Not sure which to start with - family newz or pictures?
Guess I'll start with newz.
I'm still here in Florida at my parents' condo, and James is still (stranded) up in Virginia being a good little breadwinner and training for our new assignment (Chengdu, China, in fall of 2011). Our house in Houston (our previous post) is still for sale - I think we're around Day 12 on that or something.
Speaking of our house- an interesting story. Out of nowhere the other day, we had an interested buyer. They were in a crazy, crazy hurry to know: could we be out by (a date certain a few weeks in the future) so they could close on our house by then?
Well, in order to answer that question, our Federal Government family needed to contact The Federal Government Moving People. "Hi, Moving People," I said on the phone to them. "I have a rush-rush-hurry-hurry-potential buyer for my house, but they would need me to have moved by (date certain). Can you please tell me if that's possible? They need an answer quickly or they'll move on to another house they like."
I think you know how this story ends, right?
The Moving People couldn't/didn't get back to me about the dates (not from my lack of calling and asking for updates). The Moving People even went so far as to REFUSE to tell me who the local moving company in Texas would be so that I could call the movers myself and try to coordinate the dates.
(Well, actually, it's worse than that. The Moving People told me that they would tell me who the local moving company would be IF I SIGNED A DOCUMENT STATING THAT STATE NO LONGER HAD TO PAY FOR ANY OF MY MOVE. Um, yeah. I didn't sign that document.)
Bottom line: the Potential Buyers walked and found a different house.
Now, to be fair, Potential Buyers were sorta basket cases. They had their own particular brand of Crazy going on. But gosh, folks - a buyer is a buyer, especially in this economy. And buyers like to know if they can close by a certain date. So The Moving People failed me in this instance. And I lost a buyer.
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Now it's time for pictures! Because poor James, stuck up in Virginia alone, being a good little breadwinner, isn't feeling left out enough by looking at the pictures I posted a few days ago.
I have titled the following pictures:
"Thank God None of Them Got Eaten By a Shark"
The other day, somehow Zachary got Matthew dragged into the ocean. Glad I was there to take pictures; it probably won't happen again!
But, after being dragged into the ocean, Matthew started enjoying it. Really enjoying it. In fact, I now have pictures of my sixteen-year-old-son leaping through the waves.
He gets ready...
...until he's nothin' but feet.
He did this leaping thing over and over again.
At one point, chatty little Zachary is standing around having what he thought was a conversation with Matthew. But, I guess it wasn't. Since Matthew wasn't really holding up his end of the discussion.
"Blah blah blah," Zachary is saying to no one in particular.
"And then blah blah blah..." Zachary continues.
All that's left of Matthew are his feet. And Zachary is still holding a conversation with them.
Guess Matthew's feet are thrilling conversationalists.
Over and over again my daredevil 16 yr old leaped about in the waves. And his mother was there, with her zoom lens and plenty of sunlight, capturing the whole entire thing.
Goodbye, Matthew's feet.
My father needs his computer back now. Since he works from home and all.