Today it is snowing! We drove in to work in blizzard conditions. Oh goodie. What the heck happened to spring. This is SO wrong. So very very wrong. Sigh........................
Monday, March 31, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
I don't have a picture of the place but we grew up with a store called Treasures and Junk just down the street a ways. We would go there as a family and wander around. This lamp has been in my family since I was just a wee lass. My dad saw it in one of the little stalls and thought it was really ugly. And each time he passed it he thought it just got uglier. But at some point it went from ugly to sold. And it has been a treasure for my family for over 30 years. It is the single most valued, treasured, and sentimental item for our family.
Monday, March 24, 2008
The house that Newt built was turned on it's side yesterday. Ok, not literally but something new passed our threshold and let's just say that chaos is a mild description of our life right now.
Friday, March 21, 2008
So, I'm working from home today because we have snow. Blowing, gusting, falling snow. I tought I saw on the calendar that yesterday was the first day of spring. But someone forgot to mention that to Ol' Mother Nature.
So, needless to say my shoes are slippers and my company is dogs not co-workers.
If the weather gets better I'll be meeting Girl J later on today. But until then, I'll be working on some training materials and watching Dresden Files on DVD.
Before she flipped belly up they looked like a mirror image
Sophie being too cute
Awww mom, no more pictures.........
The snow is sticking to the screen
The front yard and houses across the street
Our backyard - snow is sticking to the power lines
Snow is sticking to the telephone pole out back in the alley
And snow is sticking to the neighbors fence - kinda pretty eh?
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
I am a wildlife photographer for the stars. Not the skinny mindless ones that grace the entertainment world but the real ones, the hot hydrogen gas ones. I was picked for the first long distance mission. I’m still not sure why or how it happened but suddenly I found myself working for NASA and heading out on the greatest endeavor man had ever set out to accomplish. The “One small step for man” kind of thing but on a much bigger scale.
Our journey began with a bang, lots of music and celebration. But not long after our send off we settled into the quiet vastness of space. Very vast and very empty space. I can’t even tell you how many books I read.
But after two and a half years of a great deal of darkness we arrived in the most promising galaxy for life. And life we did find. Large, amazing, unbelievable life.
And though we could see semblances of an earthen counterpart everything we witnessed was strange and wondrous.
I took over 500,000 photographs during those years. My journal would make Audubon and Darwin cry. I had to find a way to describe what the photos were and where they were from. Entries like: “Gross red mushy thing found in the great swamp like area of XB911” or “Icky crawly thing living in disgusting smelling pit” And then there was the oh so girly “Cute fuzzy creature with big eyes that just calls out to be hugged and loved and taken home” My editor is still not sure what the hell to do with the journal. He would have published it as is but was afraid that NG would loose it’s credibility.
Sometimes I had to pinch myself to make sure this job, this adventure, was real. But other times I would have given anything to be back home photographing tigers at play in the wild. Under all the excitement, the newness, the discovery and wonder, was a great deal more empty time and space. It can be so lonely out there. So very very lonely.
I was amazed at what I missed, coffee, M&M’s, pizza. Oh god what I wouldn’t give for a vente mocha. Ice cream, burgers, fries. Not to mention shoe stores, movie theaters, the smell of popcorn. Crickets, I miss the sound of crickets at night.
It’s been 32 years now. We are just over 18 months from earth. The return is bittersweet for us all. So much will have changed. And the greatest part of our life will be over. And all of us will be coming home to fewer family and friends. So many are gone. So many we never got to say goodbye to. All we will have are our stories, and our memories. And even those aren’t as reliable as they used to be. We joke that space has made our minds soft. How far from the truth are we?
When I get back the first thing I will do is go to the beach. Feel the sand between my toes. The sun on my face. The wind in my hair. And I will sit there until the sun sets, until the crickets come out. And I will breathe deeply the life on earth. And I will remember. And I will be thankful for all that I have been given. For all that I have seen. And then I will get up, brush myself off, and wonder what is next.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
So, the shoes are Foreign. I bought them when I was in Germany. It is a brand not available in the US and more importantly they are Italian made. So they are truly foreign. Bought in a foreign country and made in a foreign country.
Now, I would guess 99% of my shoes are foreign made but so is way too much of everything we buy. These shoes though are my one true pair of completely and totally foreign.
And you get a cute gratuitous picture of a Domestic mutt. Ha ha, got them both in in one picture.
And here are a few more. You know perfectly well I can't stick to just one or two. Actually, you would be amazed, I only have three WWC's this week.
And last but not least some gratuitous shots of last nights snow storm. Well, actually the end result of the storm. Not really a storm. But I have to shovel it all none the less. As with every time the Hubster goes on a trip we get a lot of snow.
Monday, March 17, 2008
The weekend was a quiet and relatively uneventful one. Went out with Girl J on Sunday. Helped us both get our minds off the sad stuff in life. Ok, so, my hubster being out of town isn't quite close to what she is dealing with, ok, not even in the same ballpark, but we are good therapy for each other.
The nice thing is that her son was given 2 weeks leave by the Army to come home and get his dad's funeral and estate taken care of. And I think she said the Red Cross helped to get him home.
One of the less pleasant parts of the weekend was the start of the annual spring poop scoop. Yuck! Every year I swear to myself I will go out with the dogs and pick up as it falls. But then as winter rolls around and it's 20 below I loose that urge to stay on top of things.
