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Sunday, March 26, 2006
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Almost a Nice Weekend
Last weekend, Steve and I visited some friends of his in Los Angeles. They actually live in Huntington Beach. After a long flight and a delay with the rental car company, we were VERY hungry. We then got to experience LA traffic firsthand and went an average of 20 miles an hour. Then, unfortunately, the directions the friends gave us had one little mistake...it said to turn left instead of right on the road we exited. Oops...twenty miles later...
Their house was nice, (he's a builder), and has several nice features. However, they also have three very smelly labrador retrievers. I like dogs. I'm slightly allergic to them, but it's not something I mention to dog owners. It just means I have to blow my nose more frequently, and I'm very careful to wash my hands after petting them. These dogs were sweet, if a little hyper. They jumped on us. Every day. So much for the nice clothes we packed.
Their dogs mostly live in the kennel in the backyard, but they let them in every evening. Everything smelled like dog. They are allowed on all the furniture, people and beds. And there was a layer of dog hair and dust on everything.
Our bed was an inflatable mattress with a built-in pump. And a slow leak. Steve woke up at least 6 times to fill it back up. I would hear the hum of the pump and slowly feel the bed rise underneath me.
Saturday morning we had a very nice brunch on the patio. I really liked the landscaping and tile, the koi pond and umbrellas. But I could have done without the strong smell of dog poop while we ate.
Am I getting too picky? I sound like an ungrateful guest. We were both sick of travelling by the time we got there, and I guess I was just yearning for my clean house.
But did I mention the towels had stains...?
Their house was nice, (he's a builder), and has several nice features. However, they also have three very smelly labrador retrievers. I like dogs. I'm slightly allergic to them, but it's not something I mention to dog owners. It just means I have to blow my nose more frequently, and I'm very careful to wash my hands after petting them. These dogs were sweet, if a little hyper. They jumped on us. Every day. So much for the nice clothes we packed.
Their dogs mostly live in the kennel in the backyard, but they let them in every evening. Everything smelled like dog. They are allowed on all the furniture, people and beds. And there was a layer of dog hair and dust on everything.
Our bed was an inflatable mattress with a built-in pump. And a slow leak. Steve woke up at least 6 times to fill it back up. I would hear the hum of the pump and slowly feel the bed rise underneath me.
Saturday morning we had a very nice brunch on the patio. I really liked the landscaping and tile, the koi pond and umbrellas. But I could have done without the strong smell of dog poop while we ate.
Am I getting too picky? I sound like an ungrateful guest. We were both sick of travelling by the time we got there, and I guess I was just yearning for my clean house.
But did I mention the towels had stains...?
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Dolphin Encounter
I did make it back home. For a time, anyway. I just didn’t have a spare moment to blog about the rest of my trip to Hawaii. In fact, I’m writing this from Pittsburgh.
We arrived back in Dallas, did several loads of laundry, got slammed at work with hundreds of emails and questions, and I learned I was travelling to Pittsburgh for the end of the week. From here, Steve and I will be going to Los Angeles to visit with some friends of his. (I used my accumulated frequent flier miles to go to Hawaii, so I’m trying to replenish my account.)
Steve and I agreed the best part of the trip was our underwater experiences. In addition to snorkeling in Hanauma Bay, we went snorkeling with dolphins. We made reservations with the excursion company for Thursday, and I was disheartened that the weather was at its worst during our visit that morning. Still, the money was already spent, and there was no option to reschedule, so off we went.
The boat took us to a cove off-shore that was frequently visited by local Spinner dolphins, so called for their propensity to leap out of the water and spin. We got into the water in groups of five. The shock of the water and the adrenalin made me catch my breath, and I was comforted that Steve grabbed my hand as we swam together towards the pod of dolphins.
We saw them, briefly, but they swam on and avoided the strange creatures floating at the surface gaping at them. Steve and I were both silently concerned that might be the extent of our interaction, but fortunately, our excursion team knew about another cove.
This second stop had a pod of 40-50 dolphins that swam in circles all around us. They come up for air every 7 minutes or so, and you could hear their communication of squeaks and clicks even before you saw them. It was a magical experience.
We arrived back in Dallas, did several loads of laundry, got slammed at work with hundreds of emails and questions, and I learned I was travelling to Pittsburgh for the end of the week. From here, Steve and I will be going to Los Angeles to visit with some friends of his. (I used my accumulated frequent flier miles to go to Hawaii, so I’m trying to replenish my account.)
Steve and I agreed the best part of the trip was our underwater experiences. In addition to snorkeling in Hanauma Bay, we went snorkeling with dolphins. We made reservations with the excursion company for Thursday, and I was disheartened that the weather was at its worst during our visit that morning. Still, the money was already spent, and there was no option to reschedule, so off we went.
The boat took us to a cove off-shore that was frequently visited by local Spinner dolphins, so called for their propensity to leap out of the water and spin. We got into the water in groups of five. The shock of the water and the adrenalin made me catch my breath, and I was comforted that Steve grabbed my hand as we swam together towards the pod of dolphins.
We saw them, briefly, but they swam on and avoided the strange creatures floating at the surface gaping at them. Steve and I were both silently concerned that might be the extent of our interaction, but fortunately, our excursion team knew about another cove.
This second stop had a pod of 40-50 dolphins that swam in circles all around us. They come up for air every 7 minutes or so, and you could hear their communication of squeaks and clicks even before you saw them. It was a magical experience.
Friday, March 17, 2006
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Chinatown
Oh, how quaint! Honolulu has its own Chinatown! (I thought.)
I've been to New York's and San Francisco's Chinatowns, and it's some of the best Chinese food I've ever eaten. So I encouraged Steve to go with me to Honolulu's for a late lunch after we had snorkeled at Hanauma Bay.
By the time we got there, (let's just say we didn't take the most direct route) we both had to go to the bathroom and we were VERY hungry. Many establishments here have signs stating "No public bathrooms," but we thought we could find a restaurant and use theirs. Unfortunately, the first three eateries we stopped at didn't take credit cards. We intentionally didn't bring much cash with us that day since we were going to the beach. We decided our bladders were more important than our stomachs, and set off to just find a public bathroom. We found one, but it was locked! (I'm dancing at this point, and looking with interest at the trees and bushes nearby.) Steve spotted a security guard and asked him where we could find a bathroom. He said they're locked (no, really?) and the merchants must let you in. I think I rolled my eyes (still dancing, too), and Steve mentioned we REALLY had to go. The guy had pity on us and unlocked the doors for us.
Now, wouldn't you know, there's a LINE in the women's bathroom! I'm third back. There are two stalls in there, but someone stayed in one of them the whole time, flushing often. So that left the one for the other three of us.
I'm sure I was turning yellow. Steve got a glimpse of me waiting when someone left the bathroom, and his look of astonishment and sympathy was so sweet!
After we took care of that, we again looked for a restaurant that took credit cards. We found a nice looking one called "Good Luck." We were served complimentary hot tea and seated at a nice, clean table. The place had one of those menus that doesn't give the ingredients of the various dishes, just the names. So, you kinda have to guess what you're getting. I decided on a chicken in black bean sauce (something I've had before at Chinese restaurants in Dallas), and Steve got duck.
Now, I realize why they named it "Good Luck."
Good luck finding something you'll like!
Mine was sinewy pieces of chicken that almost didn't seem cooked enough, with large pieces of uncooked onion and bell pepper. I'm allergic to bell pepper, and raw onions upset my stomach. So basically, I feasted on the rice.
Steve didn't fare much better. The duck was EXTREMELY fatty, and he kept exclaiming, "oh, gross! Look at this!" After four or five times, I politely told him I really didn't want to look anymore. It was disgusting.
Needless to say, we decided not to return to Chinatown for any other meals.
I've been to New York's and San Francisco's Chinatowns, and it's some of the best Chinese food I've ever eaten. So I encouraged Steve to go with me to Honolulu's for a late lunch after we had snorkeled at Hanauma Bay.
By the time we got there, (let's just say we didn't take the most direct route) we both had to go to the bathroom and we were VERY hungry. Many establishments here have signs stating "No public bathrooms," but we thought we could find a restaurant and use theirs. Unfortunately, the first three eateries we stopped at didn't take credit cards. We intentionally didn't bring much cash with us that day since we were going to the beach. We decided our bladders were more important than our stomachs, and set off to just find a public bathroom. We found one, but it was locked! (I'm dancing at this point, and looking with interest at the trees and bushes nearby.) Steve spotted a security guard and asked him where we could find a bathroom. He said they're locked (no, really?) and the merchants must let you in. I think I rolled my eyes (still dancing, too), and Steve mentioned we REALLY had to go. The guy had pity on us and unlocked the doors for us.
Now, wouldn't you know, there's a LINE in the women's bathroom! I'm third back. There are two stalls in there, but someone stayed in one of them the whole time, flushing often. So that left the one for the other three of us.
I'm sure I was turning yellow. Steve got a glimpse of me waiting when someone left the bathroom, and his look of astonishment and sympathy was so sweet!
