Way to go Plip! I am bursting with pride!!! Love you all and good luck!
Well, this is how it all started: I was hanging around at work waiting for one group of people to finish their part of a process before I could start mine (which had to be done that day). Well, come six o’clock, I was informed it would only be about thirty more minutes. So I suggest that I’ll just head home, log-in from there and then run the process once they are ready.
When I get home my super-chef husband has a delicious soup on the stove. He checks with me if I want to eat first, or work first. I said that this work stuff should be ready to go soon, so I’ll do it, and then we’ll eat dinner together. Sounds nice enough, right? I mean the soup did still need like twenty more minutes or so.
Next thing ya know it’s eight o’clock and they are finally done! So glad that I didn’t wait it out at work! I start doing my little process and low and behold I get an error message-WHAT!?! (Side note: For those of you who have no idea what I do all day long, I work with an accounting consolidations software. A lot of what I do has to be done when no one else is in the software application.) Well SOMEONE was in the system. So I send a friendly reminder to the three (poor saps) super dedicated employees who are still at the office gently reminder them that they need to be out, and that I am getting an error message which is holding up the process. To which I get a snappy reply, CC-ing everyone, from my favorite (please note the intense sarcasm) co-worker stating that they know I am trying to do XYZ so of course they aren’t going to be in the system. Well guess what-I know how to check the user who was holding up the process for a FULL 90 MINUTES and it was Mr. mouthy-email dude. So I was forced to reply (all) to his little email simply informing him that he was still in the system. His idiocy was implied, no need to point it out. Low and behold as soon as he got his little ethnic butt out of the system I was able to get my work done. Too bad I didn’t finish until 10:30.
Stas was a trooper through the whole thing and patiently waited until I was done working. We then together ate his most delicious soup-creation for dinner. At 10:30pm.
Oh and the internet was slow. Like, insanely slow. My dear husband after overhearing my frustrations on the slow internet interceded with “oh honey dearest were you doing stuff online? Because I am downloading something which could be slowing you down.” Let’s just say that now we have a strict “no downloading while Julie is working from home” policy.
Despite it all, I still love my husband. And still love (or am at least incredibly grateful for) my job.
Saturday morning I also did about 3.5-4 hours of work. Hoorah!
The rest of the weekend was spent
-Walking Buster
-Preparing my YW lesson
-Reading my new book
-Watching the season three finale of Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman Dr. Mike & Sully's wedding!!
-Finally watching August Rush, which did anyone else find Robin William’s character, Wizard, really creepy and terrifying?
For those of you who haven't had the privilege of traveling to the Motherland, I can vouch for both Moscow and St. Petersburg as having overwhelmingly beautiful metros. And I am an expert of metros (okay not really). But I have ridden on the following systems: Madrid, Barcelona, London, Moscow, St. Petersburg, and NYC (in that order)!
What I love about the stations is that each one has a theme and is decorated accordingly. If the stationed in named for a famous writer there will be sculptures of the writer, his prose will be in mosaic on the walls, floors, or ceilings. There might even be paintings depicting scenes from his stories. Another theme is sport; these stations are near stadiums and are a tribute to athleticism and ancient Greece. Regardless of the theme, I've got to agree that "praising the common man" really suits me when I'm cruising around town enjoying the luxury metro stations! They also use escalators (that are insanely steep) so it helps when your are a little worn out at the end of the day or if you want to chat it up with your traveling companion.
Thank you Wikipedia for the following photos of Moscow's stations:
After several months of discouraging pet searching we came across Buster and his four brothers at a breeder in Lancaster County. They were advertised online and we quickly called to make sure that they were still available. Here is his photo from the ad:
Tonight we went to visit and see if they look as good in person as they do online. They did! It was hard deciding between his brothers, but we went with Buster (originally they had named him Mason, but we wanted a more dog-ish type name; and I love Buster Bluthe). The family he lived with was so nice and helpful; I'm really grateful to them.
