Happy Halloween!
It's only 9:30 and I have already snuck a little piece of candy – shh!
Adds and I are about to go on a walk - in costume of course.
Have fun trick-or-treating...
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Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
Addie says Happy Halloween Too!
She wasn't allowed to come to the party, but she still dressed for the occasion! Awe, my little bug...
A Boo-thday Bash
My dear, dear friend Mollie Perez had a surprise 30th birthday party for her husband Tony this weekend. She planned the whole thing as a Halloween costume party, and did such a fantastic job of keeping it a secret that when Tony walked in (and we all yelled surprise and started singing Happy Birthday), he turned around and said, "who's birthday is it?"
Here are some pics from the night. In case you need a little help deciphering who/what people are, I am also including a quick run down:
Mike: Tim Donaghay (an NBA ref who was caught in some huge gambling circle)
Me: Victoria Beckham (aka. Posh Spice - was hoping Mike would be David Beckham but he refused.)
Mollie and Tony: Danny and Sandy from Greece
Rebecca and Ryan: 70's Girl and Jack Sparrow
Amy and John Geer: Witch and John Geer
Morgan and Bill: Ron Burgundy and Victoria Corenstein from Anchorman
Megan and Tripp: Dog, the Bounty Hunter and Beth (think that's his wife)
Nicole and Brent: Hugh Heffner and Playboy Bunny
Cameron and Brian: Brittney Spears and K-Fed
Stacey and Chuck: Chefs
Thursday, October 25, 2007
A Life Journey
Wow, what a hectic, crazy, spectacular, and spiritual month it has been. My mom and I just returned from a five day trip to Mexico. We were part of a group of 13 women, and it may sound outrageous, but in more ways than one this trip felt like a necessary personal journey for me...
We were nestled in an absolutely beautiful mountain town called Ixtapan. It was very clean and simple and the people were incredibly kind. It was the type of place where you could walk the streets at night safely, and where you would look out over a sunrise or sunset and feel the power of God sitting right there beside you.
On top of all of this pure, raw beauty I would head to the spa each day in anticipation of receiving some type of exotic pampering... Whether it was a Swedish massage, a Fango mud wrap, reflexology, a facial, or one of the countless other treatments, we all spent at least two hours of every day dressed in nothing but a robe and absorbing the self-indulgence.
All of this pampering would have been enriching enough, but because of the timing of our trip the experience became even more special to me…
After Dustin's accident my family realized just how fast life is. For several months, maybe even a year, we were able to avoid getting intertwined in the speed of everything – we slowed down and absorbed the graces of life’s simplicities.
However, lately I seem to have devalued the importance of that costly lesson. I have not been home to Charlottesville in almost a month. Between Dustin's tournament and a huge event at work, I've been spending 65+ hours a week in the office... I was up sending emails until 3am the night before we left for Mexico. I had one hour of sleep and packed in about 30 minutes... I am not exaggerating when I say I had no idea what airport we were leaving from or what town we were headed to until I met the girls and got on the bus (to Mexico) Saturday morning. It was like October was "rapid fire" month; I reserved no time for God, my marriage, or for personal growth.
Needless to say, heading to Mexico for five days in the midst of all this seemed like a ridiculous idea. Ironically, it proved to be an invaluable opportunity that gave me the chance to slow down and recognize the person I am in the day-to-day (during the hustle and bustle of everything professional and everything social) and the person I truly want to be – a better wife, a better friend, a better steward of God’s gifts.
Nothing helped to reveal this more than the two yoga instructors we had the privilege of practicing with at the resort. Their classes were unlike anything I have ever experienced before; the classes were not about poses, but about reaching into your soul and finding your spirit.
Just to give a couple examples... We would spend five minutes lying on the floor shaking every muscle in our bodies as fast as we could, and then five minutes in absolute stillness. (This was about exercising stored energy and getting rid of the garbage we carry on a daily basis.)
We would put our legs and feet flat up against a wall and move only our eyes. We rolled them in giant circles: up, down, left, right, diagonal, clockwise, counter-clockwise, and then would cup our palms (over our eyes) and lie in darkness. (This was meant to encourage new sight and to return us to "centeredness.")
They would play music and tell us to dance... (This was all about being free and letting the simplicity of the music guide your movements.)
