Oh boy

What an adventure.

Life continues to be unpredictable in most ways except for the most critical. I have employment that is sufficient for our needs, a solid family, lots of support from family, friends and neighbors, and we go to Church every week. These are the things I can count on. Everything else, however, is always a mystery.

I have employment. Where that employment is at any given moment is often a surprise. Superguy said he's working at Mishap Studios. I'm not. That's right, the entrepreneur in me (just as I learned how to spell that very odd word), decided to take a break, step back, and assess what it means to be an entrepreneur, and revise my philosophy on the topic. So now I have a job. Strangely enough, many of those ideas that I had always associated with business ownership, like "freedom" and "financial independence," turned out to be almost completely absent from the position I held. To complete the irony, I have both of those things in greater abundance in my current position than I had when I was a co-owner of my own company. I'll probably go back to entrepreneurism some day, but I'll do it right next time. Ha ha. Mishap continues, however, and I wish them, and Superguy, the best out there.

I have a solid family. The dynamics thereof are always in flux as kids grow and personalities develop, and "phases" come and go. Child number 1 is absolutely 100% (or more) girl. She's so princess-ey that I wonder how she could come from tom-boy Ashley or mucky-farmer me. I can attest that the Nature side of the equation holds its own well. Number 2, on the other hand, is all boy. Fingers in food, dirt in hair, snow (of any color of the rainbow) in mouth. Tret is as high-maintenance as 7-month-olds usually are, but is cute enough to make up for it. And Ashley has what Bro. Christensen at the Institute would call the Egyptian Flu. That's where you're sick for 9 months and then turn in to a mummy. Due for complete (re)-mummification around the end of September. This disease is always an adventure.

This sounds rather like a Christmas letter.

I was digging through some stuff my Mom pulled out of her attic and left in my garage (because I guess since I have a basement to put it in she wants her house back), and I found three copies of the map to the time capsule. It does say, very clearly, that it is to be retrieved in 2011 (not 2006). My-oh-my how time files. Could've been last week that we pulled it down prematurely. But that's enough of that.

Hope this blog works out better this time. And I hope you are all doing well. Keep in touch.

To Ked: She asked me directly if I knew any eligible guys. I'm not becoming a "get this guy married off" kind of person. Just thought you should know. And she's nice.

Tchau!