Caving to peer pressure

I guess that I'd better post something too, blogging is so hot right now.

Maybe I'd better warn the DC Damstedts that a buddy of mine is moving out to DC tommorrow. He's been hired by the navy as a budget analyst. I think that means you'd better be freaking nice to him or he'll cut your programs. Journalism, yup, probably the first to go. And I wouldn't doubt if he finds a way to cut the judicial system too. Then we'd be left with, well, probably only the navy, which might work out okay.

Here in Provo, I've set about building some Olympic medal award platforms for a scouting event. I've got some sweet plans in my mind for a croquet set as well. And I should be involved in making a table for Jill sometime this summer. Oh the sweet joy that is woodworking.

I got back from a trip to Denmark last week. It sure made me realize that I do not want to travel much for my job. My initial feeling was "vacation" but it turned out being "double over time." I guess if you don't pay for your own plane tickets and hotels and food and stuff, you can't really complain about not getting to tour around a little.

So now I'm just here in little old Provo, burning things and playing with awesome kids. Life doesn't get much better.