We would sit on our butts, stretch our arms and legs out as wide as we could, tilt our heads back, stick our tongues out and breathe in and out for 3-5 minutes. We weren't supposed to blink our eyes, look down, or swallow... Just stretch and breathe. (This series was about perseverance and openness - if you don't believe me just try it! It was one of the hardest exercises I did all week.)
We also took classes on meditation, learning about flame and chanting techniques. (In some ways it scares me to talk about all of this. Just trying to put it into words seems to trivialize the intense physical and spiritual power these classes manifested... I guess it could sound cult-ish or scary, but it was neither. It was absolutely beautiful.)
Our instructors would share powerful bits of wisdom like...
"In prayer we talk to God. In meditation we listen."
"We are exposed to so much around us that we have to meditate often to bring ourselves back to who we truly are."
“Pray and meditate as if your life depended on it, because it does.”
“What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.”
All of it was truly powerful and life-changing. I walked out of a couple classes in tears because they had such a tremendous impact on my soul.
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After all of this “journaling” I do have to stop and ask why me? Why is a 27 year old girl (who has already been afforded so many luxuries and securities in life) given the chance to spend a (selfish) week in Mexico - especially when there are billions of other women in the world who deserve it far more than I do? The only answer I can come up with is that I don't deserve anything of this magnitude... There is absolutely no reason why I should be receiving my second or third spa treatment of the day and about to head off to yoga, while there are families who can't afford to feed their own children just a couple hours down the road...
I know it's unfair and that it makes no rational sense, but I did go... And I did grow and appreciate every minute of the experience. Now I can only use the opportunity to make the world a brighter place. If you are reading this, please help to hold me accountable for not only living what I have learned but also for sharing it with my family, my friends, with our GreenHouse kids, with whomever I am supposed to share this message… I realize (and truly believe) that “when you go within, you will never be without.”
We were nestled in an absolutely beautiful mountain town called Ixtapan. It was very clean and simple and the people were incredibly kind. It was the type of place where you could walk the streets at night safely, and where you would look out over a sunrise or sunset and feel the power of God sitting right there beside you.
On top of all of this pure, raw beauty I would head to the spa each day in anticipation of receiving some type of exotic pampering... Whether it was a Swedish massage, a Fango mud wrap, reflexology, a facial, or one of the countless other treatments, we all spent at least two hours of every day dressed in nothing but a robe and absorbing the self-indulgence.
All of this pampering would have been enriching enough, but because of the timing of our trip the experience became even more special to me…
After Dustin's accident my family realized just how fast life is. For several months, maybe even a year, we were able to avoid getting intertwined in the speed of everything – we slowed down and absorbed the graces of life’s simplicities.
However, lately I seem to have devalued the importance of that costly lesson. I have not been home to Charlottesville in almost a month. Between Dustin's tournament and a huge event at work, I've been spending 65+ hours a week in the office... I was up sending emails until 3am the night before we left for Mexico. I had one hour of sleep and packed in about 30 minutes... I am not exaggerating when I say I had no idea what airport we were leaving from or what town we were headed to until I met the girls and got on the bus (to Mexico) Saturday morning. It was like October was "rapid fire" month; I reserved no time for God, my marriage, or for personal growth.
Needless to say, heading to Mexico for five days in the midst of all this seemed like a ridiculous idea. Ironically, it proved to be an invaluable opportunity that gave me the chance to slow down and recognize the person I am in the day-to-day (during the hustle and bustle of everything professional and everything social) and the person I truly want to be – a better wife, a better friend, a better steward of God’s gifts.
Nothing helped to reveal this more than the two yoga instructors we had the privilege of practicing with at the resort. Their classes were unlike anything I have ever experienced before; the classes were not about poses, but about reaching into your soul and finding your spirit.
Just to give a couple examples... We would spend five minutes lying on the floor shaking every muscle in our bodies as fast as we could, and then five minutes in absolute stillness. (This was about exercising stored energy and getting rid of the garbage we carry on a daily basis.)
We would put our legs and feet flat up against a wall and move only our eyes. We rolled them in giant circles: up, down, left, right, diagonal, clockwise, counter-clockwise, and then would cup our palms (over our eyes) and lie in darkness. (This was meant to encourage new sight and to return us to "centeredness.")
They would play music and tell us to dance... (This was all about being free and letting the simplicity of the music guide your movements.)
