Sky Harbor: Friend or Foe?

Dear Sky Harbor Apartments,
When we met online I was really impressed. You seem to have everything I needed in an apartment. And when I came to see you in person, you really blew me away. Your large weight room, your plasma tv in your club house, and your gorgeous pool had me captivated for so long. And not to mention the affordable yet state of the art lodgings.
But every time I consider pursuing you again I am taken back to the last night we met. I was there with my husband, debit card in hand. We were so excited filling out the paper work. So care free as we brushed aside the $50 application fee, and confident in our $300 deposit.
But it hurts, even still. I keep playing the scene over in my mind: The sparkly toothed teller assuring us of all the paperwork, swiping our debit card with a quick whoosh- and then- and ONLY then did he subtly remind us of the "assurance of payment" forms. I know you're just trying to cover your back. You want to make sure we have a job so we'll be able to pay. But i have a job! I just hadn't started yet! So you offered that we had two other options: having $16,553 in our checking account or co-signing. We'll co-sign as easy as that! URRRRR wrong. You have to have bad credit to co-sign. So all those years of paying off my debts came back to bite me.
So I'm sure... its not you -it's me. I should have read the fine print. But never in my renting career (which I assure you is long) have i ever had such a problem. It hurts to think of you and the $50 dollars you ate. I am very glad you didn't take my $300. I would have had to had to spread dirty rumors about you behind your back.
But I will respect your space, as I am assured you will respect mine. Please spend my $50 on a sign that says "don't give us your debit card if you aren't foolish enough to ask if you will get ripped off."
I hope the sign is made of gold.
Sincerely,

An ex-applicant

Bragging Bubs

So since I am sitting here using bubs computer while he obviously and naturally would rather be sending reminder emails to Mike that he is on the clock (kidding) - I feel the need to make a public posting of the charitable things happening in our place residence.
I got back from a trip with my friends and Brett had moved us into to Angela's and Spencers. Holy crap. I just have to state - what a happy family. Brady Bunch, watch your backs.
Seriously though, Lincoln is so stinkin happy -all of the time. My top favorite Lincoln moments are: 1. waking up Brett to play fooseball. 2. playing fooseball 3. kissing Ella 4. kissing me 5. getting wet everytime he walks outside 6. changing his clothes six times a day from getting wet everytime he walks outside 7. being smarter than me- i.e. signing what he wants and I have no clue what he is saying 8. putting himself to bed by picking up his sleepytime bear and announcing to everyone its time for bed by saying "mamama maaa mmama" and then waving goodbye and then going to bed.
I have currently adopted several Lincoln habits. First, taking repeated naps during the day and Second changing my clothes several times a day. I am considering learning sign language.

Of course its fitting that I spent all this time talking about Lincoln and haven't gotten to Ella yet. For a 9 week old she is pretty stinking patient. Not implying that she is neglected, she just can get layed down somewhere and sometimes I forget she's even in the room. She is so quiet. She is forgiving though and smiles at me when i talk to her.

And lastly of course, I would like to testify of charity shown by the this fam. I could talk to Ange all day. I think I should petition that she writes her own blog. And she compliments whatever i cook, so naturally I worship her. And kudos for Bubs for the sweet stories and good laughs. Bubs should have his own blog.

They should call it a Brag instead of a Blog... cause its all I do

Alright my public- you've waited long enough.
Here are the titles of my up coming blogs just to peak your interest.

Bragging Bubs
Sky Harbor Apartments: Friend or Foe?
Mission: Wedding Cake
Arches National Park aka Euro Lagoon
Notes on The Real Lagoon

Movin' On Home

THE WORD IS OUT! We are moving back to Utah. Brett got his Airforce position which may start in January- so we have 5 months to kill! And we reckon' we will do so in the Beehive State.

(Ya know, my senior year of high school I told a woman I was going to college "somewhere in Utah" and a non-mormon lady responded "HOW INDUSTRIOUS OF YOU!"
That was cool.)

