Counting your chickens before they are imported.

Next!

We recieved word yesterday that the jungle bus we had visited, and examined, and pondered over, is now sold. Argh!

You are not supposed to count your chickens before your house sells and you can afford to buy them,... er, that's not it... well anyway, we had plans for this bus. Now we will have to make plans to find a new bus.

Caleb said that God didn't want us to get that bus because it was not the right one for us, so now that it's sold, our house can sell and God can get us the right bus. He's a wise old man sometimes that dude.

The house was shown again yesterday, and another showing is scheduled for tomorrow evening. The offer is coming soon.

In other news, the iMac is up and running again, following some very adept surgery performed by yours truly to replace the internal hard drive. So you can expect our website to be off and rolling again soon, and hopefully some podcasts from myself and the dudes as we prepare for the launch of the Rubicon...

And Palmer tried to open up his cranium on a tree last night, but only put a 1cm split in his scalp. The blood was quite impressive though. Caleb said he looked like John McClean from Die Hard. Rather blood covered.

Well, it's my birthday, so I'm getting out of here, and on to other things!