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The Reality Hits Home…

Treebeard's Mural, Market Square I’ll be over in the corner pouting for awhile. Daysies is leaving us behind here in Houston and moving to Dallas. Sure, Dallas is only a few hours away. Sure, I have Vonage, so calling her is free from home, and just a matter of airtime during the day from the cell phone. I don’t get to see her as often as I would like already, so it won’t be that different.

But I know it won’t be the same.

I’m so excited for her & her husband and the opportunity that they have. I wish them nothing but the best. And I hope they know just how much we will miss them back here in Houston.

I’ve known about the move for a week and a half now, but the reality of it didn’t hit home until tonight when I went over to her house to pick up her old TV that they had decided to give away (Jason’s eyes were huge when he saw just how big it is, and he is thrilled that it is up in the gameroom now!) and to get some Stampin’ Up! goodies that she didn’t need anymore. They got to see the new car/truck/SUV – whatever I’m supposed to call it – and it was just great to get to see them.

Then I realized … I might never be in their current house again. I’ll miss her green room, and stamping with her, and … well, them. I’ll miss them both.

She was the first Houston blogger I met online, she is a fellow Libra, and she gets just as obsessed about things as I do. She listens to me when I need to rant, and she has even been known to tell me to stop ranting and to get wise and move on when I needed to hear that advice. We’ve done road trips together. She was one of my assistants at my wedding, helping with the signing of the guest frame and wishing notes and gifts. More important, she helped keep me sane during the wedding planning, and that whole wedding season that year. I converted her to knitting last fall, although after all the Sophies and scarves that she knit, she is now taking a break. She is a fabulous, wonderful person. I can’t possibly say enough good things about her.

I keep reminding myself that she is just a phone call away, and the drive up I-45 isn’t that long. Her parents, her sister, and her father-in-law are here, so I know she’ll be visiting us too. I’m still going to miss her a lot.

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Crap. Daylight Saving Time Starts Today…

For the record, I HATE Daylight Saving Time. I will feel sleepy and just off for at least two to three days this week. It is such a terrible feeling. Plus I like having a little sunlight in the early morning – and I don’t care that much if it is sunny until almost 8pm here now. Why do they insist on changing the clocks? Can’t we do something about changing this? It just … sucks. Gah!

Oh, I forgot. My Dad reminded me at dinner that it doesn’t start today – it starts tomorrow. Whatever. I’ll still change most of the clocks before I go to bed. And if I haven’t slept yet, it is still today – even if it is after midnight.

The exact timing of the change in the US vs Europe has been a topic of conversation in our house this week because Mike has conference calls with Holland once a week, and this week they were at 6am instead of 7am since Europe changes their time earlier than we do. But not for long! Thanks to the article linked above, I have now learned that in 2007 we will go to Daylight Saving Time even earlier. Bah!

On August 8, 2005, President George W. Bush signed the Energy Policy Act of 2005. This Act changed the time change dates for Daylight Saving Time in the U.S. Beginning in 2007, DST will begin on the second Sunday of March and end the first Sunday of November. The Secretary of Energy will report the impact of this change to Congress. Congress retains the right to revert the Daylight Saving Time back to the 2005 time schedule once the Department of Energy study is complete.

Really? Does it serve any purpose? Lets just go to one time all year and leave well enough alone!

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An Alternative to Flashing the Stash…

Instead of “Flashing my Stash” (April 1 is “Flash Your Stash” day in case you missed that or you’re not a knitter), I’m going to Flash my golf umbrella!

CR-V
A 2004 Honda Certified Pre-Owned CR-V with 9456 miles on it, and a HUGE savings off of the sticker price for a 2006 CR-V. (I’ll post my own photos later – this was snagged from the Honda website.)

My 1999 Honda Civic was a manual transmission, which was fine for me 7 years ago when I bought it. It was also a 2-door Coupe, which was ok when it was just Jason and I and he was only 7 years old. Climbing into the back seat was easy for him back then.

Over time, between my wrist issues, elbow issues, and finally my shoulder issues (6 weeks of physical therapy last fall, a home therapy program, and it still isn’t all that much better but there isn’t much more they can do for it), it became obvious to us that I needed to move over to an automatic. The doctor has been pushing for it for some time. It was even more clear when I didn’t drive for 2 weeks after my hand/wrist surgery in December and my shoulder felt better than it has in 5+ years.