We would sit on our butts, stretch our arms and legs out as wide as we could, tilt our heads back, stick our tongues out and breathe in and out for 3-5 minutes. We weren't supposed to blink our eyes, look down, or swallow... Just stretch and breathe. (This series was about perseverance and openness - if you don't believe me just try it! It was one of the hardest exercises I did all week.)
We also took classes on meditation, learning about flame and chanting techniques. (In some ways it scares me to talk about all of this. Just trying to put it into words seems to trivialize the intense physical and spiritual power these classes manifested... I guess it could sound cult-ish or scary, but it was neither. It was absolutely beautiful.)
Our instructors would share powerful bits of wisdom like...
"In prayer we talk to God. In meditation we listen."
"We are exposed to so much around us that we have to meditate often to bring ourselves back to who we truly are."
“Pray and meditate as if your life depended on it, because it does.”
“What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.”
All of it was truly powerful and life-changing. I walked out of a couple classes in tears because they had such a tremendous impact on my soul.
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After all of this “journaling” I do have to stop and ask why me? Why is a 27 year old girl (who has already been afforded so many luxuries and securities in life) given the chance to spend a (selfish) week in Mexico - especially when there are billions of other women in the world who deserve it far more than I do? The only answer I can come up with is that I don't deserve anything of this magnitude... There is absolutely no reason why I should be receiving my second or third spa treatment of the day and about to head off to yoga, while there are families who can't afford to feed their own children just a couple hours down the road...
I know it's unfair and that it makes no rational sense, but I did go... And I did grow and appreciate every minute of the experience. Now I can only use the opportunity to make the world a brighter place. If you are reading this, please help to hold me accountable for not only living what I have learned but also for sharing it with my family, my friends, with our GreenHouse kids, with whomever I am supposed to share this message… I realize (and truly believe) that “when you go within, you will never be without.”
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
How Appropriate!
A colleague of mine sent this to me earlier today. He told me to pass it on to Mike. Thought it was an interesting request, but once I opened the email I realized exactly why. How appropriate!P.S. You might have to actually click on the image in order to read the text.
Monday, October 8, 2007
I love you Dustin!
Dustin's 25th birthday was October 1st and it was the first birthday (actual or heaven) when my family could not all be together. My parents were in Wilmington, I was in Charlottesville, and Mal was in Boone. Even though we weren't able to participate in all of our usual birthday traditions, we still shared some very special moments...
At 5:00 that afternoon we all got on a conference call and said a prayer for him. We had each written Dustin a letter, so at the same time and in three different places, we tied our letters to a bundle of balloons and mailed them to heaven. After a little "family time" we invited Dustin's friends to call in and share in the memories. It was so special talking to friends, parents of friends, and even friends of friends he impacted during his time with us on earth. Thank you to everyone who shared a special thought!
Typically we would have also driven to Raleigh to put a sign and fresh flowers out by the accident site. (But again the complicated location thing forced us to postpone the delivery.) My parents finally took the sign Sunday afternoon and found a very special surprise waiting for them when they arrived. The sign we put up in April was still there! For the first time ever, the lawn mower people had not pulled it up. Six months later and there it stood in perfect condition. Since we all felt terribly guilty about not having a new one up on the 1st, this was such a blessing to see...
Lastly, I am thrilled to report we have another sold-out tournament planned for Monday, October 15th. It's the 6th Annual Hope Grows Here Golf Tournament and we'll be kicking it off at Sedgefield Country Club around noon. For everyone who is local, make sure to swing by for the after party. Things should get started around 6:30pm.
Always remember… Thanks to Dustin, hope grows here!
At 5:00 that afternoon we all got on a conference call and said a prayer for him. We had each written Dustin a letter, so at the same time and in three different places, we tied our letters to a bundle of balloons and mailed them to heaven. After a little "family time" we invited Dustin's friends to call in and share in the memories. It was so special talking to friends, parents of friends, and even friends of friends he impacted during his time with us on earth. Thank you to everyone who shared a special thought!
Typically we would have also driven to Raleigh to put a sign and fresh flowers out by the accident site. (But again the complicated location thing forced us to postpone the delivery.) My parents finally took the sign Sunday afternoon and found a very special surprise waiting for them when they arrived. The sign we put up in April was still there! For the first time ever, the lawn mower people had not pulled it up. Six months later and there it stood in perfect condition. Since we all felt terribly guilty about not having a new one up on the 1st, this was such a blessing to see...