After we took care of that, we again looked for a restaurant that took credit cards. We found a nice looking one called "Good Luck." We were served complimentary hot tea and seated at a nice, clean table. The place had one of those menus that doesn't give the ingredients of the various dishes, just the names. So, you kinda have to guess what you're getting. I decided on a chicken in black bean sauce (something I've had before at Chinese restaurants in Dallas), and Steve got duck.
Now, I realize why they named it "Good Luck."
Good luck finding something you'll like!
Mine was sinewy pieces of chicken that almost didn't seem cooked enough, with large pieces of uncooked onion and bell pepper. I'm allergic to bell pepper, and raw onions upset my stomach. So basically, I feasted on the rice.
Steve didn't fare much better. The duck was EXTREMELY fatty, and he kept exclaiming, "oh, gross! Look at this!" After four or five times, I politely told him I really didn't want to look anymore. It was disgusting.
Needless to say, we decided not to return to Chinatown for any other meals.
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Aloha from paradise
Just logging in for a post from the island of Oahu in Hawaii!
Steve and I arrived to a soft but steady rain on Friday. I guess it must have been a slow news day stateside, because both my mom and my friend who is checking on my cat Sabrina mentioned the flooding in Oahu. It happened a couple days before we arrived, and was only in a small section on the West side. (We are staying on the south beach, Waikiki) Anyway, no worries! And by Saturday, we had seen 3 rainbows.
By today, we finally feel adjusted to the time change. We have been going to bed earlier and getting up earlier than we do back home, but it's nice because we have breakfast on our patio and watch the sun come up.
We went snorkeling in Hanauma Bay on Saturday and again yesterday afternoon after Steve finished his work. On our first excursion, we saw at least 20 different fish and an octopus. The octopus was blinking his eye at us, and we enjoyed watching him until he squeezed himself into a crack in the coral and shut his eye. We would have missed him like that. It's incredible how much he blended in to his environment.
Yesterday, we went into a different part of the bay, and again saw many fish. My favorite was a new one (not one we had previously seen) who was also hidden among the coral. I also enjoyed watching a little fish pop his head in and out from his hidden spot in the coral. I kept thinking about Finding Nemo and giving each fish different characteristics in my mind.
Our biggest joy was seeing a sea turtle. Wow. How majestic and graceful. It was truly awesome.
Honolulu is as expensive as I remembered. Our first meal (on Friday) consisted of two cheeseburgers, an appetizer and 1 beer. $40! Being a Downward, I know how to be thrifty, though. We have cereal and fruit in our condo each morning, and I've bought sandwich makings for some lunches. We also brought a bottle of wine with us to have before we go out in the evenings.
We've also enjoyed searching out the local restaurants that are off the beaten path. Last night, we found a sushi place that was CHEAP and really good. We ate like kings, and spent less than we did on those just-satisfactory cheeseburgers. The Ahi tuna here is so fresh, it melts like butter in your mouth!
Today is my second day on my own, as Steve is actually here for work. Yesterday I rented an umbrella and read a whole book cover to cover, listening to the waves. I've been very careful with my pale white skin, slathering on the sunscreen multiple times a day and hiding beneath a wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses, but alas, my foot must have been sticking out from the umbrella and got burned! It's just the left one. I'm wearing sneakers today and will likely spend most of my day perusing the shops. Gotta give my skin a break from this intense sun.
The internet cafe I'm in is also quite costly, but I have lots to write about so I'll probably post again soon. Miss you all!
Steve and I arrived to a soft but steady rain on Friday. I guess it must have been a slow news day stateside, because both my mom and my friend who is checking on my cat Sabrina mentioned the flooding in Oahu. It happened a couple days before we arrived, and was only in a small section on the West side. (We are staying on the south beach, Waikiki) Anyway, no worries! And by Saturday, we had seen 3 rainbows.
By today, we finally feel adjusted to the time change. We have been going to bed earlier and getting up earlier than we do back home, but it's nice because we have breakfast on our patio and watch the sun come up.
We went snorkeling in Hanauma Bay on Saturday and again yesterday afternoon after Steve finished his work. On our first excursion, we saw at least 20 different fish and an octopus. The octopus was blinking his eye at us, and we enjoyed watching him until he squeezed himself into a crack in the coral and shut his eye. We would have missed him like that. It's incredible how much he blended in to his environment.
Yesterday, we went into a different part of the bay, and again saw many fish. My favorite was a new one (not one we had previously seen) who was also hidden among the coral. I also enjoyed watching a little fish pop his head in and out from his hidden spot in the coral. I kept thinking about Finding Nemo and giving each fish different characteristics in my mind.
Our biggest joy was seeing a sea turtle. Wow. How majestic and graceful. It was truly awesome.
Honolulu is as expensive as I remembered. Our first meal (on Friday) consisted of two cheeseburgers, an appetizer and 1 beer. $40! Being a Downward, I know how to be thrifty, though. We have cereal and fruit in our condo each morning, and I've bought sandwich makings for some lunches. We also brought a bottle of wine with us to have before we go out in the evenings.
We've also enjoyed searching out the local restaurants that are off the beaten path. Last night, we found a sushi place that was CHEAP and really good. We ate like kings, and spent less than we did on those just-satisfactory cheeseburgers. The Ahi tuna here is so fresh, it melts like butter in your mouth!
Today is my second day on my own, as Steve is actually here for work. Yesterday I rented an umbrella and read a whole book cover to cover, listening to the waves. I've been very careful with my pale white skin, slathering on the sunscreen multiple times a day and hiding beneath a wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses, but alas, my foot must have been sticking out from the umbrella and got burned! It's just the left one. I'm wearing sneakers today and will likely spend most of my day perusing the shops. Gotta give my skin a break from this intense sun.
The internet cafe I'm in is also quite costly, but I have lots to write about so I'll probably post again soon. Miss you all!
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
The Big Green Egg
Steve cooked for me last weekend! He made me the best ribs I've ever eaten. They were tender, spicy and just finger-lickin' delicious!
He grilled/smoked them in his Big Green Egg, a ceramic smoker/grill/barbecue. He swears by it, and says since he bought it several years ago, he'll never go back to a regular grill.
I made potato salad and beans to go with the ribs. I had to call my Dad, chef extraordinaire, to remind me what all goes in potato salad. He chuckled at me, but I just haven't made it very many times in my life. Potato salad seems like one of those recipes that everyone does a little differently. I used potatoes (of course), low-fat mayo, a little Dijon mustard, salt & pepper, celery and a little juice from the banana pepper jar. (Daddy suggested sweet pickle juice or pineapple, but I didn't have either so I improvised.) It turned out good, but those ribs were the absolute highlight of the meal!
He grilled/smoked them in his Big Green Egg, a ceramic smoker/grill/barbecue. He swears by it, and says since he bought it several years ago, he'll never go back to a regular grill.
I made potato salad and beans to go with the ribs. I had to call my Dad, chef extraordinaire, to remind me what all goes in potato salad. He chuckled at me, but I just haven't made it very many times in my life. Potato salad seems like one of those recipes that everyone does a little differently. I used potatoes (of course), low-fat mayo, a little Dijon mustard, salt & pepper, celery and a little juice from the banana pepper jar. (Daddy suggested sweet pickle juice or pineapple, but I didn't have either so I improvised.) It turned out good, but those ribs were the absolute highlight of the meal!
Friday, February 24, 2006
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall...
When you stop to think about it, it's pretty crazy all the things we women do to make our selves "presentable." Shaving, waxing, plucking, exfoliating, moisturizing...sometimes I wonder about all the time and money spent on these activities.
I feel very fortunate that the older generation on both sides of my family have aged so well. Good genes! It gives me some consolation about my changing (aging) body and skin.
I guess not everyone is so lucky. And I probably shouldn't be so judgemental, but...
I saw a woman in a restaurant the other day who had obviously given up shaping her eyebrows with tweezers or wax...she had totally removed them! But what's worse is that she DREW them back with a black pencil at least 2 inches above where her eyebrows should be. Oh, and did I mention she had lovely gray hair? The black wasn't exactly subtle. To top off the effect, one of the created eyebrows had more of an arch than the other, giving her a permanently questioning look.
She MUST have used a mirror to do this. I guess she couldn't take in the whole effect. How often do we really see what's reflected to us? Are we just seeing what we're expecting to see?
I feel very fortunate that the older generation on both sides of my family have aged so well. Good genes! It gives me some consolation about my changing (aging) body and skin.
I guess not everyone is so lucky. And I probably shouldn't be so judgemental, but...
I saw a woman in a restaurant the other day who had obviously given up shaping her eyebrows with tweezers or wax...she had totally removed them! But what's worse is that she DREW them back with a black pencil at least 2 inches above where her eyebrows should be. Oh, and did I mention she had lovely gray hair? The black wasn't exactly subtle. To top off the effect, one of the created eyebrows had more of an arch than the other, giving her a permanently questioning look.
She MUST have used a mirror to do this. I guess she couldn't take in the whole effect. How often do we really see what's reflected to us? Are we just seeing what we're expecting to see?
Monday, February 20, 2006
Meeting the Family
Meeting someone's family is always an important step in a new relationship. I believe this is even trickier when meeting someone's children.