Also, as Jason seems to insist on growing, we realized last summer when we drove to New Orleans that if we want to take road trips we really needed a larger car. I am a bit hesitant I must admit because we were in an auto accident last year, requiring us to seek legal council from this St. Louis Missouri truck accident lawyer   Mike drives a VW Golf which has a small back seat, and while the Civic was a little larger but just a 2-door, neither one was a great fit for the 3 of us travelling. Jason looked like he was getting out of a clown car when he climbed out of the Civic! Whenever we drove around town we always took the Golf because the 4-door was so much easier to deal with.

I did a ton of research on every car I could think of; I also researched the trade-in value of the Civic. I knew I was making a good choice when I went with Honda in 1999; I didn’t realize just how good though. It seems they are one of the best companies for holding residual value – my 7 year old, almost 70,000 mile car with some minor body damage (plus an inch of water in it back during Tropical Storm Allison, which was repaired by the dealer) was still worth about $5000! To compare, the Corolla that I almost bought back then, which was the same price in 1999, is now only worth $3000 or so.

When I first started researching options, Mike, always the VW lover, suggested looking at the Jetta, but the new sticker price was higher than we wanted to go with. I kept pushing for Honda, but Toyota had their annual event going on at the end of March, with reduced interest rates, so we gave them a shot. We liked the Camry when we test drove it, but the price was still a little higher then the price point we wanted and we weren’t really in love with it … once we got to the Honda dealership it was clear that I was going to end up in another Honda.

I hadn’t narrowed it down to a final option before we arrived. I knew I wanted to look at the Accord, the Civic and the CR-V. I thought I wanted an Accord – also higher in price, but among Forbes’ top 10 of holding great residual value, plus good gas mileage, plenty of room for us, plus it is a nice comfy ride. (We went to New Orleans a few years ago with another couple in their Accord, and with all 4 of us in the car we were still really comfortable.) I wanted to check out the new Civic too, but I learned once I saw it that I *hate* the new redesign. The hood is much shorter and it slopes so strangely I couldn’t see the front of it. Sitting in the driver’s seat, I was uncomfortable with the instruments, the hood, everything. It just felt like it wasn’t even that safe since it is so small. Then it was time to look at the CR-V. I have had my eye on the CR-V too ever since I bought my Civic back in 1999.

My parents both drive an Infinity (Infinities?) which they bought “pre-owned certified” from the Infinity dealership and have been very happy with them, so I knew all about the pre-owned warranties, etc. Basically, you get the same warranty as if it was new, and you don’t have to worry about the instant depreciation that comes with driving off the lot in a new car. Our salesman at Honda asked if we were interested in their certified vehicles which have to pass a complete 150 point inspection, and we said yes – my only criteria was low mileage. He showed us a nice, dark blue 2004 CR-V with only 9456 miles on it. The cost was close to $5000 less than what a brand new 2006 CR-V would be. We checked it out, and then we looked at the Accord, the Civic, the new CR-V and the Element. (Jason and Mike both wanted the Element, but something told me we wouldn’t be happy with it in the long run. The salesman later confirmed for me that they also don’t hold their residual value as well.)

In the end, the CR-V was the clear winner. So we just had to decide if we wanted new & silver (my original color choice) or a $5000 less expensive, minorly scratched, slightly lower miles per gallon, royal blue CR-V. I debated for awhile – always the queen of indecision – but finally decided that for $5000 I could live with some scratches and without the radio controls on the steering wheel. (I really wanted those controls on the steering wheel.) Heck, I can probably get the scratches fixed someday. 😉 (They look like someone always held the keys while they opened the door, as all of the handles have scratches in the area where your hand goes between the handle and door.)

So the Civic is gone and there is now a lovely blue CR-V out in the garage. I have to go back next week to get my second key and the remotes. I’ve had a remote to lock the doors for so long, it seems so weird to have to use a key for right now! In the end, they gave us more for my car then I expected – $5200 instead of the blue book $5000 I thought it would be. I found out from CarFax that the reason the miles were so low on the CR-V was that it was a fleet vehicle and only used from 12/20/04 – 12/20/05, and the dealership got it in February to sell. I got to drive back to the dealership this morning to get the garage door opener I accidentally left in the Civic, and it was so much fun to drive it! I’m so thrilled with it!