Lastly, I am thrilled to report we have another sold-out tournament planned for Monday, October 15th. It's the 6th Annual Hope Grows Here Golf Tournament and we'll be kicking it off at Sedgefield Country Club around noon. For everyone who is local, make sure to swing by for the after party. Things should get started around 6:30pm.
Always remember… Thanks to Dustin, hope grows here!
Old News, Old Friends
AGH, I am so overdue on updating the blog! Here's a quick recap from Mike’s 10-year high school reunion last month. (10 years - crazy I know!)
To be completely honest, neither of us were too thrilled about going – a lot of driving for two people who already do a lot of driving… But the reunion weekend ended up being a ton of fun. On top of the fun I managed to walk away with a few thoughts of my own. Here are some quick, random examples of why I’m convinced the social stigmas of our teenage years will never completely leave us:
To be completely honest, neither of us were too thrilled about going – a lot of driving for two people who already do a lot of driving… But the reunion weekend ended up being a ton of fun. On top of the fun I managed to walk away with a few thoughts of my own. Here are some quick, random examples of why I’m convinced the social stigmas of our teenage years will never completely leave us:
- They were playing an old soccer video at the reunion and a guy (who I later found out was cut from the team) went behind the screen, in the middle of the video, and pulled the power cord out of the wall. Think he’s still harboring a little animosity?
- The old “class clown” kept up his end of the bargain… He’s the one pictured above, covered in nametags. Mine made his upper, left shoulder. Cute huh?
- The hottie of the high school halls shared his fashion forwardness. He came in madras shorts and a tee shirt, and prepped with some serious hair jell. It was kind-of funny since most of the guys were dressed in suits. (Caleb, if you’re reading this, we love you just the way you are.)
- I confirmed no one wants to be the “odd one out” and that black is still hot. With the exception of two people, every girl at the reunion was dressed in black and white.
I should also mention how lucky I feel to have such wonderful friendships with many of Mike’s high school pals and their spouses. The “empty nester” kids are truly a special group! I hope the memories never stop.
I should also mention how lucky I feel to have such wonderful friendships with many of Mike’s high school pals and their spouses. The “empty nester” kids are truly a special group! I hope the memories never stop.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Nic's Bachelorette Party
A group of us spent the weekend at my parents' beach house in Wilmington celebrating a “last hurrah” for Nicole. It was the first time I have ever been to a bachelorette party where everyone (but the bride, of course) was married. Two girls in the group even have babies! With Mike's ten year high school reunion just a couple of days away, and then this dramatic shift in our b-party scene, the realities of our passing 20's is definitely starting to hit me :)
Despite our old age (jk) we still managed to leave our mark on the town. We spent Saturday afternoon shopping, watching football and being lazy. We had dinner at The Bridge Tender (fabulous Gorgonzola Walnut Salad if you ever go), and then we jumped in a limo and headed downtown.
I think we were supposed to bar hop, but our first stop was so much fun we ended up staying all night. A mix of dancing, cocktails and just talking with the girls... It was a near 180 from our parties back in the day, but still a total blast.
Here are a couple pics from the weekend... Mols, Candice and Nic, if you're reading this I love you to pieces!
P.S. Yes, the last picture was taken in the women's bathroom - what we were thinking I do not know!
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Waffle Making 101
In my attempt to become a domestic diva I decided to wake up early and make Mike waffles. We were given a fancy-dancy waffle maker for our wedding, so I pulled out some Barefoot Contessa mix and the other necessary ingredients and thought how hard can this be...
Well, just in case you are ever in this same situation, there are two recipes on the back of Barefoot Contessa waffle mix. One is for waffles and the other is for PANCAKES. Of course I am not paying attention to the title (just focused on ingredients), nor have I ever made waffles, so I proceed to brew up some fantastic pancake mix and throw it in our waffle maker. Disaster! The thing split right up the middle when I opened the lid. The mix was "glued" to the waffle grates - top and bottom - which took forever to clean out. Worst part about it was I was racking my brain trying to figure out what I had done wrong... The only thing I could think of was that soy milk was not a good replacement for regular milk. So, yes, I do the exact same thing all over again, but this time with skim milk. Same disaster!!!
I was so incredibly frustrated at this point and close to calling William Sonoma and telling them I think we have a dud waffle maker when I happened to notice the word pancake on the back of Ms. Contessa's mix.