Steve's son, Declan, came to visit his dad this weekend. Friday night did not go so well, but in all fairness, it could have been worse. It definitely didn't go as easily as my fantasy of meeting him and his sister Hayden and all of us having a laughing good time.
Declan is ten years old. I am the first girlfriend of his dad's that he's ever met. The last time he saw his dad was at New Year's, and he was understandably jealous of sharing any time of his father's with a stranger.
After dinner on Friday, Steve talked to Declan about his relationship with me, explaining that I'm an important, happy part of his life now. After that, things went a lot smoother. On Saturday, they played all day while I did my own thing (errands, cleaning, exercising, etc.) and then we got together for dinner. We had a good time and came back to my house to play Chickenfoot (a dominoes game). Declan was a natural and ended up winning the game. Oh, and he asked his dad if he could ride in my car from the restaurant to my house. :-)
Tonight I had them over to my house for dinner, and then we played Scattegories. I think it was a little too sophisticated for Declan, but he seemed to enjoy himself anyway. He was very interested in my iPod and asked lots of questions about how it works.
I've never dated someone with kids before, and it's more difficult than I had imagined. I'm embarrassed to admit that I miss our alone time and the easy routine of weekends we have fallen into. Still, I'm up for the challenge. I've never known or loved anyone as special as Steve, so if anyone is worth it, he is.
Steve's son, Declan, came to visit his dad this weekend. Friday night did not go so well, but in all fairness, it could have been worse. It definitely didn't go as easily as my fantasy of meeting him and his sister Hayden and all of us having a laughing good time.
Declan is ten years old. I am the first girlfriend of his dad's that he's ever met. The last time he saw his dad was at New Year's, and he was understandably jealous of sharing any time of his father's with a stranger.
After dinner on Friday, Steve talked to Declan about his relationship with me, explaining that I'm an important, happy part of his life now. After that, things went a lot smoother. On Saturday, they played all day while I did my own thing (errands, cleaning, exercising, etc.) and then we got together for dinner. We had a good time and came back to my house to play Chickenfoot (a dominoes game). Declan was a natural and ended up winning the game. Oh, and he asked his dad if he could ride in my car from the restaurant to my house. :-)
Tonight I had them over to my house for dinner, and then we played Scattegories. I think it was a little too sophisticated for Declan, but he seemed to enjoy himself anyway. He was very interested in my iPod and asked lots of questions about how it works.
I've never dated someone with kids before, and it's more difficult than I had imagined. I'm embarrassed to admit that I miss our alone time and the easy routine of weekends we have fallen into. Still, I'm up for the challenge. I've never known or loved anyone as special as Steve, so if anyone is worth it, he is.
Valentine's Recap
I almost felt guilty about my Valentine's Day this year. It was so great! I felt I was betraying the single women everywhere, like my friend Hannah, who wrote about what a silly frivolous holiday it is.
I was VERY spoiled on Valentine's Day, and I must admit, it's really nice to be spoiled!
Steve sent me TWO bouquets of flowers to work: one a mixed bouquet and one with a dozen roses. My parents sent a box of goodies from the El Paso Chile Company, and my company gave each employee a rose and an iPod shuffle to share with our loved ones. (Steve was really thrilled with his.)
We went to dinner at a nice restaurant in town, Maguire's. We each had steak and then shared an incredible dessert, the chocolate lava cake. Mmmm...
Steve also bought me gifts, some accessories for my camera that he bought me for Christmas. I got him a framed picture of the two of us to put in his office or home. It was just a wonderful day.
I was VERY spoiled on Valentine's Day, and I must admit, it's really nice to be spoiled!
Steve sent me TWO bouquets of flowers to work: one a mixed bouquet and one with a dozen roses. My parents sent a box of goodies from the El Paso Chile Company, and my company gave each employee a rose and an iPod shuffle to share with our loved ones. (Steve was really thrilled with his.)
We went to dinner at a nice restaurant in town, Maguire's. We each had steak and then shared an incredible dessert, the chocolate lava cake. Mmmm...
Steve also bought me gifts, some accessories for my camera that he bought me for Christmas. I got him a framed picture of the two of us to put in his office or home. It was just a wonderful day.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Friday, February 10, 2006
My Fix-It Guy
We've had a record warm winter, but I still don't know if I'd consider swimming. A few weekends ago, Scuba Steve braved the cold waters of his pool to find the elusive leak that is continuously draining his water. My job was to watch and make sure he didn't drown or go into hypothermic shock. Luckily for me, he didn't. Unluckily, he didn't find the leak either. It was worth a shot, though. Renting the scuba suit and getting the bulb syringe and food coloring to squirt at the cracks only cost $25. It cost several hundred to have the pool professionals come out to locate it, but now that they have, he's going to fix it himself. I'm so impressed with his ingenuity!
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Working to Make it Better
To update my blog audience on the my job satisfaction, I've recently been trying new approaches and feeling much better about things. I've been delegating more, pushing back when people are trying to take advantage of my kindness, and I'm getting involved in the company's plans to make this a better place to work. I feel much more in control. While things are still hectic, I feel like I'm being more productive and solution-oriented.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Just venting
Sorry I haven't posted in awhile. Work has been INSANE. It's so busy, and I'm literally exhausted when I do get outta here. And now I'm getting a cold. I know the stress has lowered my defenses.
I try not to write about work too much. It's somewhat dangerous and not that interesting. But I need to vent.
I got pulled from the new project that launches in London. I'm very bummed about that.
My major account has continued to be a major pain in the rear. It's a huge account for the company, so there's lots of visibility. But it's not well organized and there's too many new people on the account. I don't mind training someone, but this is ridiculous! I've been here for almost 6 years, but four others on the team are brand new to the company, three of these are not in my department. I'm constantly being asked questions about how they should do their jobs and pulled into different directions. Plus I'm trying to actually do my work. Although I'm supposed to be 100% dedicated to this project, I still have 3 other accounts I'm also responsible for. We just don't have anyone to transfer them off to.
I continue to count the weeks to go until Hawaii. My saving grace is Steve. He makes me smile and forget about work.
I try not to write about work too much. It's somewhat dangerous and not that interesting. But I need to vent.
I got pulled from the new project that launches in London. I'm very bummed about that.
My major account has continued to be a major pain in the rear. It's a huge account for the company, so there's lots of visibility. But it's not well organized and there's too many new people on the account. I don't mind training someone, but this is ridiculous! I've been here for almost 6 years, but four others on the team are brand new to the company, three of these are not in my department. I'm constantly being asked questions about how they should do their jobs and pulled into different directions. Plus I'm trying to actually do my work. Although I'm supposed to be 100% dedicated to this project, I still have 3 other accounts I'm also responsible for. We just don't have anyone to transfer them off to.
I continue to count the weeks to go until Hawaii. My saving grace is Steve. He makes me smile and forget about work.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Travel
Steve's been travelling this week for work. I really miss him! Even though we don't see each other every day, it's nice to know he's just a few minutes away if I needed him. But since Monday, he's been out in California, calling to tell me how beautiful the ocean and the weather have been.
I think it's easier when I'm the one travelling. I think it's harder on the one who gets left behind.
Both our jobs are going to require a lot of travel in the next few months, so we are planning to use the frequent flier miles to our advantage. I'm going to Pittsburgh next week, and my name has been tossed around to work on a new account that kicks off in London in two weeks! Steve is off to San Antonio next week, then Seattle and California again soon.
And then he has a business trip to Hawaii that he wants me to join him on! It's prime season for Hawaii, but with my miles, it's only going to cost me $10 to fly there. We're staying for a week, and he only has to work 3 of those days. I can't wait. I'm counting the weeks (5 to go).
I think it's easier when I'm the one travelling. I think it's harder on the one who gets left behind.
Both our jobs are going to require a lot of travel in the next few months, so we are planning to use the frequent flier miles to our advantage. I'm going to Pittsburgh next week, and my name has been tossed around to work on a new account that kicks off in London in two weeks! Steve is off to San Antonio next week, then Seattle and California again soon.
And then he has a business trip to Hawaii that he wants me to join him on! It's prime season for Hawaii, but with my miles, it's only going to cost me $10 to fly there. We're staying for a week, and he only has to work 3 of those days. I can't wait. I'm counting the weeks (5 to go).
Monday, January 23, 2006
Crash
The weekend started out good. I got a good workout in on Friday night before meeting Steve for dinner. I did cardio and weights, and really pushed it on the machine that works the lats, the triangular shaped muscle in the back over the shoulder blade.
On Saturday, Steve and I met his friend Cris for mountain biking on a trail that the guys have done before. It's 5 miles out and 5 miles back and would definitely be classified as intermediate. The beginning was the toughest, with lots of challenging hills and dips. My asthma started acting up, and I was very frustrated that I couldn't catch my breath. I haven't had that happen since last July, and unfortunately, the inhaler I brought with me was expired.
We got almost to the end of the 5 mile trail when I needed a break. I rested and stretched while the guys went on ahead, promising to return in about 7 minutes. It was a lot longer than 7 minutes, but I was enjoying the view from the top of the hill. Steve came back with blood running down his calf. He had crashed, and his bike had dug into his leg, tearing a nasty gash in it. I cleaned it up with bottled water and tissues as best I could, and we headed back.