I live in my own little world but it’s OK,
Everyone knows me here
“No WHINING!” for the boss-man, of course
“Princess” for our resident self-declared princess
"Lottery, a tax for people bad at math"
“BEER: the reason I get up every afternoon”
and
“I’m out of sick days so I’m calling in DEAD”
The last two are my personal faves, as they are very fitting of their recipients.
If you can't read, it says:Go ahead, dream as big as you want, this is Texas.
There is a link on the bottom that I can't read, but after using my friend Google I think that is for the PA Breastfeeding Coalition. Apparently August 2008 was even proclaimed Breastfeeding Month. Nice. I guess that it's good to know that there is so much support out there if/when I need it!
Here’s the scoop. I got a voicemail Saturday morning from a ward member telling me that she is throwing a candle party the following Thursday, and wanted to invite me. She said she had an invitation to give me, but hadn’t seen me in church the previous Sunday to give it to me personally. Also, because she’s in Primary, she never ‘sees’ anyone. Note: This is The Assumer from this post. We aren't super chummy.
Well, Stas wasn't too thrilled with that, because I had sort of {cough, cough}, given away {cough, cough} a blender that we had gotten for a wedding shower gift. No-I didn't re-gift it!! We hadn't used it in the first ten months of our marriage, so in an effort to get rid of all the things we hadn't used before we moved across the country, I had sort of given it to Stas's best friend Eric. Okay, so I am totally guilty.
Note the beautiful impatients. We started these babies from three tiny seeds. They are gorgeous!!
When we were all together for Bean's wedding we even took turns passing them around the table and taking everyone's photo wearing the stylish eyewear. This time Plip couldn't pull the "I'm embarrassed to be seen with someone wearing those sunglasses, so please find a different pair to wear or I refuse to get out of the car" card on me, like she did when she came to visit this summer!
As a shout out to my Icelandic heritage, I would like to wish you all a very merry Lief Erikson Day!!Leif Erikson Day is an American observance occurring on October 9. It honors Leif Ericson, who brought the first Europeans known to have set foot on North American soil. In 1964, Congress authorized and requested the President to create the observance through an annual proclamation. Lyndon B. Johnson and each President since have done so. Presidents have used the proclamation to praise the contributions of Americans of Nordic descent generally and the spirit of discovery.
In addition to the federal observance, some states officially commemorate Leif Erikson Day, particularly in the Upper Midwest, where large numbers of people from the Nordic countries settled. In 1930, Wisconsin became the first state to officially adopt this holiday, thanks to efforts by the Norwegian-American initiator, Rasmus B. Anderson. A year later Minnesota followed suit. In 1963, the U.S. Representative from Duluth, John Blatnik, introduced a bill to observe it nationwide. The following year Congress adopted this unanimously.
October 9 is not associated with any particular event in Leif Erikson's life. The date was chosen because the ship Restauration coming from Stavanger, Norway, arrived in New York Harbor on October 9, 1825 at the start of the first organized immigration from Norway to the United States.
Click here, for more information on Lief.
Jami did some beautiful engagement photos for the couple. Bean looks like such a stud, check him out! Ruth ain't so bad either!
I just love this one of Bean. He doesn't look so tough now that he's in love!!
Bean was able to do some fancy footwork and arrange work so that he'd need to be out in Lancaster County, PA, which is just an hour away from us. (LOVE those Amish!)
The surgery went fine, but because the tooth was so close to the nerve that runs along the jaw bone, they gave Stas extra sedatives so he wouldn't move during the procedure. I was glad that they were taking precautions, not wanting permanent numbness for the lower half of my husband's face, but also a little concerned because no one filled me in. Thirty minutes after they told me he would be ready, I still hadn't heard my name called. (I was waiting patiently like a good wife, cough-cough, reading Breaking Dawn). Turns out that it just took longer for him to wake up because of all the extra drugs. Go figure. I got him safely home, and while getting things ready for him, found him taking this photo of himself:
