Wednesday, May 9, 2007

Happy Birthday?

First of all, thank you, everybody for your happy wishes on the 22nd May 9th of my life. (I guess 23rd if you count the actual day I was born.)
Today, for my birthday, I got a big old welcome to the adult world, where, even though it's your birthday, you still have to go to work, and your boss doesn't really care what day it is. On top of that, I got to spend 8 hours today pulling apart mouldings for concrete forms at the construction site. Sounds fun, demolition, desctruction, that type of stuff. Well, it wasn't. I had to pull boards away from solidified concrete using nothing but a couple hammers, my lineman pliers, a chisel and an electric drill to undo the screws that held together some of the boards. All in all, I ended up over-exerting myself, and now I feel like crap.
I guess the lesson to be learned here is that when you're an adult, the only difference between your birthday and any other day, is that you're officially one year older, you're friends make an extra effort to call you (which is very nice), and you get to eat some cake at the end of the day that has been topped with candle wax due to the fact that it took so long to light them that the first ones were half-way melted by the time they got to the last ones.
Anyway, I really don't mean to make my birthday sound like it sucked. It really was okay. I'm just really tired and feel like sleeping right now. What would make my birthday even better is if the Jazz would win tonight just for me. Here's hoping.

Wednesday, May 2, 2007

Goodbye to Moana!!!

Well, it was fun while it lasted, but I'm sad to say that I've seen the last of Moana. She was a great little SUV, but all great things must come to an end. I don't know when her end will be, but I probably won't see it.
We initially decided to sell her when I was contemplating going down to Texas to sell pest control this summer, and take my Dad's Pontiac Aztek as a replacement to get me down there. While I decided to stay home, we still felt in favor of selling my dear friend. So, we did.
I went to the temple this afternoon, and as I was driving back on the freeway, a man driving a Buick Rendevous rolled down his window, and asked me how much for my car. I'd only had the "For Sale" signs in my windows for a couple days. I told him how much and he signalled for me to full over to the side of the road. I did. He took a look around the car, and asked if he could test drive it. We fulled off the highway into a grocery store parking lot, and he and I took it for a spin. When we finished, he asked if I could meet him there at 6:30 to sell it. Done deal. I got $1,200 for it, and was content.
So, now, we're waiting to sell my Dad's Aztek, so I can get some money to put a down payment on a car. Hopefully, I'll be looking at a newer Pathfinder a lot like the one I already had. I loved it.
Anyway, I'm sad to see her go, but the big wad of cash in my pocket is making me feel a whole lot better.