We had just gotten to the tough hills and dips when I realized my muscles were really tired. My legs were shaking with the effort, but I was determined to finish. The guys went down a steep hill and up the other side. I was going to walk it like I had done on the way out, but it looked like so much fun, I decided to try it.
I was using my rear brake as I'm supposed to, but I was still gaining too much speed. Then my bike hit either gravel or a protruding vine, and I went sailing over the top of the handlebars. I landed HARD on my left shoulder and left hip, my face pointed down into the ground. I learned you can really drag out Steve's name:
"Steeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeve!"
He was already running down the hill towards me. He untangled my right foot from my bike and helped gently turn me over. I really thought I might have broken my left upper arm (humerus), but I was able to move it. He said his first thoughts were how they were going to get me out of there, and he started thinking about calling a Medivac helicopter.
Fortunately, it wasn't that bad. I was able to walk out. I'm covered in bruises and scrapes and even have a slight black eye, but everything's still working. Steve had to get antibiotics and a tetanus shot for his injury, and we both took lots of ibuprofen the rest of the weekend. But all's well that ends well. I think our original plan of going to Houston for the weekend would have been less painful, though.
On Saturday, Steve and I met his friend Cris for mountain biking on a trail that the guys have done before. It's 5 miles out and 5 miles back and would definitely be classified as intermediate. The beginning was the toughest, with lots of challenging hills and dips. My asthma started acting up, and I was very frustrated that I couldn't catch my breath. I haven't had that happen since last July, and unfortunately, the inhaler I brought with me was expired.
We got almost to the end of the 5 mile trail when I needed a break. I rested and stretched while the guys went on ahead, promising to return in about 7 minutes. It was a lot longer than 7 minutes, but I was enjoying the view from the top of the hill. Steve came back with blood running down his calf. He had crashed, and his bike had dug into his leg, tearing a nasty gash in it. I cleaned it up with bottled water and tissues as best I could, and we headed back.
We had just gotten to the tough hills and dips when I realized my muscles were really tired. My legs were shaking with the effort, but I was determined to finish. The guys went down a steep hill and up the other side. I was going to walk it like I had done on the way out, but it looked like so much fun, I decided to try it.
I was using my rear brake as I'm supposed to, but I was still gaining too much speed. Then my bike hit either gravel or a protruding vine, and I went sailing over the top of the handlebars. I landed HARD on my left shoulder and left hip, my face pointed down into the ground. I learned you can really drag out Steve's name:
"Steeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeve!"
He was already running down the hill towards me. He untangled my right foot from my bike and helped gently turn me over. I really thought I might have broken my left upper arm (humerus), but I was able to move it. He said his first thoughts were how they were going to get me out of there, and he started thinking about calling a Medivac helicopter.
Fortunately, it wasn't that bad. I was able to walk out. I'm covered in bruises and scrapes and even have a slight black eye, but everything's still working. Steve had to get antibiotics and a tetanus shot for his injury, and we both took lots of ibuprofen the rest of the weekend. But all's well that ends well. I think our original plan of going to Houston for the weekend would have been less painful, though.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Today is Wednesday...
I've been entertaining clients for the past two days and nights. Not too long ago, I welcomed these evening excursions as a nice distraction from the monotony of living alone. Now, however, I can actually say I'd rather spend my evenings focusing on my personal life. I consider this quite an achievement of sorts. Last year, my New Year's resolution was to create a personal life, since I had so thrown myself into work and my career so completely the year before and decimated what personal life I had before.
I did see Steve last night after my client dinner. He gave me a bottle of Lovely, Sarah Jessica Parker's new fragrance. It lives up to its name. There's something so sweet about getting perfume from your boyfriend, even if he did get it free from a friend who reps for the product.
On a completely different note, since this morning, I've had an old camp song stuck in my head. My sister Jennifer should remember it. We learned it when we were teenage camp counselors:
Today is Wednesday, it's a very good day.
Thank God for Wednesday, let's shout hooray. (Hooray!)
If it wasn't for Wednesday, what would we do?
Then we wouldn't have Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday,
All week long...together with you!
It's gotta be Wednesday, it's gotta be Wednesday,
Is it Wednesday yet? You bet!
Each day at camp started off with this song, substituting the appropriate day of the week. What a great way to kick off the day. The kids liked it anyway!
I did see Steve last night after my client dinner. He gave me a bottle of Lovely, Sarah Jessica Parker's new fragrance. It lives up to its name. There's something so sweet about getting perfume from your boyfriend, even if he did get it free from a friend who reps for the product.
On a completely different note, since this morning, I've had an old camp song stuck in my head. My sister Jennifer should remember it. We learned it when we were teenage camp counselors:
Today is Wednesday, it's a very good day.
Thank God for Wednesday, let's shout hooray. (Hooray!)
If it wasn't for Wednesday, what would we do?
Then we wouldn't have Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday,
All week long...together with you!
It's gotta be Wednesday, it's gotta be Wednesday,
Is it Wednesday yet? You bet!
Each day at camp started off with this song, substituting the appropriate day of the week. What a great way to kick off the day. The kids liked it anyway!
Monday, January 16, 2006
Painting
Steve and I spent the weekend painting. He's renovating his house, getting it ready to sell hopefully this Spring, and several rooms need painting. We finished two bedrooms, the hallway, 9 doors and all the edging. His friend Cris helped us on Saturday, and we finished it up on Sunday. It was fun, working together. We turned on the radio, and since the old carpet has been pulled up, we didn't have to worry about little splashes and spray. It's so satisfying to see the rooms go from dingy and beat up to fresh white and clean.
To thank me for my cooperation, Steve cooked me a steak dinner on his grill. It was delicious. He also made me a German cucumber salad. One of the nicest things was being served, having someone make dinner especially for me!
Other than that, I haven't had many ideas for blogging...sorry for the void.
To thank me for my cooperation, Steve cooked me a steak dinner on his grill. It was delicious. He also made me a German cucumber salad. One of the nicest things was being served, having someone make dinner especially for me!
Other than that, I haven't had many ideas for blogging...sorry for the void.
Monday, January 09, 2006
Relationship Homework
I got a voicemail message from a friend today asking for an update on Steve. I guess I've been hesitant to post anything because 1)not many of you commented to my New Year post about giving it another go, and 2)I didn't want to jinx it.
Besides, who wants to hear I'm happy? How entertaining is that?
(I think I was a more witty blogger when I had a more tumultous dating life, but oh well!)
Things are going swimmingly, wonderfully well. Last week, he even went with me to see my counselor Jo. (Bonus points for Steve!) Jo helped us see some similarities in our family histories and gave us "relationship homework" to help us discuss our values and communication styles. (We haven't finished it yet.) The visit with her was REALLY interesting, and Steve and I agreed it was actually fun. It's so great to be in a relationship where I can really be honest with him about how I feel and when I'm scared. And Steve has been very supportive, understanding and flexible. He's allowing me the space I need to be myself.
Besides, who wants to hear I'm happy? How entertaining is that?
(I think I was a more witty blogger when I had a more tumultous dating life, but oh well!)
Things are going swimmingly, wonderfully well. Last week, he even went with me to see my counselor Jo. (Bonus points for Steve!) Jo helped us see some similarities in our family histories and gave us "relationship homework" to help us discuss our values and communication styles. (We haven't finished it yet.) The visit with her was REALLY interesting, and Steve and I agreed it was actually fun. It's so great to be in a relationship where I can really be honest with him about how I feel and when I'm scared. And Steve has been very supportive, understanding and flexible. He's allowing me the space I need to be myself.
Saturday, January 07, 2006
How Weird am I?
The latest meme from my sister Jenn, 5 weird things about me: (meme=a cultural unit (an idea or value or pattern of behavior) that is passed from one generation to another by nongenetic means (as by imitation); "memes are the cultural counterpart of genes")
1. The toenails on my big toes have been stunted from multiple ingrown toenail surgery and the anti-growth stuff they put on them. They look strange. I often get asked (if and when I show my bare feet) what happened to them.
2. I have a lot of flat moles all over my body. I used to think when I was little that if someone could connect all the dots, it would give me the answer to my purpose in life or something. There were four on my back like the points of a cross, but one had to be removed under suspicion (it was fine).
3. I have a pet peeve about loose hair in the sink. Even if I'm at a public bathroom or at work, I must rinse the hair down the drain.
4. I have never tried illegal drugs of any kind, not even marijuana. Many people of my generation find that surprising, but I've never really been interested.
5. I like even numbers better than odd numbers, and therefore, I like even-numbered years better. In even-numbered years, my age is even-numbered. Logically, I know there's probably nothing to it, but here's a thought: both of my failed marriages started in odd-numbered years...
1. The toenails on my big toes have been stunted from multiple ingrown toenail surgery and the anti-growth stuff they put on them. They look strange. I often get asked (if and when I show my bare feet) what happened to them.
2. I have a lot of flat moles all over my body. I used to think when I was little that if someone could connect all the dots, it would give me the answer to my purpose in life or something. There were four on my back like the points of a cross, but one had to be removed under suspicion (it was fine).
