I'm trying to be the first one to play Keely's Random Tuesday thing as part of my new strategy of winning everything in life, which you will read about below, before clicking the graphic above.
no stinking mini-van. My parents, their parents before them, and millions of people in Southeast Asia, have shunned them for less elaborate--albeit less safe and commodious--modes of transportation.
So guess what we went to look at yesterday. Yeah--one of these. As usual, I have proven myself a hypocrite. I really don't have any qualms about owning one of these rigs. At least maybe not the kinds of qualms a lot of dudes do--mostly I feel a little weird about driving something brand new, which neither I nor my wife have done in a decade. I'm sure that, once we have purchased (or more likely leased) this convenience-pod, I'll write at length about my intensely conflicted feelings toward it.
But for now, I just wanted to explain the new era of win. This will probably jinx my run of good luck, but whatever.
The reason we feel like we can afford to lease a shiny new motorized adultery-prevention device is that after getting very creative about financing the massive addition I built on the house over the last year and a half, it looks like the sweat equity is going to pay off. Having convinced the authorities to sign off on my final inspection despite a pretty clear violation of a ridiculous municipal code, we got the house appraised, and it looks like we will be able to refinance it in such a way that it will free up the money we need for the emasculation-mobile. I feel a little like a dick, bragging that our house has ended up being a good investment while so many people have been sinking under the weight of theirs. But on the other hand, it's not very often that I get to feel like I have contributed to my family's financial well-being, so I'm relishing it while it lasts.
I'm hoping that my winning streak will continue as I wait to hear the results of the essay contest I just entered, in which the "best" (i.e., most maudlin) essay is awarded a bunch of credits in the weird time-share
And if you needed more proof that I'm on a roll, I won--WON--a making-up-the-caption contest at the wicked awesome and wildly popular blog, Wait in the Van. Now, for my prize/humiliation, a link to my blog featuring a cheesy headshot of yours truly disgraces the upper right corner of its otherwise tasteful homepage. Thanks for the kickass prize, Kristine; and if you are visiting from Wait In the Van, welcome. Set a spell. Take your shoes off. Etc.
Here's the cute stuff, which I know is the only reason anyone visits here anyway. We've been lucky enough to get invited to pool parties for the last three weekends in a row. The girls are getting to be regular little mermaids (not "Little Mermaid"s, because branded princess-ish characters are banned from this family). One of the parties was an Asian Mommies event that we showed up to, home-made spring rolls in hand, just as everyone else was leaving. This was due to our kids still being on a two-nap schedule, and our refusal to violate the sanctity of naptime. We hung around the posh swim and tennis club for a few hours anyway.