Oh well. Life goes on. And it only takes me a couple of weekends to get it all cleaned up. I can only get so much as not all the snow has melted and some of the ground is still too frozen.
And this is Socs and Sophie having a snuggle:
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Hubster left for Germany last night.
I've been cleaning up the house. We are having company in a little over the week and it would be nice if we had a few clean surfaces.
Found a copy of our wedding vows. Got all mushy reading it.
Then this came on the Ipod. And I got even more mushy and sentimental. This song is what I gauge all love songs against. For me, it's perfect. And I love it. Always have. It struck a chord in me and has never let go. To me, it symbolizes everything about love. And the feelings we have. I would dance forever with the hubster to this song.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Ahhh, home sweet home.
The best part about coming home: Hubster, happy pups, and our bed. I love our bed. I hadn't slept well all week. But last night, I was dead to the world.
The other cool part about homecoming: 40 degrees or so. I actually sat outside at the airport while I waited for Hubster. It was glorious. A little on the cold side, but glorious none the less. I sat on the rock bump (should have taken a picture) and read till he came.
The only complaint was having to smell this while I waited. Gross!
My last meal in California:
I did get way way too close to loosing that tasty burger on the plane ride. (TMI!) It was a rough ride as soon as we began our descent and till after we landed. I was green and not happy. The only thing that kept me from grabbing ye ol' blue bag in the seat pocket in front of me was the two cuties I was sitting next to. No way was I going to loose it next to Abercrombe and Hollister. HELL NO!
I do have my old lady pride ya know.
Last thing I need to have go out on the pool boy rumor mill is that I get airsick.
It will make it that much more expensive to find one when I am good and ready to have one.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
This is for Nettie. Who didn't expect it to hurt so much when he died.
I'm so very sorry honey. It's ok to hurt. It's ok to grieve. 20 years and 2 children later........
I hope the days get better and brighter. He is at peace now. Something he couldn't find in this life.
You don't get over it
you just get through it...
you don't get by it
because you can't get around it
it doesn't get better
it just gets different
grief puts on a new face.
Thank you Christy for posting this.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
First off, important business: I created a link list for WWC folks. If I missed you please let me know in the comments. I tried to find as many WWC'ers as possible.
My room is directly over the hotel pool. I’m on the 7th floor. I have the strongest urge to make a high jump right into it.
It looks so cool and inviting
Tonight I will go exploring
I have visions of Claim Jumpers dancing in my head
Some times I have to remind myself to put on my big girl panties and deal with it.
I really hate when people start throwing hissy fits over nothing
But suddenly the whole company has to drop everything they are doing to pacify someone’s unwarranted paranoia and fear
Yeah, I know, that’s life. But still, it irritates me.
I have a lunch date with two of the people from our Calif. Facility
One of them has the same last name as me
So everyone has decided we are brother and sister
He actually looks more like my family than my real brother
So we joked that they were switched at birth
My poor real brother doesn’t know that I have traded him in though
And actually I love my brother too much to do that
I’m wearing a top today that shows a little too much cleavage
And as Nettie and I saw at the mall one night there is such a thing as too much cleavage
The two ladies walking behind us agreed.
We all had to whip our heads around to see if we saw what we thought we saw.
I have been having trouble staying focused lately
Thus random Wednesday
Last night I was channel flipping
I didn’t even stop long enough to see what was on
I did watch the pay per view previews
I could rent Sweeny Todd
I’m half tempted
Either that or Golden Compass
I’m addicted to Post-it notes
I have stacks of them all over my house and office
Yet I hardly use them
I also am on a constant search for the perfect pen
When I think I have found one, I quickly grow tired of it
And start my quest again
Does that mean I have an office supply deficit disorder?
Is there a pill for that?
I miss my pups
So I was petting the picture of Lily on my computer screen this morning
I stopped after I looked at the screen and said “Mommy misses you yes she does”
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Ok, I love my family, I love my job, but if I have to stay in California much longer I might just kill someone. God bless all of you who live here. I don't know how you do it. I don't know how I did it for over 20 years. I don't know how you all don't go postal around here.
So, speaking of living in Calfornia for too many years, how many of you out there know what an E ticket ride is?
Hats off to Marmalades. Excellent place to eat on Ventura Blvd. Loved it.
And hats off to DSW for having some snazzy shoes on 80% clearance. Maybe you'll see them in tomorrows post..................
Monday, March 10, 2008
Well, it was a fantastic weekend of family. Nothing exciting, just good quality family time. And that is more important than anything in this world.
My boss and I went window shopping on Rodeo Drive last night. We fell in love with a pair of sandals that were a mere $795.00. We considered splitting the cost and sharing custody since we wear the same size shoe.
The people watching was FANTASTIC!
The oddest part of the night was that we kept seeing a group of people walking around and one of the men in the group was carrying a big fuzzy blond clown wig. No idea why, they looked so ordinary tourist.
Then this morning my boss told me that some guy in a blond wig robbed a jewelry store and then was shot by police. This was in a different part of Los Angeles.
Total coincidence but how odd is that?
Speaking of odd - I hope I never get so desparate for a job that I have to do this:
And now for some family pics
My Aunt and Uncle with my parents pups - River and Othello
Me, my dad and my mom