Not a Toy... Not quite anyway.

Here is some pictures of the newest, shiniest member of our family: a Honda Nighthawk CB650 SC. It is almost the exact same bike I used to have but with a few differences. Rebekah was pleased with the color which is very important. It had been a project bike for a high school kid and his dad. They had cleaned out the carburetors, replaced several bits, and walla, bike for him. We felt a little guilty buying it from him though because while we were there about a half dozen of his high school buddies showed up on motorcycles, and since we were buying his bike he was going to have to follow them in a car--a shame really.

Today is Rebekah's birthday to, so you should call and bug her as much as possible. Really I should have had a picture of her and her new helmet on the bike--A hot picture indeed.

It's Saturday

Saturday is that day that we justify putting off all those things that we know we should be doing because it's the weekend. Others days (we still put it off, don't get me wrong) there is a twinge of occasional--yet, thank goodness--quickly stifled guilt.

Above, there is a few pictures, obviously from the Mall of America, of two loves of mine: candy (though I hardly ever eat any) . . . and logging trucks (though I never get to drive any). Rebekah is in there too. I guess she is also high up there on the love list.

Rebekah and I love going shopping together which, conveniently enough, one can do at the Mall of America. We nearly never buy anything though, just try on clothes, pose, and take pictures; talk about and secretly point at nearly every person that walks past; and generally guffaw our guts out. It doesn't take much to entertain us; one would be surprised.

We have been house shopping in the St. Paul area. Interesting, eh? I've lately learned more about mortgages than I thought there was to know. We probably won't buy til next year, but it is exciting to look. I hope to do very interesting remodelling projects and keep everyone updated about them via the blog. Yesterday I picked up a random book by a Jeff Yaeger, of all the names, and he talked about remodelling their house out of unique recyclable materials. Sounded very cool. He also claimed to be The Ultimate Cheapskate which is the title of his book. It was a little funny, but I can't recommend it for I only read bits and pieces. I am all about financial wisdom, and Rebekah and I practice incredible frugality. But there where thoughts in his book that made me feel that there was an element of stifling hospitality which I abhor. (Not that we are as hospitable as we ought to be.) Someone should write a book "Hospitality on a Shoestring." Who knows maybe it is not like that. I did hardly read any of it.

In other news, tonight or tomorrow we are going to see "The Tempest" in the park, and next week we are going to see "Singing in the Rain" at the Ordway with Uncle Al and family. We are looking forward to seeing them.

Grand Old Days

We found ourselves adequately candied at Grand Old Days festival about a week ago. Despite the rain-threating weather, there seemed to be quite the quagmire of bodies festivalling, partying, parading, and parade watching two blocks from our apartment on Grand Ave.

We managed to trade a pint each of our blood for some free pizza coupons which we dined on at Punch a couple days later. Puch is totally a great pizza place that makes me want to do mozaics. Also while there we scored some "mystery tickets" for a mysterious amount of rides at The Mall of America which we used yesterday. Its been a while since I put my organs through that kind of abuse. Luckily the uncontrolable screaming released any tension that they were feeling about it.

"If I was any more relaxed I'd be dead."

How to begin this new blogging extravaganza is beyond me. The title of our first blog was spontaneously decided in a moment of humorous banter, so don't suspect that it will have anything to do with all that is to come. I should probably relate that the title is a quote from the ever flavorful classic "The Rescuers Down Under". If you haven't seen it, I'm sorry, you probably had little to no childhood.

No more introductory dilly-dally. We have nearly lived in St. Paul Minnesota for a year in a tiny apartment located somewhere in the photo above. Before that we lived in Switzerland and before that Tennessee. If you want to hear more about those places well forget it. St. Paul is were we are now. Perhaps as we progress into the future I will regress to the past. Look forward to that.

Our hope with this site is to create a community for family and friends within which to dabble in and share Art, photography, writing, and whatever else comes to mind; and where we can explore design, thoughts, and life. Expect slow going here in the beginning. Please link to us and get email updates once we figure out how that works. May all the brouhaha now begin.

Kyle