Brad Ruggles

The Art Of Living

You’re So Vain, You Probably Think This Post Is About You

Well, actually it is.

I’ve gotten quite a few new subscribers in recent weeks which is awesome but I’m starting to feel lost. So many awesome people I haven’t met yet! If I could, I’d slap a name tag on you to help me remember who you are. Hey, that’s not a bad idea!

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Please take a minute to fill out your name tag (even if you’re a long-time subscriber) and let me know…

  1. YOUR NAME
  2. WHERE YOU LIVE

Any additional information about yourself that would help me get to know you better is definitely welcome but not required.

Go ahead, here’s your sharpie.…

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Look Dad, We Have Plates!

Those of you who follow my blog know that we’ve been living in a hotel since the deal on the house we were going to purchase fell through (read more here and here). Pete jokingly asked me on Sunday what I’m going to blog about once we’re actually living in our own house.

Extended Stay DeluxeSunday evening we got back from our vacation with friends in North Carolina. We checked into the Extended Stay Deluxe (Chloe always reminds me that there is a “Deluxe” at the end). This will be our home for at least the next three or four weeks while we get try to close on another condo we have an agreement on.

Chloe & Emily were so funny when we walked into our room.

“Look Dad, we have our own plates and silverware! We even have a stove!”

They ran into the bedroom and came running back out to drag us in by the hand to show us how HUGE the bedroom and bathroom were. Keep in mind, the whole 1-bedroom suite with pullout couch and kitchenette is probably less than 350 square feet but to them we had just checked into the Presidential Suite at the Hilton.

Normally Lisa and I are the ones trying to teach the kids to be thankful for what they’ve got but for once they were the teachers. I’ll admit it, last night I wasn’t feeling very thankful. In fact, it took everything I had to keep him from coming back.

I’m thankful that each new day gives me a new opportunity to count my blessings. Right now I don’t even want to think about how long it’s been since I’ve slept in my own bed or worn something that hasn’t come out of the same suitcase we left Fort Wayne with. I’m tired of walking into living rooms that require a keycard.

But for now, I’m learning to enjoy the journey. If that means jumping up and down on the bed because we have our own plates and silverware, then I’m going to jump away.…

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