Pancake Ingredients: milk, egg, butter
Waffle Ingredients: water, egg
Arg! Martha would be so disappointed…
Well, just in case you are ever in this same situation, there are two recipes on the back of Barefoot Contessa waffle mix. One is for waffles and the other is for PANCAKES. Of course I am not paying attention to the title (just focused on ingredients), nor have I ever made waffles, so I proceed to brew up some fantastic pancake mix and throw it in our waffle maker. Disaster! The thing split right up the middle when I opened the lid. The mix was "glued" to the waffle grates - top and bottom - which took forever to clean out. Worst part about it was I was racking my brain trying to figure out what I had done wrong... The only thing I could think of was that soy milk was not a good replacement for regular milk. So, yes, I do the exact same thing all over again, but this time with skim milk. Same disaster!!!
I was so incredibly frustrated at this point and close to calling William Sonoma and telling them I think we have a dud waffle maker when I happened to notice the word pancake on the back of Ms. Contessa's mix.
Pancake Ingredients: milk, egg, butter
Waffle Ingredients: water, egg
Arg! Martha would be so disappointed…
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Penn State Adventures
Mike has always wanted to take me to a big ten football game... So on Saturday morning we woke up at the crack of dawn and began a five hour drive to State College. The drive up was awesome! We went through West Virginia, Maryland, and Pennsylvania and saw absolutely beautiful country side. We got out a couple times in WV so I could say I've actually been to the state (a hot tamale run for me and a Dairy Queen blizzard run for Mike were included in our adventures). Finally, a little before noon we arrived at PSU.
I'm going to take a second here to share a few facts about the weekend and about the Penn State football experience before I go any further...
- Over 100,000 people come to these games
- Hotels sell out years in advance...
- Duke and Courtney (my brother and sister and law) and their 1 year old little girl, Lexie, found a room at Motel 8 for $300 a night
- Duke is a Penn State Alum
- Mike and I did not have a hotel room
- None of us had tickets - the plan was to scalp them at the tailgate
- It was Lexie's first birthday
I'm going to take a second here to share a few facts about the weekend and about the Penn State football experience before I go any further...
- Over 100,000 people come to these games
- Hotels sell out years in advance...
- Duke and Courtney (my brother and sister and law) and their 1 year old little girl, Lexie, found a room at Motel 8 for $300 a night
- Duke is a Penn State Alum
- Mike and I did not have a hotel room
- None of us had tickets - the plan was to scalp them at the tailgate
- It was Lexie's first birthday
- The Penn State Nittany Lions were scheduled to play Notre Dame (big game)
So back to the afternoon...
After picking up the other Bucys at the Super Motel 8, the five of us headed to campus and did a quick tour of Duke's undergraduate experience. We toured the Beta house, went to the famous stone Nittany Lion statue, ate lunch in the student union, and walked through the main quad... All of this touring started on the West side of campus, and our progressions eastward eventually led us to Beaver Stadium (the PSU football arena).
Beaver Stadium is unlike any football stadium I have ever seen. It's on campus, but there is probably a 1 mile wide strip of land that surrounds it on the outside. This open space lends itself quite well to NASCAR-like pre-gaming. People bring in campers. They have grills and flat screen TVs. They are dressed - um - spirited. (Nothing like the couture outfits we would wear to a UNC game. I'm talking paint, socks, bags, t-shirts... I even saw a pair of boobs dressed for the occasion.) Duke knew two different groups of tailgaters partaking in the fun, so we spent our 4 hours before the game bouncing back and forth between the spreads.
Mike, on the other hand, hit the scalping circuit the minute we got to Beaver Stadium. I am not exaggerating when I tell you he spent the full four hours looking for tickets. The game had started, Duke had found tickets for his family, and I was sitting on a curb waiting for my husband to return. We were tired, hot, and ticket-less.
We never ended up getting into the game. It was so sad! But while I was manning my curb I did manage to help a group of undercover cops catch a criminal...
Yes, I know it sounds totally outrageous, but it's true. I was sitting on my curb and heard this stampede of people behind me. Freaked out, I turned around and in that very second some kid comes lunging into me. He trips and falls into the street. Within seconds a swarm of cops were on top of him... They slammed his head into the pavement and handcuffed him. Even though I was more ready to cry by this point than I had been throughout Mike's failed ticket search, I managed to snap a pic for the blog!
Since we never got in the game, Mike and I headed to a famous ice cream shop (the Creamery), grabbed me some dinner, and then made the 6 1/2 mile walk back to our car and headed to Charlottesville. We got home around 2 am and - crankily - went straight to bed.
