Ok - so our lives have been busy and I have (I am openly admitting) been a slacker. In fact - Jonathan just informed me that he was going to blog an apology for me since I have not made any additions as promised.
The truth is that like anything - you get too far behind and then it becomes much easier to ignore! I admit - I really do enjoy the whole blog thing - in fact I love to read others' blogs and so I feel I have a "blogging" duty because it is not fair to "spy" on others and not share!
I do not have pictures for this post, but will promise (I know - I know - you will not believe me until you see a consistent stream of new blogs) to add some pics once I have returned home to AZ.
So a few questions from the peanut gallery are in need of answers...
Q1: Have we moved to AZ?
A: YES !!! We are not fully unpacked since we are on the road so much lately - but we are residing in our NEW (huge) house and loving it.
Q2: What is Jonathan doing?
A: He has been Mr. Domestic for the last 6 weeks since his work has slowed down and I have been VERY spoiled! Not sure what I am going to do when normal life resumes. The man is HANDY!
Q3: Has Jonathan gotten a job?
A: OH YESSS!!! After 9 interviews with different firms he landed the "perfect" job with the firm he really really really wanted. He starts Aug 7th - it will be a hard day for me - because we will no longer be working side by side listening to Dr. Laura and debating politics!
Q4: Will I really continue to Blog?
A: Yes!!! I am actually in San Jose this week - and as soon as I return I will post some pics of the current happenings. There is actually alot to tell...I am debating on working back to current or current to back...any votes?
Monday, July 28, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
SLACKER
I admit...I am a slacker! No new posts ... and no new info and all the friends have fled.
Well - I have no excuses except for a few...
12 hour days at work - days begin at 4am
just returned from a 2 week trip in Europe for work (no fun - all work...no play)
filling nail holes in the wall (jon has done this - can I count it?)
packing house for move to az
packing house for move to az
did I mention packing the house for move to az???
So we are packing the house - we decided to save ourselves some money and pack ourselves and hire the moving company to load and move us. I guess you can say that we have become LAZY...we are so spoiled because our last 4 moves have been full corporate moves and we did not have to lift a finger. OH well - this way we save 6K and Jon even got all our boxes for free on Craig's List... Wahoo!
I will post some pics shortly of my trip to EU, the house progress (almost done - only carpet is left) and more updates on the family.
ONE LAST THING...ALICIA IS HAVING A BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I still cannot believe that my sis is having a baby - her belly is so cute!
Keep posted for more!
Well - I have no excuses except for a few...
12 hour days at work - days begin at 4am
just returned from a 2 week trip in Europe for work (no fun - all work...no play)
filling nail holes in the wall (jon has done this - can I count it?)
packing house for move to az
packing house for move to az
did I mention packing the house for move to az???
So we are packing the house - we decided to save ourselves some money and pack ourselves and hire the moving company to load and move us. I guess you can say that we have become LAZY...we are so spoiled because our last 4 moves have been full corporate moves and we did not have to lift a finger. OH well - this way we save 6K and Jon even got all our boxes for free on Craig's List... Wahoo!
I will post some pics shortly of my trip to EU, the house progress (almost done - only carpet is left) and more updates on the family.
ONE LAST THING...ALICIA IS HAVING A BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I still cannot believe that my sis is having a baby - her belly is so cute!
Keep posted for more!
Monday, April 7, 2008
Dogs and Cats ...
I had to add this to our BLOG as we have both a dog and a cat and this cracks me up!
The Dog's Diary
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
The Cat's Diary
Day 983 of my captivity...
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. IDIOTS!!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously RETARDED. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now...
***Obviously this does not apply to our cat (to Jon's disappointment) -today our cat tried to escape - after just 1 hour (having snuck outside - he is an escape artist) we heard him clawing his way up the back screen door with his ears straight back - trying to find a way back to safety! What a wimpus!
The Dog's Diary
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
The Cat's Diary
Day 983 of my captivity...
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. IDIOTS!!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously RETARDED. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now...
***Obviously this does not apply to our cat (to Jon's disappointment) -today our cat tried to escape - after just 1 hour (having snuck outside - he is an escape artist) we heard him clawing his way up the back screen door with his ears straight back - trying to find a way back to safety! What a wimpus!
On the MOVE again...
Well, it's official - we have packed 13 boxes (only 200 to go) ...we are moving.
I asked Jon today - "What are we going to do when we don't have to move in 2 years?" I am not sure we will know what to do with ourselves in a "settled" state. I think we may just have to pack some boxes for fun!
We are outta here on May 27th! Exactly 1 year from our arrival to San Jose. The big bad moving truck will be here at 8am sharp!
This is such a BITTERSWEET move for us as we will get to be near all of our family (finally after 8 years) BUT we are leaving our California dream behind.
Just another adventure for the Elder's so hang onto your hats folks!
