Celebrating 31

After the big festivities of my 30th birthday, I didn’t think 31 would amount to much, but thanks to my family and friends, I was proven wrong and had an awesome day.

My schedule had me starting my day bright and early, but Bethany woke up early and made me a special birthday breakfast of stuffed french toast.

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We’re actually visiting Bethany’s family in Durango this week, which meant that I could be spoiled by going to one of my favorite places in Durango: Serious Texas BBQ.

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My birthday evening kicked off with a fancy dinner at a great restaurant called Ken & Sue’s, where I was able to enjoy a great steak and a birthday cake martini.

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But the ultimate end to my special day was brought to me by my lovely wife, who slaved through the day and made me an awesome cake! She was so clever that she actually incorporated my gift into the cake – I was completely surprised by both!

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I couldn’t have asked for a better birthday, especially since one of our gifts came a little early – in the form of a new buyer for our house. We’re back under contract!

Also above all, I was touched by all of the family and friends who called me, texted me, Facebooked me, giving me warm birthday wishes! I am thankful to have all of you in my life! Here’s to making the next year better than the last!

Coming around on LeBron

Congrats to the Heat for winning their first championship last night as “the big 3”.  Like many, I was completely put off by The Decision and the fact that the Heat players celebrated this championship 2 years early.

However, I’ve come around. I think that at this point LeBron realizes that he invited a lot of the vitriol by those actions and is looking to move past this.  I’m more than happy to, and am grateful that both the Heat and Thunder gave us some exciting playoff basketball.  LeBron played out of his mind this year, demonstrating just how bad he wanted to get the “no championship” monkey off his back.

Since my sports hate against LeBron is dissipating, I’m glad that other members of the Heat are stepping up in their “give us reasons to hate us” efforts.

First off, Pat Riley’s puppet – Erik Spoelstra – after spending all of the post season with the players ignoring him, decided to wear his new champion ship hat backwards.

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I’m sorry, but just like there comes a time in every man’s life when he realizes he’s not going to play professional sports, there also comes a time where a guy looks like a complete dufus when he wears his hat backwards.  For most guys this happens at 25 – and while some can stave it off until for another year or two – 27 is the absolute cut-off date. At that point, the hat either goes forward or comes off.  Just like Tony Romo, it looks like Erik missed the memo.

You would think your coach looking like a 12-year-old would be enough, but Chris Bosh had to put it over the top by treating the world to the most awkward champagne shower of all time.

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And now with the marvels of technology, it’s now an animated gif:

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At least now we know what it means to celebrate like a Bosh.

Anniversary Day!

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Three years ago today: my beautiful bride said “I do” to spending sharing her life with me, and I would be remiss if I didn’t take a moment to thank her for the magical three years we’ve had in our marriage.  We’ve definitely had our share of adventures over the seven years we’ve been together, but something tells me that the best is yet to come….

As far as anniversary planning, Bethany takes the even years and I get the odd years, so I’d probably better figure something out for today (just kidding – but I don’t want to spoil the plans).

I will spend this day reliving our wedding day with our photos, grateful for all of the friends and family that came out to celebrate with us. Thank you for loving and supporting us on this journey!

Selling our home: 1 month in

It’s been a little over a month since our house has been on the market, and during that time we’ve gone through the whole cycle: 

We showed our home, received and offer, accepted the offer, looked for a home, walked through homes, found one we liked, decided it was little above our price range, walked away from a counter-offer, found another home, made an offer, got under contract, got our home inspected, fixed the identified items, found out that the house-selling contract was falling through, had to terminate our house-buying contract (as it was pending a successful closing), now putting our house on the market again.

So we’re pretty much back to where we started. The showings are starting back up, but unfortunately not at the pace we had out the gate. If I were to guess, I think that the High Park fire may be discouraging people from wanting to come up to Fort Collins and look at houses. We’re taking all of this as a lesson in patience, and looking forward to see where this will takes us. We’re a little bummed that we may miss out on the home we wanted to buy, but consider ourselves blessed to be in a position where we can be patient, and we know God has a plan for us and are anxious to watch that plan unfold.

HOA’s prove that apathy can make you miserable

Given that we’re currently showing our house, it’s probably not the best time to write about our Home Owners Association. However the issues I experience with my HOA are simply an example of the problem with the institution of HOA’s as a whole.

As you know, we’re selling our house, and like most sellers we put up a sign in the grass next to the sidewalk and our front steps on Friday.  Apparently it took all of three days before we got a letter in the mail from the HOA management, informing us that our “For Sale” sign is three feet out too far and cannot be in the grass.  For the grave offense I may be fined for causing all of this trouble, unless I go through the pain-staking process of moving this sign the three feet it will take to restore balance in the universe.

Yes, I guess we technically broke the rules, but the worst part about this is that rather than our neighbor actually being neighborly and saying something to us, they go to the trouble of tattling to the HOA management company that has to get someone to draft the letter, buy a stamp and mail the letter us.  This typical “hall monitor” stuff is gutless.

While this is the first time we’ve been held in contempt, this is not the first time I’ve been infuriated by the actions of our dear leaders in the HOA board.  We have a swimming pool in our neighborhood, and last summer the dear board decided to cut the funding for having a lifeguard, and instead divert that money to getting a card-access security system for the gates.  The problem there: the system didn’t work for most of the summer, and the times you were there, people just left the gate open anyway.  So much for security.  When it became apparent these state-of-the-art measures weren’t working, the HOA board decided to then increase the height of the gates – but guess what – we’ll put some cool looking sculptures at the top of these fence posts.

The problem is that these examples aren’t isolated to our own HOA, and I’m sure many of you have dealt with some form of absurdity.  Virtually every HOA has asinine rules and ridiculous decisions.  Unfortunately there is only one person to blame for the irrelevance of the HOA: me.

My problem: I don’t care. I don’t go to any of the meetings, I proxy my vote on issues.  My apathy stems from my schedule and priorities – I simply have too much going on to help decide what kind of shrubbery people should put in their yard.  I think My apathy has given way for two kinds of people – people who have a specific agenda (or special interests), or people who simply have too much time on their hands and want to feel important – rise to leadership positions.  Since the majority of people can’t be bothered to attend the meetings, these crazy policies get passed with little opposition.

In thinking about HOA struggles, it helps me explain why we end up scratching our heads about governing bodies like Congress.  The collective masses are too apathetic to be involved in monitoring the day-to-day operations, and it takes something as crazy as SOPA & PIPA to wake the sleeping giant.  Given the amount of expense and grief we give candidates, no reasonably-minded person wants to go through that experience, once again giving way to special interests and people with a sense of self-importance.

The moral of the story: as mundane as it may be, we need more people with common sense to step up and play a role in decisions that impact everyone – otherwise you may find yourself 3 feet inside “crazy”.