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Update: It was indeed a strange day yesterday. Apparently I couldn't even remember my sons age (he is six) and I hadn't even tapped the box wine when I wrote this.
Bizarro.
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My children believe every living thing – puppies, people – start from that miraculous birthing place. No, I’m not talking about THAT warm and comfy place. I am, of course, talking about… the egg. Endless hours have been spent playing “puppy” where Emily hatches out of an egg and is, amazingly, a pup that can instantly perform all sorts of tricks, like roll over, play dead, and paint. If only Charmin could play this game as well. I’d have our bathroom finally painted.
Yesterday, I am happy to report, in Thing 1 and Thing 2 fashion, Greg and I hatched Evel Knievel 1 and Evel Knievel 2. On a whim, we checked a cool, local iPhone app called Dibbs, that lists everything going on in our area. We found a kite festival up at Squaw Valley and decided to check it out. Only problem we had was after our hour and a half drive up there, we discovered this “free” event required a $60+ ride up the mountain in a gondola to get to it. Lucky for us, there was another “free” event at the bottom of the mountain with some events we thought the kids would enjoy. So, we gave them a choice – go up the mountain and watch professionals fly kites, or stay at the bottom of the hill and get to try out some gnarly, adrenaline-pumping rides.
And then my little adrenaline junkies hatched. I couldn’t be more proud and thrilled for Evel Knievel 1 and Evel Knievel 2.
Emily went first on the zip line:
Then it was Braedyn’s turn:
But Emily will definitely have to wait until she gains some weight to improve her mad gymnastic skills:
Posted By He Said
I admit it. I love new technology and I do respect the beauty of Apple products. As such I bought She Said an iPhone 3G a few months after they came out. I followed up with the 3GS for myself and then upgraded to an iPhone 4 for She Said. All this hoopla about dropped calls and the grip of death had me wondering.
Does the 3GS suffer from the “Grip Of Death?”
Yes, yes it does.
Now I did this test before I had a chance to search the internet for this issue and I see that many others are having this issue.
Hey Mr. Jobs. Can I have a free case too?
P.S. This video was recorded with She Said’s iPhone 4 while she was sleeping. Don’t tell. Sorry about the video quality. Apparently Dropbox compresses on the phone so I will have to copy the original off directly for better quality.
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Several years ago, Greg and I bought a condo to help a family member out. In order to do this, we refinanced our house to put down the required 20%. You might be thinking, several years ago… wasn’t that the worst time EVER to buy any property? You might be wondering, wasn’t that at the peak of the housing bubble?
YES.
We purchased this condo at the going rate of $125,000. At the time, it was “hurry up and buy before the prices go up even more!” Now, the same condos are going for around $38,000.
You may be asking yourself if our bank has us by the balls?
YES.
For reasons I won’t go into, Greg and I put the condo up for sale prior to leaving for China. Yes, it would be a short sale. Yes, we’d be kissing the bank’s proverbial feet to forgive the loan difference. No, it was not feasible for us to keep it because we couldn’t rent it for anywhere near what our monthly mortgage plus HOA dues were and we simply could not make up the monthly difference out of our own pockets.
Very soon after the condo went on the market, we got an offer on it! A cash offer! Hooray, you must be thinking. Yes, hooray indeed. Only the freakin’ bank sat on it. And sat on it. And sat on it until we were about to leave China, almost three months after the offer was made. The bank “counter-offered” with what I consider to be equivalent to someone throwing a flaming bag of dog shit at our door. Seriously, they would accept the offer if we forked over $2,000 in cash AND signed a promissory note for an additional $11,000. Excuse me, which ATM machine would you like me to bend over?
We politely refused the counter offer, and the bank has been sitting on it AGAIN. We haven’t heard anything from them in about two months only to hear today what I consider to be the biggest FUCK YOU news on our condo saga to date. It is possible the bank is ignoring us because based on the bank’s “mortgage insurance”, it may be financially better FOR THEM to let the condo go into foreclosure because they will receive more from the insurance than from the very acceptable CASH OFFER on the table. This seriously angers me to the core. So much so, that I figure if we are going to have one foreclosure on our credit, then it may as well be two. You may have seen that we are streamlining our life and have our house up on the market? Yeah. Why the hell not make it two.
Now some of you may be thinking that we accepted the terms of the loan and should just suck it up. Yes, we signed the loan papers. Some may even be pissed at us for attempting a short sale. I would expect that you would be the same people picketing businesses that leave establishments because of a bad business deal. Seriously, why is ok for businesses to write off bad deals but not individuals?
