December 2007

Dear Careholders,

        Since our last report in January 2004, our journey has taken more than a few turns.  At the time, each seemed none too significant.  But over a period of nearly four years, when added together, it appears our lives have taken a complete 180, and we’ve arrived and settled comfortably—unbeknownst to us—at a place where all our friends around us are somehow middle age.

       

The third car we’ve ever owned is nearly paid for, the student loans will be gone any day, and we’ve accrued more vacation time than we can take.  Tony’s had one colon scope and numerous fillings replaced, and Tim is managing high blood pressure through a mix of dietary supplements and energy crystals.  Sheleata Kanatuna is a cancer survivor, Long John is getting arthritic and has his teeth cleaned annually, and Buster is an adolescent who could end up in juvenile court at any moment for chomping the face off a toddler who smiled at him wrong.

        We find ourselves horrified, wondering how this happened.

        Gone are the days of inflatable furniture, and we’ve now re-covered furniture inherited from Grandma State, guaranteeing it will last until we retire.  We had the cash flow to replace all of our standard light bulbs to CFLs, and saw our electric bill cut by nearly 60%.  And we sold all our CDs over the Internet after digitizing them into MP3 files.  We sync our electronic devices nightly.  And we update our Facebook status from our mobile phones while commuting.

        Upon reflection, we realize we are desperately trying to hang on to our youthful hip-ness, but find comfort in knowing what we miss as phat, we can easily make up for through style that comes with life experience, or purchase, backed with economic security of the middle ages.

        Back hair be damned.

        With that, we present to you our not-so-annual report to Careholders for 2007 and points before (in hip, broadband fashion), in hopes of making some semblance of logical sense out of a journey that has led to such an ordinary location.

All our love,

Timothy State & Tony Dornacher

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