Packing is no fun

Until i finish storing everything in these giant bins i bought, my room will be stuck looking like this! The day is growing closer, only a couple weeks now until the car door opens and I'm kicked out onto the curb! After the demise of my little purple car things just haven't been the same. I miss it a lot. Steven Shaw and Mathew Grayson came down to visit this week form Washington. It was wonderful to see them again. They brought a sense of home with them. I think they are still in Provo at the moment but soon they will be back in Salt Lake ready to play with Steph and I. I love my friends! I guarantee Steph hates that i put this picture up, but that's okay it shows the team.

The end has come for some..

First i need to congratulate and say goodbye to someone who has been with me through it all. Someone who knew just how to let me escape from my worries but then suddenly decide that i should be left where i have escaped to. This dear friend of mine has battled through many hardships upon which i think none could have survived. Of course i refer only to 610-PEH. That's right she's done, my little purple fat car is no more. The engine has gone into an endless slumber. So thank you for all the good times! I honestly can't believe you've made it this far. You started your journey in 2002 and your journey should have ended in 2002. Alas! You stood up and said No! No i will endure through the last child in this family. I could have done with a few more weeks but i guess i can only be grateful for the time we've had. Behold the greatest car to have ever crossed the highways!