The work begins!
Today we (I), move the few belongings we have here in the crappy corporate apartment to Mom’s house for a week.
Tomorrow we drive to Indy to meet the packers/movers who won’t actually be there until Tuesday.
Yep…we screwed up!
We’ve known for 92 days (I checked them off the calendar daily!) that we could get back into the house Memorial Day weekend.
You’d think we would have remembered to schedule the movers!
So that gives us a couple of free days to catch up with the few friends we made in India-No-Place.
Sunday we’ve got tickies to the big race…vroom, vroom.
Monday…a cookout at Ned and Josie’s.
Tuesday they pack up the house.
And Wednesday we hit I-70 West for the final time! (God willing)
This time next week, our 2 year journey will be over.
We’ll be home!
I’ve got a hot date with the Cable Guy June 3rd.
Until then I’ll be offline no doubt accumulating some good blogging material.
Week’s like we’ve got coming up don’t usually go smoothly!
I hope yours does…
See you in a week!
Friday, May 26, 2006
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Life As We Know It…
We are only into the 5th game of Nick’s baseball season and we’ve already lost an integral part of his uniform.
His shirt!!!
How does this happen?
Socks I can understand.
I actually anticipated losing a sock so I bought 2 pair.
But his shirt???
Holy crap!
I’ve got until 5:30 this afternoon to come up with a new one.
Did I mention it’s “moving day” today?
We need to be out of the crappy corporate apartment by tomorrow.
But I’ll be busy trying to find a baseball shirt. (Maybe I packed it?)
And oh yeah…today is our anniversary…15 years!
Mike said to me late last night in a panic…
“Don’t give me my card in the morning Chrissy; let’s wait till I get home.”
Translation: He doesn’t have one yet!
I was happy for the head’s up though.
Hopefully I can pick one up for him between stops at one of the 17 sporting goods stores I’ll be at today looking for a new baseball shirt!
Yep…15 years ago today, Mike and I made all sorts of promises to each other.
Exotic anniversary trips, expensive jewels, perfect children.
Instead we will be spending the evening taking separate cars to the ballgame so we can each take a shift.
Dinner will be every man for himself.
And the only Jewels involved will be the ones Nick tucks in to his brand new jock strap!
So Mikey…
If you had it all to do all over again…
Forget it.
Don’t answer that.
Happy anniversary baby!
His shirt!!!
How does this happen?
Socks I can understand.
I actually anticipated losing a sock so I bought 2 pair.
But his shirt???
Holy crap!
I’ve got until 5:30 this afternoon to come up with a new one.
Did I mention it’s “moving day” today?
We need to be out of the crappy corporate apartment by tomorrow.
But I’ll be busy trying to find a baseball shirt. (Maybe I packed it?)
And oh yeah…today is our anniversary…15 years!
Mike said to me late last night in a panic…
“Don’t give me my card in the morning Chrissy; let’s wait till I get home.”
Translation: He doesn’t have one yet!
I was happy for the head’s up though.
Hopefully I can pick one up for him between stops at one of the 17 sporting goods stores I’ll be at today looking for a new baseball shirt!
Yep…15 years ago today, Mike and I made all sorts of promises to each other.
Exotic anniversary trips, expensive jewels, perfect children.
Instead we will be spending the evening taking separate cars to the ballgame so we can each take a shift.
Dinner will be every man for himself.
And the only Jewels involved will be the ones Nick tucks in to his brand new jock strap!
So Mikey…
If you had it all to do all over again…
Forget it.
Don’t answer that.
Happy anniversary baby!
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Gone Hollywood
I needed a new pair of shades.
To me…this is a major purchase.
I don’t wear cheap sunglasses.
Now I’m no fashionista but…
Even I pay enough attention to know that “Jackie O is Back!”
Finally!
I LOVE big sunglasses.
My small face with its ample nose loves big sunglasses.
I’m in sunglass heaven!
I had it narrowed down to two pair.
The woman at the counter was very matronly looking,
I didn’t think I’d be looking to her for the tie breaking vote.
More out of courtesy, I asked which pair she preferred, pointing out that one may be a bit too “jazzy” for me.
She said, “Honey. I’m battling lung cancer for the second time. I’m in the middle of chemotherapy treatments so if you ask me…choose Jazzy…always go for the Jazz. Life’s too short not to.”
Sold.
Jackie O would be proud!
To me…this is a major purchase.
I don’t wear cheap sunglasses.
Now I’m no fashionista but…
Even I pay enough attention to know that “Jackie O is Back!”
Finally!
I LOVE big sunglasses.
My small face with its ample nose loves big sunglasses.
I’m in sunglass heaven!
I had it narrowed down to two pair.
The woman at the counter was very matronly looking,
I didn’t think I’d be looking to her for the tie breaking vote.
More out of courtesy, I asked which pair she preferred, pointing out that one may be a bit too “jazzy” for me.
She said, “Honey. I’m battling lung cancer for the second time. I’m in the middle of chemotherapy treatments so if you ask me…choose Jazzy…always go for the Jazz. Life’s too short not to.”
Sold.
Jackie O would be proud!
Monday, May 22, 2006
Cantik
“Cantik” is an Indonesian word which means “Beautiful One”.
Dini is my Indonesian friend and she is beautiful.
She is also very sick.
She too has cancer.
There’s a lot of that going around it seems.
Dini is beautiful in many ways.
She is picture perfect on the outside…
But it’s her heart that truly captivates you.
It must be huge inside her tiny little being.
She has endless love for Ryan and Nathan…her little boys whom she adores.
Brent too…her behemoth of a husband, the love of her life, her rock.
We all love Dini,
And her pain is killing us.
We want so badly to help and we don’t know what to do.
So we pray for her, and now I’m asking you to pray too.
If you have ever met Dini, even once…
You too would think… “Cantik”…
In every sense of the word.
Dini is my Indonesian friend and she is beautiful.
She is also very sick.
She too has cancer.
There’s a lot of that going around it seems.
Dini is beautiful in many ways.
She is picture perfect on the outside…
But it’s her heart that truly captivates you.
It must be huge inside her tiny little being.
She has endless love for Ryan and Nathan…her little boys whom she adores.
Brent too…her behemoth of a husband, the love of her life, her rock.
We all love Dini,
And her pain is killing us.
We want so badly to help and we don’t know what to do.
So we pray for her, and now I’m asking you to pray too.
If you have ever met Dini, even once…
You too would think… “Cantik”…
In every sense of the word.
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Sunny Spells and Scattered Showers
That’s the weather forecast every day in Ireland.
It never changes.
Fortunately for TC and me, they’re not always right.
We had clear blue skies more days than not.
The local Irishmen were raving about our good fortune.
The countryside was gorgeous in its emerald green,
The castles plentiful,
And if you were really quiet, you could almost hear the old stone walls tell their stories.
It was truly magnificent.
Toby’s cottage in Clare is a magical place.
It was definitely my favorite place to be.
From my upstairs bedroom I could see the Ocean and the Cliffs of Mohr.
One morning TC woke up to a cow looking in her bedroom window; he was “Mooing” her from sleep.
Toby stayed in the new Guest House she had built, it too has a fantastic view of the Irish countryside.
The three of us told old stories from our youth.
Rarely did we remember them the same way.
We shared lots of laughs and reserved our tears for the end.
For me…the hardest thing was to watch TC and Toby say goodbye.
Time stood still for a moment,
There were no words.
On the flight home,
Tc had the window seat.
She wanted to see the ocean one last time.
Little does she know…
I’m bringing her back next year.
Hang tough Teece, fight!
It never changes.
Fortunately for TC and me, they’re not always right.
We had clear blue skies more days than not.
The local Irishmen were raving about our good fortune.
The countryside was gorgeous in its emerald green,
The castles plentiful,
And if you were really quiet, you could almost hear the old stone walls tell their stories.
It was truly magnificent.
Toby’s cottage in Clare is a magical place.
It was definitely my favorite place to be.
From my upstairs bedroom I could see the Ocean and the Cliffs of Mohr.
One morning TC woke up to a cow looking in her bedroom window; he was “Mooing” her from sleep.
Toby stayed in the new Guest House she had built, it too has a fantastic view of the Irish countryside.
The three of us told old stories from our youth.
Rarely did we remember them the same way.
We shared lots of laughs and reserved our tears for the end.
For me…the hardest thing was to watch TC and Toby say goodbye.
Time stood still for a moment,
There were no words.
On the flight home,
Tc had the window seat.
She wanted to see the ocean one last time.
Little does she know…
I’m bringing her back next year.
Hang tough Teece, fight!
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