I asked Jon today - "What are we going to do when we don't have to move in 2 years?" I am not sure we will know what to do with ourselves in a "settled" state. I think we may just have to pack some boxes for fun!
We are outta here on May 27th! Exactly 1 year from our arrival to San Jose. The big bad moving truck will be here at 8am sharp!
This is such a BITTERSWEET move for us as we will get to be near all of our family (finally after 8 years) BUT we are leaving our California dream behind.
Just another adventure for the Elder's so hang onto your hats folks!
OUCH!!!! The WORST bruise ever!!!
So it is no secret that I am very clutsy and unfortunately it seems to be getting worse with age.
This is the evidence of my inability to lift up my feet.
Yesterday I was busy chatting away on the phone with my pal Carolyn and went out to the garage to get the crate that we have our Tupperware lids in. All of a sudden my brain forgot how to tell my feet to walk up the two concrete steps that lead into our kitchen and thud...bang...bam...I was suddenly flat on my face in the kitchen. The lids scattered everywhere and Carolyn thrown across the room. Jon came running in and when asked what had happened - all I could say is " I think I broke my breastbone...tell Carolyn I will have to call her back". My big right toe was temporarily paralyzed and numb, I had an instant bruise on my left underarm where I think the crate jammed into me, two bruised knees and a red line across my chest. IT HURT OH SO BAD! I tried to be bold and not cry-but the tears came instantly.
This morning I awoke at the usual crack of darkness (4:30am) and could barely move or get out of bed. My chest felt so tight that I could not even lift my arms above my chest without holding my breath. It was not until I got out of the shower that I found this goodie!
So - I think it looks like a big ripe plum and it is the size of a navel orange. I am still not clear on how it all happened or what the heck jammed into me - but man is it sore.
We saw the doctor today just to make sure all was well - no broken or fractured bones - just some bruising - well DUH! Thanks doc! :) (and by the way we did get a lot of ahhhs and ohhhhs)and one of our doctors stated "that is the WORST bruise ever"... so there!
This is the evidence of my inability to lift up my feet.
Yesterday I was busy chatting away on the phone with my pal Carolyn and went out to the garage to get the crate that we have our Tupperware lids in. All of a sudden my brain forgot how to tell my feet to walk up the two concrete steps that lead into our kitchen and thud...bang...bam...I was suddenly flat on my face in the kitchen. The lids scattered everywhere and Carolyn thrown across the room. Jon came running in and when asked what had happened - all I could say is " I think I broke my breastbone...tell Carolyn I will have to call her back". My big right toe was temporarily paralyzed and numb, I had an instant bruise on my left underarm where I think the crate jammed into me, two bruised knees and a red line across my chest. IT HURT OH SO BAD! I tried to be bold and not cry-but the tears came instantly.
This morning I awoke at the usual crack of darkness (4:30am) and could barely move or get out of bed. My chest felt so tight that I could not even lift my arms above my chest without holding my breath. It was not until I got out of the shower that I found this goodie!
So - I think it looks like a big ripe plum and it is the size of a navel orange. I am still not clear on how it all happened or what the heck jammed into me - but man is it sore.We saw the doctor today just to make sure all was well - no broken or fractured bones - just some bruising - well DUH! Thanks doc! :) (and by the way we did get a lot of ahhhs and ohhhhs)and one of our doctors stated "that is the WORST bruise ever"... so there!
Sunday, March 30, 2008
DO YOU BOCCE?
We had a fab date night on Friday night - I asked Jon out! I know you are all thinking "Whew what a gutsy lady-way to take a risk"!
This is ITALIAN for "Game Over"... or - you can translate!
If you are so inspired you can go to ibocce.com and find a local Bocce hang out. Learn a little Italian along the way! Ciao!
Anyway - we love BOCCE BALL...and there is this really cool indoor/outdoor Bocce Ball court place not far from our house. Secretly we fantasize about building one of our own once we move to AZ! Anyway - you can eat dinner or just order fun appetizers and drinks.
We opted for appetizers and had our own court for almost 2 hours. I was not happy as I started out the game kicking the pants off Jon (and just a note I am a sore winner as well as a sore loser)and then (if you have ever played Bocce you will understand) he just decided to get mean and was knocking my balls all around the court and then slammed the win two sets in a row.
I am calling a "rematch date" and it will not be friendly. Here are some pics from the court side:
Before Jon got nasty!
Before Jon got nasty!Me - SURPRISED at his unyielding behavior!
This is ITALIAN for "Game Over"... or - you can translate!If you are so inspired you can go to ibocce.com and find a local Bocce hang out. Learn a little Italian along the way! Ciao!The CUTEST Husband
Can I just tell you how much I LOVE MY HUSBAND? So, I came home from work on Valentine's Day and this is what I found - need I say more? 
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