3. I have a pet peeve about loose hair in the sink. Even if I'm at a public bathroom or at work, I must rinse the hair down the drain.
4. I have never tried illegal drugs of any kind, not even marijuana. Many people of my generation find that surprising, but I've never really been interested.
5. I like even numbers better than odd numbers, and therefore, I like even-numbered years better. In even-numbered years, my age is even-numbered. Logically, I know there's probably nothing to it, but here's a thought: both of my failed marriages started in odd-numbered years...
Monday, January 02, 2006
New Year Musings
I've been off the blog scene lately. I didn't even read my sisters' blogs for the past couple days. I had a nightmare last night that something had happened and I didn't know about it, so I caught up on all their pictures and stories this morning.
I took Friday off as my last vacation day of 2005, and today is a holiday from work. It's been great to have a 4-day weekend to catch up on everything: sleep, laundry, cleaning, and visiting with friends.
The antibiotics are doing their job, and I'm finally feeling more like myself. Thanks for everyone's well-wishes! But now that I'm feeling better physically, I seem to be dwelling more on my emotional status.
I know I have a tendency to over-analyze, but...
Sometimes I run when things get too tough. Moving around often as a kid was great in so many ways, but it taught me I can start over and not deal with relationship issues. I know that each of my brief marriages was doomed from the start (poor choices on my part), but still I wonder if I didn't give it enough effort? Then I remember the situations and think, yes I did...
I also vacillate between feeling really confident and thinking I deserve someone who loves and appreciates all my unique qualities and feeling not good enough. I've discovered (through in-depth counseling with a insightful professional) that I tend to be the pursuer in relationships. I feel more comfortable with the role of trying to win someone over. When I "get" them, I start to feel restless. (I think that's when the feeling of "I'm not good enough" comes in.)
I have also been exploring and trying to chip away at my unattainable goal of perfection. I know logically I'm not perfect and can never be, but sometimes my drive to be perfect in every facet of my life comes out and nearly cripples me. I also tend to look for perfection in a man...something we all know doesn't exist! (ha ha)
Steve wrote me a beautiful and heartfelt email over the holidays. I broke up with him after he made a stupid mistake, and I focused on that and not the months of his true behavior. He had also recently told me he loved me. That scared me (see above), and I didn't react well to it. Even before the email and our recent talks, I have felt that he has been the first man to truly see and appreciate me for who I am. And so, with all this in mind, I've decided to see him for lunch. No guarantees for anything else, but I need to explore this a bit more.
Hope all this rambling makes sense. Thanks for reading it!
I took Friday off as my last vacation day of 2005, and today is a holiday from work. It's been great to have a 4-day weekend to catch up on everything: sleep, laundry, cleaning, and visiting with friends.
The antibiotics are doing their job, and I'm finally feeling more like myself. Thanks for everyone's well-wishes! But now that I'm feeling better physically, I seem to be dwelling more on my emotional status.
I know I have a tendency to over-analyze, but...
Sometimes I run when things get too tough. Moving around often as a kid was great in so many ways, but it taught me I can start over and not deal with relationship issues. I know that each of my brief marriages was doomed from the start (poor choices on my part), but still I wonder if I didn't give it enough effort? Then I remember the situations and think, yes I did...
I also vacillate between feeling really confident and thinking I deserve someone who loves and appreciates all my unique qualities and feeling not good enough. I've discovered (through in-depth counseling with a insightful professional) that I tend to be the pursuer in relationships. I feel more comfortable with the role of trying to win someone over. When I "get" them, I start to feel restless. (I think that's when the feeling of "I'm not good enough" comes in.)
I have also been exploring and trying to chip away at my unattainable goal of perfection. I know logically I'm not perfect and can never be, but sometimes my drive to be perfect in every facet of my life comes out and nearly cripples me. I also tend to look for perfection in a man...something we all know doesn't exist! (ha ha)
Steve wrote me a beautiful and heartfelt email over the holidays. I broke up with him after he made a stupid mistake, and I focused on that and not the months of his true behavior. He had also recently told me he loved me. That scared me (see above), and I didn't react well to it. Even before the email and our recent talks, I have felt that he has been the first man to truly see and appreciate me for who I am. And so, with all this in mind, I've decided to see him for lunch. No guarantees for anything else, but I need to explore this a bit more.
Hope all this rambling makes sense. Thanks for reading it!
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Christmas in Review
It's so much fun having little ones around for Christmas. Their delight in the smallest wonders kept all the adults smiling.
Some of my favorite moments:
Colin: "I got a box!"
Anna: "I hope you feel better by Christmas, Auntie Emily."
Both: "The CLOCK! The CLOCK!" (Said each time Nana's clock would chime. Then they would count in unison each time it rang.)
Colin: "Em-wee!" as he ran toward me with open arms and gave me a tackling hug.
Decorating gingerbread cookies with Anna and Jennifer.
Colin putting chocolate fudge into his mouth with both hands before saying, "Moh Chocwat, pwease."
Unfortunately, I'm still under the weather. My annoying cold has turned into a sinus infection, and my doctor is on holiday! (I'm seeing her colleague tomorrow -- the soonest I could get in.) It's nice to be home, and Sabrina is VERY glad I'm back, but I do miss those sweet voices and all the hugs.
Some of my favorite moments:
Colin: "I got a box!"
Anna: "I hope you feel better by Christmas, Auntie Emily."
Both: "The CLOCK! The CLOCK!" (Said each time Nana's clock would chime. Then they would count in unison each time it rang.)
Colin: "Em-wee!" as he ran toward me with open arms and gave me a tackling hug.
Decorating gingerbread cookies with Anna and Jennifer.
Colin putting chocolate fudge into his mouth with both hands before saying, "Moh Chocwat, pwease."
Unfortunately, I'm still under the weather. My annoying cold has turned into a sinus infection, and my doctor is on holiday! (I'm seeing her colleague tomorrow -- the soonest I could get in.) It's nice to be home, and Sabrina is VERY glad I'm back, but I do miss those sweet voices and all the hugs.
Friday, December 23, 2005
Fun with Anna & Colin
Anna and I are sitting at Grandad's computer. Just finished catching up reading my sisters' blogs and my comments. Thanks for everyone's well-wishes. I am starting to feel better. Anna says she hopes I'm better for Christmas and asks me several times a day how many days it is until Christmas.
Colin has a cold, too, and he refuses to blow his nose. But he will let you wipe it. It's something, I guess.
Anna and I had quite a giggle-fest yesterday when I laid on the couch and Grandad's dog Patchie came and laid on my tummy. Every time I laughed, Patchie would bounce up and down. She didn't try to get off, just enjoyed the ride, which only made us laugh more.
Later, Patchie made a coughing noise that sounded like "Blech!" I imitated the noise to Anna and Colin's delight. Colin kept saying "Again!" I must have Blech-ed 100 times.
Colin has a cold, too, and he refuses to blow his nose. But he will let you wipe it. It's something, I guess.
Anna and I had quite a giggle-fest yesterday when I laid on the couch and Grandad's dog Patchie came and laid on my tummy. Every time I laughed, Patchie would bounce up and down. She didn't try to get off, just enjoyed the ride, which only made us laugh more.
Later, Patchie made a coughing noise that sounded like "Blech!" I imitated the noise to Anna and Colin's delight. Colin kept saying "Again!" I must have Blech-ed 100 times.
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
My Status
I thought I should write something...even though I don't feel much like writing...but I thought if anyone was checking the site, it would be nice for them to see a new post. And I don't want to lose my loyal audience...
I feel like crap. In addition to my emotional upheaval, I've got a nasty head cold. It started on Saturday and has only gotten worse. I've gone through probably hundreds of tissues and taking decongestants, Mucinex and lots of vitamin C. Just hoping the congestion in my ears clears out before I fly to El Paso on Thursday.
That's what I'm focusing on...seeing my parents, Jenn, Anth and the kids for Christmas. I've wrapped all the gifts and have already started packing. Hope all who are reading have a wonderful, magical Christmas and safe travels!
I feel like crap. In addition to my emotional upheaval, I've got a nasty head cold. It started on Saturday and has only gotten worse. I've gone through probably hundreds of tissues and taking decongestants, Mucinex and lots of vitamin C. Just hoping the congestion in my ears clears out before I fly to El Paso on Thursday.
That's what I'm focusing on...seeing my parents, Jenn, Anth and the kids for Christmas. I've wrapped all the gifts and have already started packing. Hope all who are reading have a wonderful, magical Christmas and safe travels!
Friday, December 16, 2005
All Good Things Must Come to an End
Steve and I have decided not to see each other anymore. I don't want to go into details, but it takes awhile to get to know someone, and sometimes, along the way, you learn things about them that aren't compatible with you.
I'm bummed. We had some fun times, but I also think I've made the right decision. It's just sad when things come to an end.
I'm bummed. We had some fun times, but I also think I've made the right decision. It's just sad when things come to an end.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Holiday Symbolism
I love all the holiday decor. Several houses on my street deck their doors, trees and bushes with lights, and I always put up my tree and a wreath on the door.
But what's the significance of the pink flamingo?
One of the houses down the street, in addition to it's red, green and white Christmas lights, has a pink flamingo in lights, complete with an orange beak.
