Before You Buy a House

Buy a snow blower-well, if you live in the midwest that is. What stupid luck. We move back to Iowa, buy a house, and within our first month of home-ownership the state sees the worst snow fall in my lifetime combine with blizzard winds. Not fun. By my count I have shoveled out 7 driveways and the street (thanks living in a new neighborhood) all within the past 4 days. Good times. I may sound like a whiny little girl but when it's all said & done... I kind of enjoy the shoveling, I hate the sitting at home. Driving to work from Des Moines to Oskaloosa is pretty dangerous when the state can barely keep the streets clean.

The streets should be clean by tomorrow, which means I'm back on the clock. Let's hope Sunday forecast of freezing rain is unfounded.

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Unknown said…
Hey Pat,

This is Drew, long time no see! I hope everything is going well and Iowa is rocking. So in Denver today, somebody broke into my car and completely cleaned everything out, including my last remaining CD booklet that contained a lot of the live shows I had taped from way back when.

I was wondering if you still have those old DAT tapes, I know it's probably a long shot, considering the sentimental value, I was an idiot selling them in the first place. I was wondering though, if in fact you still have them somewhere, when I come back to WDM for Christmas, we could meet up and I could borrow them to recopy all or any of them that are left. If you don't have them, it's understandable, my fault for getting rid of them in the first place. Let me know either way though.

Again, hope everything else is going well! Hope to hear from you soon.

Holla

Drew

drewhintze@gmail.com
6:25 PM
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