I’m so blissfully happy that all that freakin’ money that went into saving the banks has trickled down to us EVIL home owners.
By He Said
Upon our families return from China, one of the first questions that is usually asked is “how are you adjusting to being back home?” This is frankly a difficult question to answer.
Growing up I always felt that big city living was not for me. Seeing as I grew up in Carson City (far Far FAR from being a big city) and then spending my college years and second half of my life in Reno, Nevada I can honestly say that I have never really LIVED in a big city. Until now.
I think living in Beijing, a city of 6,483 square miles and 22 million people, in an apartment with my entire family for three months (while having a regular job) qualifies as having experienced city living.
And guess what? I loved it and I disliked it and I liked it and I hated it.
How can that be you ask?
For starters, I found that I really enjoyed not driving a car for three months. There were very few occasions that I wished I had a car. Public transportation met my every need. Now I understand that the cost of living variation made this public transportation much more cost effective, but it was the convenience of it that I truly enjoyed. I even learned to appreciate the bus system (not the Double Decker bus mind you because I needed Alice’s “Drink Me” shrinking potion to comfortably fit on the top deck). Don’t get me wrong. I understand there are things I would need or want a car to do living here in the states, but for day to day living, not having to use a car was actually in itself a convenience.
Food. It was everywhere and once I figured out how to get Susanne to order everything for me, it was convenient. It was an adventure to try new foods from street vendors and be able to choose from 15 different food sources all on the same street. Food variety within walking distance or by public transportation was really cool. I am sure having McDonalds, KFC (click the link and enjoy) and groceries delivered by bicycle messenger added a little romance to it, but hey, when they refuse a tip, what’s not to like.
Green grass and expansive parks. They had them, but they were so rare and far away that even the public transportation didn’t make them easy to visit. With two small children this had a huge suck factor. There was no grass, no place for kids to run and play anywhere near our apartment.
Apartment living. I can live in an apartment. I have done it here in town. As long as you can take a short walk and find a place to play Frisbee or simply chase each other around it is livable. The apartment situation in Beijing was not kid friendly. Living on the 10th floor where the only place for the kids to play is the walkway around the center “space” of the apartment building was not cool. A 10 story high empty space surrounded by a walkway on each floor – (where one small leap over the guardrail meant certain death). Every time my kids ran out the front door my stomach was in a pit. This is one of those things I am glad to be done with. Here are the kids looking up to the apartments above (where we lived).
So I learned that there are certain things about city living that I like and others that I do not. I learned that if there was a way for me to live near a big city and still have the ability to live near the mountains or a place where parks were plentiful, or even better yet near the ocean as I have always wanted to, then that would be the ideal situation for me. What is my ultimate fantasy? Seattle area, Bainbridge Island, Issaquah or similar area. A big city with the outdoors and ocean/sound right in the backyard. This is nothing new. This is something I have wanted for over 20 years now.
This is what I want for myself and my family. To sweeten the deal, that is what my wife would like as well.
Beijing taught me that ultimately Reno is not the place for me. I want more. I want to live out my dreams, see more, experience more. It was my extended family that convinced me to take the opportunity to move to Beijing for three months. They of course had no way of knowing that it would also show me the world is full of so many opportunities and that I should try explore and experience those as well.
My father was an explorer at heart. He had dreams of buying a motor home and traveling the USA. He wanted to see all that America had to offer. He worked long and hard. Always planning to do everything he wanted to do AFTER the kids had graduated college, after he retired. He got cancer. He had a stroke. He had to quit working and he died before he ever got to do the things he wanted to do. This will not happen to me. I want to be able to do things in the now.
So we put our house on the market today. Yes, we can banter the pros and cons and talk about weather and rain and the bad real estate market, but ultimately what I want is a change. This is not a change that is happening today, tomorrow or even this year. But it is change that WE ultimately want and we will be prepared when it comes. When adventure calls I want to be able to move quickly and swiftly. I don’t want to say “oh, that would be great to sail around the world on your expedition. What? My family can come and there will be schooling on board and snorkeling with turtles and dolphins! Oh, I have this house and I need to sell it first, sorry, I can’t go” (this is an extreme example, there are no plans to go on an expedition, but if you know of one feel free to message me!) or when Susanne says “OMG Greg, its Bill Gates on the phone. He wants you to come work for the foundation, says he found you using BING and you MUST come work for him!” (ok, I told you this was about DREAMS!).
