What is this all about?

The crazy Christmas season is once again bearing down on us. I have been in denial for a few months about the fact that the shopping will not get done by itself, but I kept holding out hope. Alas, I have to head to the dreaded mall this weekend to buy my family gifts that I really can't afford and that they really don't want.

I'm proposing to my family that we phase out the gift-giving craziness for next year. I would love to use the money we typically spend on tschochke items and use it to rent a cabin on the beach or a place in the mountains. A place where we can just go as a family and laugh, talk, play, just be with each other. That is Christmas.

It might also be fantasy.

We're Moving...

To celebrate the big transition to Vietnam, we at the Richert Ranch have decided to relocate webwise as well. It seems time for fresh starts all around. We hope you join us .

What in the....?

I know...it has been months (months!! How did that happen?!). I can tell you how it happened... * swine flu paranoia in Ecuador * whirlwind tours of the USA from D.C. to California * a swimming sensation that is six years old, and the Transformer's expert * a beautiful 11 month old that fell in love with her uncle * bbq's galore * weekends away with the greatest of friends * new bikes (Oh, Isis...I miss you already) * let's be honest....Target, Costco, and the Patagonia outlet contributed to the silence * 14 hour road trips * napkin making * concerts that had to be attended (I really do love you Josh Ritter. Really) * books to purchase and read * and, of course, all that repacking * which only leads to all that unpacking It's been a busy two and half months kids.

Beach Shmeach

After an almost two year experiement in living, Dave and I have come to the conclusion that we are not beach people. Sand? Not a fan. Being in a sea of people who, let's be honest, are a lot more confident in what they are wearing then they should be? I can live without it, my eyes will forever thank me. (Seriously? Speedos? Why are people letting their friends leave the house in those?) Yes, the ocean is beautiful. And big. And just a little frightening with all those crashing waves that pull you under water and provide that "I've just been tossed into a washing machine during the speed cycle" feeling. Besides that, I tend to burn. And then freckle. Not good. I can't help it...I wasn't born to be enchanted by the swaying palm trees and shimmering sunsets. I mean, I'm from Idaho . Give me the mountains anyday. And this is why Dave and I headed to Vilcabamba, Ecuador for Semana Santa, instead of following the rest of Ecuador to the coast. T...

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