Herman once read about a couple who measured their marriage not in years, but in the things they had done or gone through. So...how long have Herman and I been married?
5 moves (including 9 months living with his family and 2 cross country moves), 2 career changes, 1 going back to school, 1 cat, 2 couches, 2 family vacations, 1 new car, 8 trips to China, 5 trips to Thailand (I think...I might have lost count), 2 parents with serious health problems, almost losing 1 grandmother, finding out I have not 1 but 2 fertility problems, 4 miscarriages, 3 counselors, 3 hurricanes, 1 house purchase, 20 extra (and unwanted) pounds, tons of Chinese food, tons of used books, and 2 blue dressers.
To Herman, my eternally optimistic husband, who in the midst of a turbulent and insane 5 years, has kept me grounded, believed in my dreams, and always made me laugh.
I love you. Happy Anniversary.
Because It's Our (SJ) Thing.
We hit the drive in last night. Tuesday, because it's only $4 a person for 2 movies. We ate the same thing we always eat (Muslim Chinese noodles) and drank the same thing we always drink when we go to the drive in.
Good times people. Good times.
Good times people. Good times.
In Which We Make It To The Other Coast.
We made it to California, safe and all in one piece. No hijackers. No spawn of Satan appearing on the plane. Not even a little electromagnetic anomaly to shake the plane out of the sky and make it land on an island in the middle of nowhere*. And for all of this, we're happy.
The sedative worked beautifully on Dexter, which is a good thing because of the whole having to take him out of his bag at the security checkpoint thing. I on the other hand, was not doing so well with the thought of holding the 15 pound skittish animal in a public place. But it was nothing a little Rescue Remedy couldn't handle. Calmed my heartbeat right down. Suspect people, suspect.
The flight itself was fairly uneventful. Except for Mr and Mrs Harvard Business School who insisted on making out 12 inches from my face. Her seat was reclined (right in front of me) and he thought it best to share the seat with her...er, on her? If you're thinking that would be really uncomfortable to sit behind, well...you'd be completely right.
Here's a picture of me and Dexter, tired from being awake since 12 am west coast time (Herman didn't go to bed at all that night). Me, suffering from being horribly allergic to California. Dexter being completely resigned to having to spend the rest of his days in a bag.
*Which in and of itself would be very strange considering we were flying over land the whole time. Although I can imagine being stranded in the middle of Kansas would be pretty horrible. No offense Kansas. The middle states just frighten me a little.
The sedative worked beautifully on Dexter, which is a good thing because of the whole having to take him out of his bag at the security checkpoint thing. I on the other hand, was not doing so well with the thought of holding the 15 pound skittish animal in a public place. But it was nothing a little Rescue Remedy couldn't handle. Calmed my heartbeat right down. Suspect people, suspect.
The flight itself was fairly uneventful. Except for Mr and Mrs Harvard Business School who insisted on making out 12 inches from my face. Her seat was reclined (right in front of me) and he thought it best to share the seat with her...er, on her? If you're thinking that would be really uncomfortable to sit behind, well...you'd be completely right.
Here's a picture of me and Dexter, tired from being awake since 12 am west coast time (Herman didn't go to bed at all that night). Me, suffering from being horribly allergic to California. Dexter being completely resigned to having to spend the rest of his days in a bag.
*Which in and of itself would be very strange considering we were flying over land the whole time. Although I can imagine being stranded in the middle of Kansas would be pretty horrible. No offense Kansas. The middle states just frighten me a little.
The Family That Flies Together Dies Together
If I were the type of person who gets easily freaked out, I'd be totally freaked out that we're catching a 6.00 a.m. United flight from Boston to San Francisco tomorrow morning. I'd also totally be freaked out that we're flying on 6.6.06.
It's a good thing I'm not that kind of person.
Dexter, fortunately, will be the only one blissfully ignorant of all of this, seeing as he'll be sedated and very relaxed from the Rescue Remedy (basically spray on Marijuana). Don't worry. It's completely natural and safe for animals and children. And yes, I do find it a little suspect. I have friends who swear by the stuff though. And you know me - I'm a follower.
By the way, if anything happens, just let me say "I told you so" in advance.
It's a good thing I'm not that kind of person.
Dexter, fortunately, will be the only one blissfully ignorant of all of this, seeing as he'll be sedated and very relaxed from the Rescue Remedy (basically spray on Marijuana). Don't worry. It's completely natural and safe for animals and children. And yes, I do find it a little suspect. I have friends who swear by the stuff though. And you know me - I'm a follower.
By the way, if anything happens, just let me say "I told you so" in advance.
And All That.
After getting done with classes (and being very burnt out), having the traveling husband finally home after 3 weeks, having our good friends in town, and getting ready to leave for California, it's no wonder this whole bloggy thing has suffered. I don't even really feel bad about it. At all.
Herman finally got his first photo gig this past week, which meant getting some new photo equipment. He was ecstatic about having other people to practice on (I get quite crabby having my photo taken):
Herman finally got his first photo gig this past week, which meant getting some new photo equipment. He was ecstatic about having other people to practice on (I get quite crabby having my photo taken):
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