Evergreen trees are meant to signify God's everlasting love, and lights are to signal that Christ has come as the light to the world. But the pink flamingo? I just don't know.
But what's the significance of the pink flamingo?
One of the houses down the street, in addition to it's red, green and white Christmas lights, has a pink flamingo in lights, complete with an orange beak.
Evergreen trees are meant to signify God's everlasting love, and lights are to signal that Christ has come as the light to the world. But the pink flamingo? I just don't know.
Friday, December 09, 2005
About Being Thirty-Something
What is it about being over thirty that your body begins a mutiny against its host?
I remember in college learning something about after 30 your body biologically starts to decline. Any growth is now over, and biologically speaking, it's all downhill.
Well, I know what's growing! Chinny hairs! (This is what my mom and sisters and I call the suspiciously wiry and unwanted hairs that spring from your chin at wild angles.)
I found another one this morning. I have a mole in the middle of my chin that, since puberty, has sprouted obvious dark hairs. I tried getting the mole removed when I was 17, and although the mole got lighter and less noticeable, the hairs continued to emerge at regular intervals. Some are now gray -- I don't think this is due to my age. I think I have sped up the aging of those hair follicles by plucking them.
So I continuously check the mole on my chin for new growth. This morning, in addition to the new dark hair from the ever-producing mole, I also had a longish blonde hair under my chin. What's with that?! I don't need that!
At least men get some, too. Their extra hair springs from their nose and ears. Maybe the chin isn't so bad compared to that.
Of course, I'm sure my mom and aunts will post comments about how much more fun I have to look forward to: menopause, the disappearance of collagen, moustaches...Can't wait!
I remember in college learning something about after 30 your body biologically starts to decline. Any growth is now over, and biologically speaking, it's all downhill.
Well, I know what's growing! Chinny hairs! (This is what my mom and sisters and I call the suspiciously wiry and unwanted hairs that spring from your chin at wild angles.)
I found another one this morning. I have a mole in the middle of my chin that, since puberty, has sprouted obvious dark hairs. I tried getting the mole removed when I was 17, and although the mole got lighter and less noticeable, the hairs continued to emerge at regular intervals. Some are now gray -- I don't think this is due to my age. I think I have sped up the aging of those hair follicles by plucking them.
So I continuously check the mole on my chin for new growth. This morning, in addition to the new dark hair from the ever-producing mole, I also had a longish blonde hair under my chin. What's with that?! I don't need that!
At least men get some, too. Their extra hair springs from their nose and ears. Maybe the chin isn't so bad compared to that.
Of course, I'm sure my mom and aunts will post comments about how much more fun I have to look forward to: menopause, the disappearance of collagen, moustaches...Can't wait!
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
The Ultimate in Selective Listening
Why do cats selectively understand what you're saying? It's freezing outside today (literally, it's been raining and sleeting and is below the freezing point), and my cat is sitting by the sliding glass door, meowing to be let out. I even opened the door wide enough for her to get out, and she could tell it was too cold. She didn't go through the open door, so after 30 seconds or so, I shut it.
That was only 10-15 minutes ago. It's not any warmer now, I promise!
Sabrina is 12, and she really does understand some human phrases, such as:
Want a treat?
Wanna go outside?
Don't even think about it!
Ready for bed?
I love her dearly, but today, since I'm working from home because of the inclement weather and the incompetent driving ability of most Texans, she's driving me crazy!
Ok, I give up. I'm letting her out so she can experience this cold for herself. I know she'll just come back in and complain to me (more meowing), apparently believing that I control the weather.
(She went out...lasted about 1.5 minutes.)
That was only 10-15 minutes ago. It's not any warmer now, I promise!
Sabrina is 12, and she really does understand some human phrases, such as:
Want a treat?
Wanna go outside?
Don't even think about it!
Ready for bed?
I love her dearly, but today, since I'm working from home because of the inclement weather and the incompetent driving ability of most Texans, she's driving me crazy!
Ok, I give up. I'm letting her out so she can experience this cold for herself. I know she'll just come back in and complain to me (more meowing), apparently believing that I control the weather.
(She went out...lasted about 1.5 minutes.)
A Trip into the Past
One of the things Dallas is most known for, and the most shameful, is being the location for President John F. Kennedy's assassination. While I have driven past "the grassy knoll" on several occassions, I haven't visited the 6th Floor Museum at the Book Repository or taken the tour, until Monday night.
One of my clients was in town from Pittsburgh, and our evening activity was the tour. The museum is very well done, with many visuals, artifacts from the time period, audio and video. You can walk through at your own pace and experience any and all of these.
What I took away from the exhibit was a real sense of the sadness felt by the country and around the world when Kennedy's life was ended in such an unexpected and early time. The museum did a nice job of capturing that time in history -- the segregation, the Civil Rights movement, the fear of communism -- and Kennedy's idealism. I wish we had more of the sense of personal responsibility that he instilled in the generation of young people at that time: "Ask not what your country can do for you. Ask what you can do for your country."
One of my clients was in town from Pittsburgh, and our evening activity was the tour. The museum is very well done, with many visuals, artifacts from the time period, audio and video. You can walk through at your own pace and experience any and all of these.
What I took away from the exhibit was a real sense of the sadness felt by the country and around the world when Kennedy's life was ended in such an unexpected and early time. The museum did a nice job of capturing that time in history -- the segregation, the Civil Rights movement, the fear of communism -- and Kennedy's idealism. I wish we had more of the sense of personal responsibility that he instilled in the generation of young people at that time: "Ask not what your country can do for you. Ask what you can do for your country."
Monday, December 05, 2005
Entertainment x 3
Although I flew back into town early Friday morning and we had planned a quiet evening, Steve got free symphony tickets for Friday evening, and we just couldn't pass it up. We had a quick Italian dinner and headed downtown. The symphony was hosting a talented young violinist as a guest soloist. She is just 17, but her talent and dedication were obvious. She was so expressive and obviously felt and loved the music she was playing. I enjoyed watching her and seeing both the child and the young woman in her expressions.
On Saturday night, we had both Steve’s and my company parties. His was held in a suite at the Mavericks’ game. Mine was held downtown, a “Monte Carlo” night with a karaoke room. We had so much fun at both…Sunday was spent recovering!
On Saturday night, we had both Steve’s and my company parties. His was held in a suite at the Mavericks’ game. Mine was held downtown, a “Monte Carlo” night with a karaoke room. We had so much fun at both…Sunday was spent recovering!
Friday, December 02, 2005
What I've Been Up To
Sorry I haven't posted since the Thanksgiving review. Monday was a whirlwind day back at the office, and I learned I would be in Chicago Tuesday and Wednesday. I already had plane tickets to Houston on Wednesday for Thursday's tea, so today is only my second day in the office this week!
Chicago was SO cold! When I got there, it was in the 30's with a bitter wind. There were a few snow flurries, but nothing on the ground. My two days of meetings went well, and Wednesday I headed to Houston, where it was a balmy 65-70.
The twins were so excited to see "Auntie Eminee!" I got lots of great hugs and kisses. Steph gave me a glass of wine, and Graham asked so sweetly for a sip, I couldn't refuse. He had a taste and replied, "Mmm! Yummy in my tummy!"
On Thursday, my mom, aunt Cinda, cousin Bevie and Steph's sister-in-law Gwynn and niece Lauren arrived. It was girl time! The twins suddenly had lots of family around to love on and play with. Once they went down for their afternoon nap, we all gathered in Stephanie's ample bathroom to get ready. Stephanie graciously fixed Bevie's, Lauren's, mom's and my hair! She's very stylish and has quite a way with hair accoutrements. We joked that she missed her calling as a hair stylist!
The tea was lovely. Held at the country club, everything was festively decorated, and there was plenty of delicious finger sandwiches, desserts and champagne. Everyone looked their finest. (Sorry I have no pictures to share. I forgot my camera, but I highjacked Steph's and took several photos.) We all commented that Jennifer was missed. The good doctor had patients to care for...
Now, it's back to reality. Crazy deadlines, clients calling to make changes at the last minute, and more work than can possibly get done in a day. (And I'm blogging. Well, I needed a break!)
Chicago was SO cold! When I got there, it was in the 30's with a bitter wind. There were a few snow flurries, but nothing on the ground. My two days of meetings went well, and Wednesday I headed to Houston, where it was a balmy 65-70.
The twins were so excited to see "Auntie Eminee!" I got lots of great hugs and kisses. Steph gave me a glass of wine, and Graham asked so sweetly for a sip, I couldn't refuse. He had a taste and replied, "Mmm! Yummy in my tummy!"
On Thursday, my mom, aunt Cinda, cousin Bevie and Steph's sister-in-law Gwynn and niece Lauren arrived. It was girl time! The twins suddenly had lots of family around to love on and play with. Once they went down for their afternoon nap, we all gathered in Stephanie's ample bathroom to get ready. Stephanie graciously fixed Bevie's, Lauren's, mom's and my hair! She's very stylish and has quite a way with hair accoutrements. We joked that she missed her calling as a hair stylist!