Here is a photo journal of the experience.
So back to the afternoon...
After picking up the other Bucys at the Super Motel 8, the five of us headed to campus and did a quick tour of Duke's undergraduate experience. We toured the Beta house, went to the famous stone Nittany Lion statue, ate lunch in the student union, and walked through the main quad... All of this touring started on the West side of campus, and our progressions eastward eventually led us to Beaver Stadium (the PSU football arena).
Beaver Stadium is unlike any football stadium I have ever seen. It's on campus, but there is probably a 1 mile wide strip of land that surrounds it on the outside. This open space lends itself quite well to NASCAR-like pre-gaming. People bring in campers. They have grills and flat screen TVs. They are dressed - um - spirited. (Nothing like the couture outfits we would wear to a UNC game. I'm talking paint, socks, bags, t-shirts... I even saw a pair of boobs dressed for the occasion.) Duke knew two different groups of tailgaters partaking in the fun, so we spent our 4 hours before the game bouncing back and forth between the spreads.
Mike, on the other hand, hit the scalping circuit the minute we got to Beaver Stadium. I am not exaggerating when I tell you he spent the full four hours looking for tickets. The game had started, Duke had found tickets for his family, and I was sitting on a curb waiting for my husband to return. We were tired, hot, and ticket-less.
We never ended up getting into the game. It was so sad! But while I was manning my curb I did manage to help a group of undercover cops catch a criminal...
Yes, I know it sounds totally outrageous, but it's true. I was sitting on my curb and heard this stampede of people behind me. Freaked out, I turned around and in that very second some kid comes lunging into me. He trips and falls into the street. Within seconds a swarm of cops were on top of him... They slammed his head into the pavement and handcuffed him. Even though I was more ready to cry by this point than I had been throughout Mike's failed ticket search, I managed to snap a pic for the blog!
Since we never got in the game, Mike and I headed to a famous ice cream shop (the Creamery), grabbed me some dinner, and then made the 6 1/2 mile walk back to our car and headed to Charlottesville. We got home around 2 am and - crankily - went straight to bed.
Here is a photo journal of the experience.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Bad Day...
Ever had one of those days when things just are not going your way? That epitomizes the last 24 hours for me...
After a walk with Addie last night I tried to turn my cell phone on. (I always carry it with me, turned off and tucked in my sports bra in case of an emergency.) Anyway, I went to turn the thing back on and nothing happened. I tried plugging the wall charger into it and turning it on, nothing. I tried taking the battery in and out, in and out, in and out; still nothing. I took it out to my car and tried charging it with the car charger - nothing!!! I even tried beating it on the counter... Still nothing.
Since then there has still been no sign of life with the phone. And, because I have scheduled to terminate my contract with Verizon and move to AT&T, they will not give me a new phone. AT&T supposedly has a phone in the mail to me... I waited with baited breath all day for the mail to arrive - it finally came and no new phone. Working from home without phone and without a spouse (Mike's in San Fran) is not easy!
As if all of this isn't complicated enough I had two more technical malfunctions today... I was vacuuming over lunch and somehow I blew a fuse. After finally locating the fuse box (or whatever that thing is called) I could not get it to open. I had pliers, a screwdriver, everything you could imagine trying to pry the darn thing open. Unlike the phone, I eventually got into it and restored my electricity. Yay and thank goodness!
Then to top it all off, I was headed to a much needed yoga class and my car wouldn't start. It makes a noise, but won't "catch." So now I am stranded without a car, without a phone, and without a spouse...
Since there is no one else I can talk to about it, I thought I would use my blog to whine.
Mike comes home from San Francisco tomorrow morning. I'm drinking wine and getting to bed asap in anticipation of his (rescue) return!
After a walk with Addie last night I tried to turn my cell phone on. (I always carry it with me, turned off and tucked in my sports bra in case of an emergency.) Anyway, I went to turn the thing back on and nothing happened. I tried plugging the wall charger into it and turning it on, nothing. I tried taking the battery in and out, in and out, in and out; still nothing. I took it out to my car and tried charging it with the car charger - nothing!!! I even tried beating it on the counter... Still nothing.