I do not want to be caught behind the eight ball when adventure comes calling or there is an opportunity for change. Even better, if we are prepared for adventure there is nothing stopping us from looking for some rather than waiting for it to find us!
So we have put our house on the market. We are purging and selling our stuff. We are streamlining and preparing. When we sell the house we will find an apartment and save some money.
Simply put we are preparing for some unknown change that has yet to come. We are streamlining our life. I hope you all will support us and come along for the ride.
P.S. If you want to pay me to “adventure” and blog about it you can DM me on twitter @gmoyle.
P.S.S. If you do ever move to Beijing or have an extended stay, be sure to use Beijing Home Delivery and tell them Susanne and Greg sent you. They won’t know who we are, but it might be fun to listen to them pretend to remember us.
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Jane Hollow born Oct 19 –1858
Jane Hollar Howard Chambers
Jane Hollar born Oct 19 1858
Mother of Edith Gertrude Cain O’Rourke born Jan 2 - 1878Here is a photograph of the writing that was hidden behind the photo for all these years. If you have any suggestions as to corrections to my translation, please, let me know.
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Emily’s first day of preschool was awesome! She was self-confident and ready to go. Here’s proof:
Her second day? I got a call about 2 hours into her day to let me know that she “just wasn’t herself.” Translation: she was lying on a rug and wanted to be left alone. The culprit? A 102° fever for two days. OK, I need to get this straight. THREE months of me begging her to get off of the subway floors in China and her not complying didn’t get her sick, but ONE day in preschool does?
Her third and fourth days? All of her previous self-confidence was channeled into her spookishly strong little body to fight us taking her to school. She decided one day of school was enough for her. Thank you very much. Been there, done that.
Me: <holding up an outfit> Em, let’s get dressed for school.
Emily: <taking on a fighting stance> Oh, you go ahead and try. My Kung Fu is stronger than yours.
And to be honest, she was right. It took both Greg and me to get her dressed and keep her dressed. She is seriously freakishly strong.
As she screamed going out the door, Greg flashed me this look that said, “I can’t believe I am stuck with the job of dropping her off at school. YOU. OWE. ME.” And the bite marks on his shoulder were proof that him having that job was SO the right choice for me.
Last night as Greg was threatening divorce if I didn’t take her to school in the morning, I had a moment of absolute brilliance.
Me: Emily, if you go to school all three times this week without fighting us, I will take you to the dollar store and you can pick out ANYTHING you want.
Emily: <starting to cry> But I don’t WANT to go to school.
Me: Well, you are going. And you can fight us if you want, OR you can be good about it and get to go to the <dramatic pause> Dollar Store <said with some serious flare and excitement>.
This morning there was a gigantic welling of tears in her eyes, and she gave me extra hugs and kisses as Greg drove her off to school. The lesson learned? The mighty Dollar Store is stronger than her Kung Fu.
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Emily, who is now a whopping four years old, has two favorite words. “I” and “know”. She loves to say them every chance she gets.
Me: Emily, it is time to brush your teeth.
Emily: I know!
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Me: Emily, please go wash your hands before dinner.
Emily: I know!
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Me: Emily, did you know that the full version of the Reimann Hypothesis is still not proven to this day?
Emily: I know!
Yeah, her knowing everything has prompted Greg and me to follow up her “I know” with a “Yes, because you know EVERYTHING, Emily.”
Apparently, four is not the age where sarcasm works. I know this because of the following conversation I had with her in the car yesterday:
Me: Emily, you have school again tomorrow. Are you excited?
Emily: I know! I know everything, remember!?
Me: Ah. OK. <realizing maybe we need to have a talk about the joy of learning new things WE DIDN’T ALREADY KNOW> Emily, you know what? It is fun to learn and discover new things!
Emily: But I know everything!
Me: What’s two squared?
Emily: <long pause> One… Two… Three… Four…
Me: <long pause waiting for her to keep counting> <Dammit! Why didn’t I ask her what 18 squared was!!!???> Um…. <sigh> OK. What is the name of our country’s first president?
Emily: I don’t know.
Me: See, you don’t know everything. And it is ok! It’s ok!
Emily: But I know everything, Mommy!
Me: Then who was our country’s first president?
Emily: <bursting into tears> Buuuut, I <sob, sob> know everything.
Me: Would you like to…
Emily: <sob>
Me: Emily, would you like to know his name?
Emily: <sob>
Me: It’s ok to not know everything, Emily. Just look at your Daddy. He’s ok and happy.
Emily: <sob>
So, lesson learned. Sarcasm and four year olds are not a good match.