Cascade Springs - One Year Later

Same place, same cheeks.

24 Weeks and Counting

Twenty four down, sixteen to go.

The Art of Parking

I've never understood why parents have such a hard time with couples in cars. But when my father in law came home with this 1942 Ford Super Deluxe, I suddenly grasped the concept of "Parking." It's basically two mobile couches and a steering wheel. Drive this car up to "look-out-point", and you've got yourself a love festival. I guess they just don't make them like they used to...

Business Ethic?

Rob and I recently changed auto-insurance companies to get a better rate. Someone recommended a company called Bear River Insurance to us, and we found a broker right down the road. We filled out our information, and started our new policy. About a week later we recieved a phone call from one of Rob's friends - telling us he could lower our home insurance. It just so happened it was through the same company, Bear River. We met with Rob's friend, he offered us a great auto/home insurance combo. We signed some papers, and had new home and auto insurance.
A few days ago I got a phone call from the agent who originally sold us our car insurance. This is the EXACT line he used: "I see that you switched agents on me - and I just wanted to know what's up with that?" I told him that I wasn't the person to talk to - Rob kept all that information. "Well, I have his work number right here, can I call him at work?" I told him that I could have Rob call him after work because this was an especially busy time for him at the office. He then hung up on me.
I called Rob about ten minutes later to warn him about the obnoxious and rude agent. Rob said that he had ALREADY been called (after I told the agent not to) and was treated with the same disrespect - even got the "what's up with that" line. The agent told Rob that he was mad because he had done SO much work, and wouldn't get any comission. The only work that had been done at this point was Rob and I filling out paper work.
Today in the mail we received this letter:
"We are sorry for the recent misunderstanding. If you wish for us to continue as your full service agency, please sign the enclosed letter. I look forward to serving your insurance needs for many years to come!"
As if.

Week of Fun: Part Deux

Remember that "Week of Fun" I blogged about several weeks ago? It included seeing the world's crappiest "aquarium". Well, it has been brought to my attention - by my sweet, yet at times anal husband Rob, that followers of my blog will never understand the complete bliss that came from our week of fun, due to the lack of chronological order. So, for all of those who don't understand levels of fun - unless they are chronologically documented, it was a FUN week, and our zoo trip was included.
That being said, here are a few snapshots of our FUN trip.

I learned a few things on this trip. Not only am I scared of moths, but apparently I am also scared of butterflies. After this shot - I had to leave the exhibit because I was so nervous. The "let me tell you all about butterflies" lady thought I was stupid, and literally said as I was running out the door, "They're not going to hurt you." I guess she's never been fluttered to death. I on the other hand have had several close calls.

I also have a fear of peacocks that are running around without leashes. This one thought it would be funny to eat Maddie's hotdog. I thought it would be funny to take it into a taxadermist. All of this was going through my head as I was running away - sorry the picture is blurry.

"Misty, Water-Colored Memories, of the way we were..."