He's Back

I'm back. Yes to all of my followers, Dan has returned to the blogging arena. Not much has happened since Kelli last updated the blog, but I figured that I had some time, so why not. First we can start with the good news that we have sent in our signed contracts to Anchorage, and are now awaiting our approval for the rental house we are really trying to get. It has a fenced yard and the whole shebang. I think, for me, the most important part of the rental house is that it is what is considered a "corporate" house, meaning that everything one would ever need is already there, all we would need to bring is our clothes, which if you have talked to Kelli lately, is growing in size daily (she thinks she needs an entire new wardrobe). This would save ME a lot of work. notice I say me, not us, because I am fully confident that when the day comes to pack up and move things, it will be very cold outside and Kelli will want to stay inside as much as possible. Not to mention the cost to either bring on the plane or ship an entire house full of stuff. Anyway, I am really hoping this place works out and I think it will. After being home and seeing everyone again it really makes me miss everyone. I'm very glad that we were able to get the time off to come home again in November. The scary part is that I don't know when we will be home after that. It might not be until June. Time seems to pass a lot faster and easier when I know I will be home soon. I can see why so many people go away to college and end up returning home after one year. It is definitely hard to leave all of your family and friends that you have never lived without.

Now on a brighter note, I have been playing a lot of golf lately. Well, a lot of golf by my standards. in the last three rounds, I have steadily improved my scoring culminating to today's career low score of 86. I can't tell you how excited I was shooting a 40 on the front 9. I have never played so well. I know what some of you are thinking, and yes, I did count all of my strokes with the exception of one "breakfast ball" on the first tee. Unfortunately, I think the hot dog and chips for lunch at the turn messed with my mojo, because I shot a 46 on the back which on any normal day for me would be great, but today was a disappointment. I have to give thanks to mom and dad for getting me the gift card for the golf for my B-day. I have been able to play for free at some beautiful courses that I otherwise would never have played. I am really starting to look forward to beating down Todd and Dad over Thanksgiving at the High Hampton. I hope you boys are ready. They better hope that the month sabbatical I will be forced to take in Anchorage gives you a chance, because I am feeling good.

I'm not sure if everyone knows that Kelli got me a guitar for our anniversary. I was so excited about learning to play like James Taylor. I was sure that I would be a savant. I could see James and me(we would be on a first name basis) joking about how we got our starts playing, while the crowd of adoring fans listened on. I would quit nursing to tour the world with my trusty dog and roady wife. Oh, how glorious it would be. So, you can imagine how devastating it has been to admit that those dreams will never come true. It seems like every time I want to try and practice, either Kelli is sleeping, it's too late at night, or Bradley freaks out. I mean, you would think that this dog was brutally attacked by a giant guitar at some point in his life. He runs around the house attempting to find a hiding place and cries when I start. And I don't even have to play, all I have to do is pick the dang thing up and he's a basket case. I mean, I know I'm not good, but this is just ridiculous. How am I supposed to learn when I feel like an abusive father for playing? I can see my dreams of playing on stage, with ole' James, fading with every wine and whimper.