The tea was lovely. Held at the country club, everything was festively decorated, and there was plenty of delicious finger sandwiches, desserts and champagne. Everyone looked their finest. (Sorry I have no pictures to share. I forgot my camera, but I highjacked Steph's and took several photos.) We all commented that Jennifer was missed. The good doctor had patients to care for...
Now, it's back to reality. Crazy deadlines, clients calling to make changes at the last minute, and more work than can possibly get done in a day. (And I'm blogging. Well, I needed a break!)
Monday, November 28, 2005
Thanksgiving in Review
After four days off work, I guess I should be rested and ready to go, but instead, I SO don't feel like working today! At least it's a short week for me: I'll be going to Houston Wednesday night for Stephanie's annual Christmas tea on Thursday.
Thanksgiving was very fun and very filling. My niece and nephew, Paige and Graham, are very entertaining. They kept us all laughing and smiling throughout the weekend. It's so amazing to see each of my sisters as mothers. Steph is a great mom, very loving but also firm with the twins, and as a result, they are very well-behaved.
Our menu included:
A smoked Greenberg turkey (delicious as always, but now I'm getting sick of it)
Stuffing or Dressing recipe ala Jenn
Roast vegetables recipe ala Jenn
My great aunt Chachie's recipe for Cranberry relish
Spinach caserole
Seeduction roles
Wine from Steph and Al's collection
Pumpkin pie
Daddy's pecan pie
Last night, Steve (finally) got home from visiting his kids in New Mexico, and I made a Turkey Pot Pie with some of my leftovers. It turned out pretty good, but I really am running out of ways to convince myself to keep eating turkey!
Thanksgiving was very fun and very filling. My niece and nephew, Paige and Graham, are very entertaining. They kept us all laughing and smiling throughout the weekend. It's so amazing to see each of my sisters as mothers. Steph is a great mom, very loving but also firm with the twins, and as a result, they are very well-behaved.
Our menu included:
A smoked Greenberg turkey (delicious as always, but now I'm getting sick of it)
Stuffing or Dressing recipe ala Jenn
Roast vegetables recipe ala Jenn
My great aunt Chachie's recipe for Cranberry relish
Spinach caserole
Seeduction roles
Wine from Steph and Al's collection
Pumpkin pie
Daddy's pecan pie
Last night, Steve (finally) got home from visiting his kids in New Mexico, and I made a Turkey Pot Pie with some of my leftovers. It turned out pretty good, but I really am running out of ways to convince myself to keep eating turkey!
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Turkey and More Turkey
I guess some people like turkey more than I do. I don't dislike it, but I don't crave it either. It always mystifies me why my company has a turkey feast for us (with everyone bringing the side dishes) two days before we are all to eat pretty much the same thing with our families. Can't we do something a little different? Every year (this is my sixth Thanksgiving here), I suggest we do an Italian day, or a Mexican day, but no...it's turkey again.
My family is arriving in Dallas tomorrow. Stephanie, Al and the twins are coming from Houston, and my parents are driving in from El Paso. My friend Daniel will also be joining us. Since he's from Mexico, this is his first American Thanksgiving, and he's so very excited.
My only regret is that Steve won't be there. His plans changed, and he is now going out to New Mexico to see his kids instead of them coming here.
But it's the holiday to be thankful, and I have many things and people to be thankful for. My favorite part of Thanksgiving is being with family, although the dressing is a close second.
My family is arriving in Dallas tomorrow. Stephanie, Al and the twins are coming from Houston, and my parents are driving in from El Paso. My friend Daniel will also be joining us. Since he's from Mexico, this is his first American Thanksgiving, and he's so very excited.
My only regret is that Steve won't be there. His plans changed, and he is now going out to New Mexico to see his kids instead of them coming here.
But it's the holiday to be thankful, and I have many things and people to be thankful for. My favorite part of Thanksgiving is being with family, although the dressing is a close second.
Friday, November 18, 2005
As Soft As...
Yesterday, as I was recounting my trip to one of my colleagues, she asked if I was going to move to England. I told her that my Auntie Norma whispered in my ear as I was hugging her goodbye, "Move here!" It was so sweet, but I have built such a great life for myself here, and I can't imagine leaving it all right now.
Besides, I don't know how successful I would be in the marketing/advertising business in England. As most Americans know, the Brits have a slightly different sense of humor than we do. I also noticed their advertising campaigns refer to things that don't exactly translate to me.
As my dad and I were driving to London from Chester, we passed a big truck (lorrie) covered in advertisements for the toilet paper it was transporting. It said "Like a Roll of Puppies" and featured several golden retriever puppies. I laughed until I almost cried.
Besides, I don't know how successful I would be in the marketing/advertising business in England. As most Americans know, the Brits have a slightly different sense of humor than we do. I also noticed their advertising campaigns refer to things that don't exactly translate to me.
As my dad and I were driving to London from Chester, we passed a big truck (lorrie) covered in advertisements for the toilet paper it was transporting. It said "Like a Roll of Puppies" and featured several golden retriever puppies. I laughed until I almost cried.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Home at Last
I didn't have a chance to write while I was in England because although most of my relatives have computers, they would rather I visit with them then get absorbed into the screen. So, this will be a long post to cover the past week.
Ooh, there's so much to tell. I started off by meeting my dad at the London Gatwick Airport. We picked up my rental car and drove west to Bristol. I did pretty well driving on the other side of the road. My only frustration was that the Hyundai had switched the positions of the windshield wipers and the blinkers, so I often signaled my intent to change lanes by wiping the windshield.
After a pub lunch of fish & chips, I dropped Daddy at the train station where he took a train up to Chester to see his friend Keith. I then drove to Dursley, a small town in an area called the Cotswolds. My cousins Phil and Sonya live there, and Sonya's directions were perfect. Sonya took a couple days off work to play with me, and when she opened the front door, we both exclaimed at the same time: "I/You made it!"
We shopped in Gloucester that afternoon and saw the old cathedral. Sonya pointed out a tower that had been damaged in the civil war and laughed when I asked, "what civil war?" (It was in the 1600's)
We had a drink at the pub to meet some of her friends, and Phil met us there. The three of us then had an Indian feast at their local restaurant, Dil Raj. It was incredibly delicious.
On Friday, Sonya took me shopping in Cardiff, the capital of Wales. It was cold and rainy that day, but we stayed out of most of the weather by staying in the shops! We had a lovely home-cooked meal that night, and the next day, Phil rode with me up to Wellington to see his dad, my Uncle Ken.
It was like coming home. Uncle Ken is just the same as ever, and he gave me a great big hug. He then announced how glad he was that I was there and that as I'm such a good cook, I could cook him dinner! We had some of his son Chris' lamb along with the Californian wine I brought him. He regaled me with stories of his past, telling me how he had met Auntie Olive and the early years of their marriage. I could have stayed a week.
The next morning, I picked up my dad from his friend's house and drove to Runcorn. We saw Uncle Colin and Auntie Dot and their daughter Paula, a frequent commenter on my and my sisters' blogs. And I got to meet Paula's son Luke! What a sweetie. He's so adorable, and although he was wary of me at the beginning, he did give me a hug goodbye. Paula and I chatted in the kitchen, and again, I felt my time was too short. I could have visited with her for days.
Daddy and I next stopped in Weaverham to see Auntie Norma (another frequent blog commenter) and Uncle Noel. Auntie Norma was a little more subdued than her usual effervescent self as she's been having heart problems. She's scheduled for a stent on Friday, so everyone keep her in your thoughts! She looked the same as the last time I saw her and had made us a lovely cake.
We spent the night in Kelsall with Daddy's friends before heading back to London. There, we had dinner with my friends Alan and Hurriyet and their lovely children before going to a hotel near Gatwick for our last evening.
It WAS a quick trip, but I still enjoyed it so much. The English countryside is so picturesque, and we had three days in a row of sunshine! The weather was unusually mild for November, but I enjoyed the briskness of the air and the cold, cold water from the taps. I feel very loved after seeing everyone in England. I was so warmly received by them all. I also received a warm welcome home from Steve and my cat Sabrina. They were happy to see me again. And I'm happy to be home, but I won't wait 3 years again before going back.
Ooh, there's so much to tell. I started off by meeting my dad at the London Gatwick Airport. We picked up my rental car and drove west to Bristol. I did pretty well driving on the other side of the road. My only frustration was that the Hyundai had switched the positions of the windshield wipers and the blinkers, so I often signaled my intent to change lanes by wiping the windshield.
After a pub lunch of fish & chips, I dropped Daddy at the train station where he took a train up to Chester to see his friend Keith. I then drove to Dursley, a small town in an area called the Cotswolds. My cousins Phil and Sonya live there, and Sonya's directions were perfect. Sonya took a couple days off work to play with me, and when she opened the front door, we both exclaimed at the same time: "I/You made it!"
We shopped in Gloucester that afternoon and saw the old cathedral. Sonya pointed out a tower that had been damaged in the civil war and laughed when I asked, "what civil war?" (It was in the 1600's)
We had a drink at the pub to meet some of her friends, and Phil met us there. The three of us then had an Indian feast at their local restaurant, Dil Raj. It was incredibly delicious.