Anyways I (RACHEL) will be in town next week to look for Apartments. Bretts goal is to live close to Sandy, and my goal is to find a place with a pool. If you know of a place that can satisfy us both let us know.

In Other News - We went to Palouse Falls last Sunday with some good friends.

Apparently if you drive 2 hours into the middle of nowhere you come to a giant canyon with a sweet waterfall. On the way, however, we stopped in a little town called Starbucks because they had a notably noticable bathroom next to the road that enters their town. Also, they have a large bell that our friends kids got up on and were able to ring. We rang if for a while before I noticed the enscription on the bell which said "RING OUT THE INVITATION." Moments later a couple of large Starbuckian men came to see "wha wa goin' on?" We assured them nothin wa goin on, however I was slightly dissapointed they did not greet us with some Starbucks coffee, of which I would have gotten to turn down.

Liars and Cake Bakers, One in the Same

So how was your summer? You? Yes you. I'm not talking to anybody but you right now. Well I can't hear you so I will just tell you about mine. According to the last entry I am climbing trees for our bread and butter. I have to admit that's a lie. I might as well tell you I am a brain surgeon or a professional baseball player (btw-Tigers dominated on 7/06/07)- because thats just about as true as Brett telling people I am a tree pruner. Anyways I have been babysitting most of the summer, givin' a little plasma, and mowing lawns. For the most part 14 year olds around here are all out of work because of me. They fear me and my mad awesome skills I went to college for.
In other news I am making a wedding cake. Just to eat? No,but yes, but no. A friend in Utah is a wedding planner and had a little falling out with the caterer for a August wedding when she ask him to refund a couple who he made a lopsided cake for. So she says "you've been talking about making wedding cakes." And then there was silence. Long silence for a IM conversation. The kind of IM silience where you know the other person isn't saying something because they are busy or because they are talking to someone else- the silience was a question in itself. And then I finally said it "what would you think if I made the cake?" And here I am today will this sweet picture of the demo cake I made to give to the bride to be.
She's all for it. Of course I have to change a few things.. like get proper sized cake plates, a chocolate curler, and maybe I will wash my hands before I make the real one....

Tucker Barn

It's been a couple days since my last entry. Anybody visiting the site recently has been treated to a nice shot of the toilet. Well, two weeks ago Rachel and I both put on the robes of an apostate priesthood and graduated. Rachel was able to graduated at the law school graduation ceremonies. So it was nice that we didn't have to sit through two ceremonies. Although, they replay the undergrad graduation on the local channel and I couldn't turn away. Something about wondering if the person would wave to the camera, or just smile, or show no signs, combined with me waiting to see somebody I knew, combined with the confusion that it was on TV, combined with the confusion that I was watching it.

Now my job has been to study for the bar. I've been taking a bar review course. It's 4 hours of lecture in the morning, and then assignments and practice questions for us to go over. It's hard to keep up with the pace of the assignments. Especially since we have tons of work assigned to do on Sunday. I'm going to not do any on Sunday, and just try to play catchup the rest of the week.

I've put Rachel into a state of no-man's land. It's hard for her to know what she is supposed to be doing right now, since she graduated. We don't know where we'll go after I take the bar, so it makes it hard for her to know what to do. I tell her to relax and take advantage of the time. But she always likes to be doing stuff. I guess she's one of those crazy people who needs a purpose to their life. She's been doing tons of odd jobs for everybody. She is a jack of all trades. She's mostly been doing some tree trimming with this crazy guy who likes to make up stories about mormons.

That's about all we're up to for now. I'll attach a picture of "tucker Barn". It is the site of one of our first dates. It's pretty romantic. We were chased off by this giant crow that lived in there. Usually its all green around it, instead of ugly brown. Rachel's mom is really artistic and whatnot and she's going to paint us a picture of it, but with inserted green...and a better river....and she'll take out that ugly bush....and she'll move the structures around...and make it more hilly...and make the barn look nice...or maybe she'll take the barn out of it altogether.