Oh, To Be Twenty-One Again

I am the one on the right ... for those who can't tell.

Pics of The Chandler

Squeaky Clean!

Poser!

So Serious!

To My Frend Mattie,

I am going on a walk about in my stoler with Mom on Aprul 25th for the March for Babies ... wanna come ?? My grandma Carole said she wuld push me and Mom can push yu. Yu wil just need to find a ride to hy house. Bring sunsckreen, snaks for the rode, and a toy or 2. Let me know what yur Mom says and I will let my Mom know.

Chandler Jay

Walkin' for all the Little's

I am so lucky and blessed that my story ended the way it did. I was given the best case scenario to a potentially bad situation. So on April 25th myself and many more will walk for all the little people, some less fortunate than me and my Chandler. If anyone wants to join in the walk, click the link and join team Million Air.

http://www.marchforbabies.org/chattykeena

Hope to see more faces there.
Unless it rains .... then honestly, me and my preemie will take refuge in my temperpedic and support ya'all from under my roof. HA

Our House ... is a Very Very Very Fine House ...

... except the roof, and furnace, and dishwasher ... and some other random house hold mineuities.

Aston and I have put an offer on a great house in east Murray with a two car garage, a yard for Baby Chandler and Grandma Annabelle to play and grow, Grandpa Russell has already agreed to construct Chandler a custom, one of a kind log play house with conjoining sandbox. The majority of the interior of this fine house is a flat white, which actually pleases me because then it gives us a chance to paint each room appropriately to coincide with the style and personality with each room's inhabitants. Blue for the Chandler Man, a warm neutral beigh'ish tan for the common living space, a fun sage green for the guest bath and something not too girly for the master bedroom. The house was constructed with vaulted ceilings and many large windows which give my future abode a cheerful environment perfect for me and my family.

Aston is out of town and sadly has not laid eyes on the house. I had to call him and inform him that when he returns to SLC in late April that it would be best that he contacted me upon arrival to obtain his new residential address being that it will have changed. He has been so flexible through this whole process, because we all know that any of us who's spouse came home and said,"Honey, I bought a house we're moving." We'd be like, "Oh, he#@* No, you did not buy a house with out me seeing it!"

Yesterday was the home inspection. The furnace needs immediate replacement, the dishwasher is louder than car engine at Nascar, and the roof needs to be replaced before winter. My Realtor got on the horn and told the seller, who is from some region in East India, about the findings. He calmly explained that his home warranty would cover the furnace and dishwasher and he was happy to take care of it and pay his deductible. When it came to the matter of the roof, he went from calm to very loud, yelling in his native tongue of Hindi. I could not understand word for word what he was saying as I do not speak Hindi, but loosely translated I think he said, "Bullsh#*@#" We are having a second inspection with another inspector to be agreed upon by all parties and to be paid for by the seller to reevaluate the roof ... so we are currently stand by ... Overall it was quite a humorous phone call.

Blast from the Ancient Past ...

So I have been in recent contact from an old friend of my distant past. Amber Bilak and I met in 1983'ish in grade school and remained friends through high school graduation in 1995. I was always the "bad" kid in the relationship ... and probably her parents least favorite friend. Oh Well. Anyway, it's all good memories now.
This pic is Me and Amber on Halloween, clearly, in about 1984 0r 1985. Don't let the difference in height fool you, she is older than me.