On Friday, Sonya took me shopping in Cardiff, the capital of Wales. It was cold and rainy that day, but we stayed out of most of the weather by staying in the shops! We had a lovely home-cooked meal that night, and the next day, Phil rode with me up to Wellington to see his dad, my Uncle Ken.
It was like coming home. Uncle Ken is just the same as ever, and he gave me a great big hug. He then announced how glad he was that I was there and that as I'm such a good cook, I could cook him dinner! We had some of his son Chris' lamb along with the Californian wine I brought him. He regaled me with stories of his past, telling me how he had met Auntie Olive and the early years of their marriage. I could have stayed a week.
The next morning, I picked up my dad from his friend's house and drove to Runcorn. We saw Uncle Colin and Auntie Dot and their daughter Paula, a frequent commenter on my and my sisters' blogs. And I got to meet Paula's son Luke! What a sweetie. He's so adorable, and although he was wary of me at the beginning, he did give me a hug goodbye. Paula and I chatted in the kitchen, and again, I felt my time was too short. I could have visited with her for days.
Daddy and I next stopped in Weaverham to see Auntie Norma (another frequent blog commenter) and Uncle Noel. Auntie Norma was a little more subdued than her usual effervescent self as she's been having heart problems. She's scheduled for a stent on Friday, so everyone keep her in your thoughts! She looked the same as the last time I saw her and had made us a lovely cake.
We spent the night in Kelsall with Daddy's friends before heading back to London. There, we had dinner with my friends Alan and Hurriyet and their lovely children before going to a hotel near Gatwick for our last evening.
It WAS a quick trip, but I still enjoyed it so much. The English countryside is so picturesque, and we had three days in a row of sunshine! The weather was unusually mild for November, but I enjoyed the briskness of the air and the cold, cold water from the taps. I feel very loved after seeing everyone in England. I was so warmly received by them all. I also received a warm welcome home from Steve and my cat Sabrina. They were happy to see me again. And I'm happy to be home, but I won't wait 3 years again before going back.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
The reason I haven't posted in awhile...
...is because I've been "worshipping the porcelain" -- very ill for the past two days. The doctor says several viruses have been going around with my symptoms, so I don't really know if it was food poisoning or a virus. Either way, I'm happy to be on the mend.
The only really nice part about being sick was how wonderful Steve was. He brought me a baked potato and cottage cheese (he had to make two separate stops for that) on Sunday, and on Monday, he picked up my prescription and brought it to me over his lunch hour. The worst part of living alone is when you're sick and don't even want to go to the grocery store or pharmacy. Steve was such a life-saver. Plus, he told me today I didn't even look bad as a sick person.
Tomorrow I leave for England!!! I don't know which is more exciting: being away from my demanding job for a week or seeing all my loved ones and travelling through the beautiful countryside of England. I'll try to write from the road as much as I can.
The only really nice part about being sick was how wonderful Steve was. He brought me a baked potato and cottage cheese (he had to make two separate stops for that) on Sunday, and on Monday, he picked up my prescription and brought it to me over his lunch hour. The worst part of living alone is when you're sick and don't even want to go to the grocery store or pharmacy. Steve was such a life-saver. Plus, he told me today I didn't even look bad as a sick person.
Tomorrow I leave for England!!! I don't know which is more exciting: being away from my demanding job for a week or seeing all my loved ones and travelling through the beautiful countryside of England. I'll try to write from the road as much as I can.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
My Passion
(Now, get your mind out of the gutter...)
I've written before about my volunteering at the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit) and working with premies. This Monday was especially busy. When I arrived, Lily, the nurse I usually work with, said, "I REALLY need you tonight."
It's nice to feel like what you're doing really helps someone - both the nurses and the patients. Sometimes the nurses feel bad asking me to retrieve blankets or other supplies for them, but I really don't mind. It allows them to focus on their patients. Of course, my favorite thing to do is hold the babies.
I fed four babies this week and also got to help with a couple others. I talk to each of them and encourage them to eat and burp. I also got to speak a little Spanish to two new dads. My time there just flies by. I guess that's what happens when you're doing what you love.
In all my Mondays at Parkland, I've only witnessed one death. It was a new patient that had just been admitted into the unit. I was feeding another one in the same room. There were several nurses around this little boy, and a couple doctors were walking in and out. One of the doctors was watching the monitors and first noticed the breathing changing slightly. The baby was born at 27 weeks, very young when a normal term pregnancy is 40 weeks. Lungs are one of the last organs to develop, and most premies have some difficulty with their respiration. The doctor alerted the nurses who immediately started supplementing the child's breathing with a CPR bag, but unfortunately he kept crashing. They called a code blue and several more staff members rushed into the room, although the space around his little bed was already full. They brought the father in, along with a translator and a minister. The minister gave last rites as the translator repeated the words in Spanish. I felt for the father. His face was in total shock. They escorted him out and then stopped the CPR. One of the nurses was crying, and the charge nurse reassured her that she and everyone else on the team had done everything possible.
It was very surreal. I wasn't sad for the baby, because I believe he went to a better place, a peaceful, loving, painless place. But my heart hurt for the parents, who had been awaiting the birth of their child and now had to bury him.
I admire the nurses and doctors who do this miniature work so much. But wow, the responsibility. If I mess up at work, or if the project just doesn't work out because of unavoidable factors, I feel badly, but it's not like life and death. It would be hard to let go and not question every action you took.
I've written before about my volunteering at the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit) and working with premies. This Monday was especially busy. When I arrived, Lily, the nurse I usually work with, said, "I REALLY need you tonight."
It's nice to feel like what you're doing really helps someone - both the nurses and the patients. Sometimes the nurses feel bad asking me to retrieve blankets or other supplies for them, but I really don't mind. It allows them to focus on their patients. Of course, my favorite thing to do is hold the babies.
I fed four babies this week and also got to help with a couple others. I talk to each of them and encourage them to eat and burp. I also got to speak a little Spanish to two new dads. My time there just flies by. I guess that's what happens when you're doing what you love.
In all my Mondays at Parkland, I've only witnessed one death. It was a new patient that had just been admitted into the unit. I was feeding another one in the same room. There were several nurses around this little boy, and a couple doctors were walking in and out. One of the doctors was watching the monitors and first noticed the breathing changing slightly. The baby was born at 27 weeks, very young when a normal term pregnancy is 40 weeks. Lungs are one of the last organs to develop, and most premies have some difficulty with their respiration. The doctor alerted the nurses who immediately started supplementing the child's breathing with a CPR bag, but unfortunately he kept crashing. They called a code blue and several more staff members rushed into the room, although the space around his little bed was already full. They brought the father in, along with a translator and a minister. The minister gave last rites as the translator repeated the words in Spanish. I felt for the father. His face was in total shock. They escorted him out and then stopped the CPR. One of the nurses was crying, and the charge nurse reassured her that she and everyone else on the team had done everything possible.
It was very surreal. I wasn't sad for the baby, because I believe he went to a better place, a peaceful, loving, painless place. But my heart hurt for the parents, who had been awaiting the birth of their child and now had to bury him.
I admire the nurses and doctors who do this miniature work so much. But wow, the responsibility. If I mess up at work, or if the project just doesn't work out because of unavoidable factors, I feel badly, but it's not like life and death. It would be hard to let go and not question every action you took.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Good Times
Steve and I had such a great weekend last weekend. It began early with my company's Halloween carnival. Steve attended and got to meet several of my coworkers. On Friday, we both took off work for the afternoon and drove to Waco. He met my grandma and great aunt Sudie, my aunt Cinda and her kids, Robert and Beverly. We taught him to play the domino game chicken foot, and we all had fun.
Robert's basketball team was playing a game in Waco that evening, and it was really exciting to watch! Unfortunately, they lost by 5 points. I really enjoyed Bevie's cheering and heckling of the players and referees. I wish we all lived closer so I could see more games.
On Saturday, Steve took me to a mountain biking trail not far from my house that I was unaware of. We had a brisk 5-mile ride through the woods. It was beautiful with the leaves turning fall colors. He gave me his "old" heart monitor because he got a new one from his boss. (I put old in quotes because it's only a few months old.) So, throughout the ride, he would ask if I was ok and what my heart rate was.
Later, I cooked him dinner and then we went to a costume party at a local club. I resurrected my Marilyn Monroe costume and won 3rd place ($50 gift certificate)! Steve was proud of me but thought I deserved 1st or 2nd.
Robert's basketball team was playing a game in Waco that evening, and it was really exciting to watch! Unfortunately, they lost by 5 points. I really enjoyed Bevie's cheering and heckling of the players and referees. I wish we all lived closer so I could see more games.
On Saturday, Steve took me to a mountain biking trail not far from my house that I was unaware of. We had a brisk 5-mile ride through the woods. It was beautiful with the leaves turning fall colors. He gave me his "old" heart monitor because he got a new one from his boss. (I put old in quotes because it's only a few months old.) So, throughout the ride, he would ask if I was ok and what my heart rate was.
Later, I cooked him dinner and then we went to a costume party at a local club. I resurrected my Marilyn Monroe costume and won 3rd place ($50 gift certificate)! Steve was proud of me but thought I deserved 1st or 2nd.
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