Sing a little song, do a little dance, it's Michael's Birthday! When asked what he wanted for his special day, "a new house and a job!", is how he responded. The birthday fairies smiled down upon him and he received his formal offer letter on Monday for a permanent position (he was a contractor) as Senior Research Software Developer. And we are still on track to close the house on Friday! Happy Birthday! (By the way, that is him doing a little dance in Little Rock, Arkansas during the Great Drive. He seems excited to get out of the car.)
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Happy Birthday Husband!
Sing a little song, do a little dance, it's Michael's Birthday! When asked what he wanted for his special day, "a new house and a job!", is how he responded. The birthday fairies smiled down upon him and he received his formal offer letter on Monday for a permanent position (he was a contractor) as Senior Research Software Developer. And we are still on track to close the house on Friday! Happy Birthday! (By the way, that is him doing a little dance in Little Rock, Arkansas during the Great Drive. He seems excited to get out of the car.)
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Everyone loves Puppy Ears!
Apparently EVERYONE (more precisely anyone that reads this) loves puppy ears! I wish I had more of these, but admittedly it was a challenge to both drive in a straight line and take photos into my rearview mirror. Of course that didn't completely stop me and I snapped this one on Day Three of the Great Drive as we were speeding through Oklahoma. When Iona needed to take a break she would rest her head on my left shoulder and fill my ear with puppy breath. If I couldn't find a wayside quickly enough for her (because she IS VERY PICKY and wouldn't pee in dirt, or dust, or during wind or rain or anything that didn't resemble a sunny day and a pretty piece of freshly mowed grass), her urgency would escalate to tapping me rapidly on the shoulder with her furry stub.I have to wish my Grandma a very Happy Birthday! She turned 90 yesterday and she is the epitome of growing older fabulously. I can only hope that I am like her and as funny, as articulate, as with it, and still living in my own house and on my own terms when I am 90. A few months ago I didn't think I would be able to accomplish that at 40, but I now feel I am back on track and keeping the sanity. My Grandma is a great role model and I am both proud and extremely grateful to have her genes coursing through me. Happy Birthday!
Monday, July 14, 2008
It's Ok, blame the dog
I am tired today. Really, really tired. I woke up before 2am this morning because Michael was talking to the dog. He says it was because she was chewing on her foot. I say it is because he couldn't sleep, I was, and he needed someone to talk to...or wake up. The interesting part is that Michael never suffers from insomnia. That is solely my domain and I am a bit disappointed that he is attempting to take my irrational worry symptoms and make them his own. Mine, mine, mine.
In all seriousness, I have been sleeping so much better since we moved here. I am certain a major part of that is a consistent schedule in one time zone, no graveyard shifts and a Blackberry that is significantly quieter than it has ever been before. I used to wake up just to check it in the middle of the night. Now I sometimes forget where it is, let alone remember to look at it.
When I would be in the Philippines I would average about 3-4 hours of sleep at a time. Often I would get seven in a 24 hour period, but rarely all in the same run. I remember so many days lying awake in my condo stressing about not sleeping, which of course would keep me awake longer. Ah the vicious circle. And don't even get me started on what it feels like to stay awake for 28 hours or longer. I am not a fabulous person.
Michael used to send me all these articles and emails detailing the negative effects of sleep deprivation. I already was experiencing the delirium, under eye circles and irritability, and now got to worry about heart attacks and early death. Thanks love, that won't stress me out more.
So here we lay at 2am. He claims he was worried about the house closing and about the land survey in particular (our neighbors recently planted shrubs on what appears to be our property). Personally I think he is jumbled up with excitement about the potential battle with the neighbors. In his head he was probably dressed as a Barbarian and charging up the hill to our boundary line and sheering off the fledgling plants with a single swipe of his axe. All while the neighbors are screaming in agony as he wipes his blade clean and turns towards them. Of course he is only wearing a loincloth. If that doesn't keep you up at night, I don't know what will.
In all seriousness, I have been sleeping so much better since we moved here. I am certain a major part of that is a consistent schedule in one time zone, no graveyard shifts and a Blackberry that is significantly quieter than it has ever been before. I used to wake up just to check it in the middle of the night. Now I sometimes forget where it is, let alone remember to look at it.
When I would be in the Philippines I would average about 3-4 hours of sleep at a time. Often I would get seven in a 24 hour period, but rarely all in the same run. I remember so many days lying awake in my condo stressing about not sleeping, which of course would keep me awake longer. Ah the vicious circle. And don't even get me started on what it feels like to stay awake for 28 hours or longer. I am not a fabulous person.
Michael used to send me all these articles and emails detailing the negative effects of sleep deprivation. I already was experiencing the delirium, under eye circles and irritability, and now got to worry about heart attacks and early death. Thanks love, that won't stress me out more.
So here we lay at 2am. He claims he was worried about the house closing and about the land survey in particular (our neighbors recently planted shrubs on what appears to be our property). Personally I think he is jumbled up with excitement about the potential battle with the neighbors. In his head he was probably dressed as a Barbarian and charging up the hill to our boundary line and sheering off the fledgling plants with a single swipe of his axe. All while the neighbors are screaming in agony as he wipes his blade clean and turns towards them. Of course he is only wearing a loincloth. If that doesn't keep you up at night, I don't know what will.
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