Since then there has still been no sign of life with the phone. And, because I have scheduled to terminate my contract with Verizon and move to AT&T, they will not give me a new phone. AT&T supposedly has a phone in the mail to me... I waited with baited breath all day for the mail to arrive - it finally came and no new phone. Working from home without phone and without a spouse (Mike's in San Fran) is not easy!
As if all of this isn't complicated enough I had two more technical malfunctions today... I was vacuuming over lunch and somehow I blew a fuse. After finally locating the fuse box (or whatever that thing is called) I could not get it to open. I had pliers, a screwdriver, everything you could imagine trying to pry the darn thing open. Unlike the phone, I eventually got into it and restored my electricity. Yay and thank goodness!
Then to top it all off, I was headed to a much needed yoga class and my car wouldn't start. It makes a noise, but won't "catch." So now I am stranded without a car, without a phone, and without a spouse...
Since there is no one else I can talk to about it, I thought I would use my blog to whine.
Mike comes home from San Francisco tomorrow morning. I'm drinking wine and getting to bed asap in anticipation of his (rescue) return!
Husband Award
I don't mention the wonderful things my husband does for me and Addie enough... This will be a short post, but I wanted to thank him for a wonderful dinner Saturday night and for watching Addie while I was in Virginia Beach. This was the first time I have ever left him alone, "playing dad." I was a little worried, but he did an exception job; belly rubs, walks in the park, cuddles at night, and all. I love you baby.
A New Cliché: Two Right Feet
I met Rox, Cat, and Brae in Virginia Beach for the Rock and Roll Half Marathon this weekend. Rox always brings a funny moment or two to our girls’ weekends, but this one might take the cake…
Saturday night before the run, and moments before a long-awaited dinner, Rox says she thinks she may have forgotten her running shoes. (Keep in mind she has driven 7 hours from NYC to go RUNNING and she thinks she has forgotten her shoes). So the girls agree to give up their dinner reservation, go back to the hotel, and to look for Rox’s shoes.
She runs upstairs… Scours the room… No shoes.
It’s getting close to nine o’clock by this point, so everyone is on a frantic search to find a place that’s open and that sells running shoes. Brae and Cat locate a Dick’s Sporting Goods store. They go by. Rox purchases the exact same kind of shoes she left at home, and everything seems cool.
Fast forward to Sunday morning and moments before they are heading out for the race. Rox is dressed (hair done, mp3player in-hand) and goes to open her new pair of running shoes. As luck would have it, she notices something is not right – they have sold her two right footed shoes!
After a minor freak out and the consideration of trying to run in her two, new right footed shoes, Rox gives up and heads (in flip flops) with everyone to the race start line. On the way she sees a girl who looks about her size… She asks if the girl has an extra pair of 8.5 running shoes. No luck.
A few minutes later her boyfriend chimes in and says he has a pair that might work. So he runs back to his room, grabs his boy shoes and brings them down for poor Rox.
The pic above is of Roxy’s two right-footed shoes. Her legs are probably still sore, as she ran in the strange mans shoes that were at least a size too big. I’d say her metal is worth more than most!
Saturday night before the run, and moments before a long-awaited dinner, Rox says she thinks she may have forgotten her running shoes. (Keep in mind she has driven 7 hours from NYC to go RUNNING and she thinks she has forgotten her shoes). So the girls agree to give up their dinner reservation, go back to the hotel, and to look for Rox’s shoes.
She runs upstairs… Scours the room… No shoes.
It’s getting close to nine o’clock by this point, so everyone is on a frantic search to find a place that’s open and that sells running shoes. Brae and Cat locate a Dick’s Sporting Goods store. They go by. Rox purchases the exact same kind of shoes she left at home, and everything seems cool.
Fast forward to Sunday morning and moments before they are heading out for the race. Rox is dressed (hair done, mp3player in-hand) and goes to open her new pair of running shoes. As luck would have it, she notices something is not right – they have sold her two right footed shoes!
After a minor freak out and the consideration of trying to run in her two, new right footed shoes, Rox gives up and heads (in flip flops) with everyone to the race start line. On the way she sees a girl who looks about her size… She asks if the girl has an extra pair of 8.5 running shoes. No luck.
A few minutes later her boyfriend chimes in and says he has a pair that might work. So he runs back to his room, grabs his boy shoes and brings them down for poor Rox.
The pic above is of Roxy’s two right-footed shoes. Her legs are probably still sore, as she ran in the strange mans shoes that were at least a size too big. I’d say her metal is worth more than most!
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