Oh – I left out that we test drove a Hyundai Tucson also, but it was uneventful, Mike didn’t like it, and I still worry about the reliability and the residual value of a Hyundai. I will say that I know Hyundai owners (Kathy and EJ) and they are both very happy with their vehicles – it was the main reason we decided to test drive one. Something just felt wrong about the experience we had there though, and I have to trust the vibe. I got out of there as quick as I could – we were at that dealership for probably only 15 minutes!

I’m so excited. I love the new car. Now she just needs a name. I’ve never named my cars in the past, but since Kathy & Elaine have bothed named their cars it just seems like the right thing to do. What should I name her? Help me – I need ideas!

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If I Don’t Sleep, I Can’t Have Weird Dreams…

I’m wide awake, way too late at night. I guess I should be glad that tomorrow is Friday, because that means no classes for me. I think I’ll try to sneak in a little extra sleep in the morning before I start to tackle my long to-do list of phone calls that I need to make. I will surely find myself wanting to take NZT 48, a pill which was considered to give your mind limitless powers, to deal with the next following days. Much to do, much to do – always so much to do.

I’ve been having strange dreams lately. Fortunately, they aren’t quite as weird as they were a few weeks ago, where I was hanging out with people that stole a PT Cruiser because we didn’t want to wait hours for a bus.

But last night, I had a dream that I was in the town where friends of our family live. Background details: they moved into a house in this town when I was probably about 6, or maybe 7 years old, and I think it was about the same time my family moved to Kankakee, Illinois. Until we moved to Texas we visited them at that house often. (8 years, give or take.) Once we moved to Texas, we went back to visit them. I spent more time around them when I was growing up then I did around any of my aunts & uncles, who all lived out of state and far away. When I lived in Germany, the daughter that is the same age as I am came over to study at the University in Heidelberg, and before classes started we got Eurorail passes and travelled all over the place. It was an amazing trip. She met her husband through me; he was stationed at the same base where I lived and was just about to get out of the Army. They have been married for 11 or 12 years now.

Ok, enough about the reality. The weird thing is, I keep having dreams about visiting them and their house. It is just … strange. I’ve had at least 3-4 dreams in the past 6 weeks involving this, and they are all very vivid. I remember a lot of the details in the morning. Which means my sleep is crappy and I feel exhausted the next day. (I always feel that way after vivid dreams.)

Last night, I was in the town visiting, and I wanted to go to the house. I got in a cab with someone else. (Maybe Mike? He is in a lot of my dreams with me.) I told the cab driver I needed to go to 902 S. Elm. I kept telling him that, over and over. Then the cab became a bus. (What is it with buses in my dreams?) We were going through tight spaces, and it was really odd, like we were between a fence and a baseball diamond and I was afraid we would hit people. Instead, they just moved out of the way. He drove over a bike rack, but nothing was damaged. Then he asked me for the address again, and again I told him 902 S. Elm. He asked where he could turn around on the street to get me on the right side of the street – I thought about what he was asking and told him that it was past the medians (in reality the street is like a boulevard with wide grassy areas in the middle not far away – maybe just a block away?) and that he could just turn left and drop us off on the corner.

We never got to the destination though – it seems I never “arrive” in my dreams that involve getting somewhere; we didn’t arrive anywhere in the other one where we were in the stolen car either. In my other dreams, I was back inside the house, not trying to get there like last night.

This afternoon, I called my Mom. I had to ask her what their address was. I didn’t really need the answer – I knew it was 902 S. Elm. Sure enough, I was right. Cue the Twilight Zone music.

My dreams are really starting to freak me out. Maybe if I just don’t go to sleep, I won’t have to worry about them? I guess that is probably not a good plan – I would only be even more exhausted then.

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Hate the Voicemail Maze on Phones?

Hate the Voicemail Maze on Phones? You need to check out GetHuman.com! I just saw this on the news and it looks so wonderful!

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Basically, they give you tips on how to bypass the voicemail maze and get a human on the phone. You can share information also on good customer service, and tales of woe when it takes you 50 minutes to get a person on the line.