Go get your ribbon box
Paul posted, and I figure, if he can post, so can I. So, here goes. The house: check my facebook for the fabulous video. The house is mostly good, we have a lot to do, to the point that if we think about it in all it's granduer we become overwhelmed and I usually have to take a xanax.
Work is crazy busy, but I thrive in business and I find myself becoming more ambitious with my career goals, more so than I ever thought I'd have the opportunity to be. But I know I can't do what I do now for the rest of my life, its far too physically demanding. (Says the girl with the splint on her wrist and the big, infected gash in her leg) haha. Melody works with me now which so far has been an enormous blessing despite her being overwhelmed at Heartland Madhouse.
In the beginning of August we went on vacation to visit the Minnesotian members of my mom's family, a good time all around was had and Paul and I returned with a new baby: Tango. Paul posted a picture and I have about a thousand now, but here's one more for good measure.
He likes to sleep in the den under the chairs. It's cute. But we think everything he does is cute. He's a good guard dog- Ben came over Monday, he tried to eat him, Don came over Tues, same thing. So I feel safe with the furball. He's also very loving and happy and wiggles nearly every moment he's awake. Nearly housebroken at 13 weeks, we're having lots of fun with this addition to our family.
Paul got a new job, one of many reasons why I am so very proud of him. He's a parapro in the East Detroit Schools District, our old stomping ground and where we first met and fell madly in like with each other, remaining so for many years, tetering on the edge of something more than like occasionally when we actually spent time together....until that fateful Tuesday night last summer.
Speaking of which, now that July is over, Paul's 24, so am I, and we've been together one year. Time flies.
Anyway life has relaxed substancially since before the move, I've emerged from the whole mortgate/house/move experience with a few more coping skills and an anxiety disorder. Not too much worse for the wear. I'm happy and beginning to relax into my routine with my job- which I'm still excited to go to every morning, my new puppy and my Paul. In short, life is good.
Unless the hot water heater pilot goes out again. So, let me paint for you a picture: Saturday night I decide to dye my hair, wedding on sunday, don't want to look ugly. So, hair dye in hair, wearing a towel, I discover upon attempting to rinse out the dye with warm water as instructed that we have no hot water. So I call Paul. He has no idea what to do and more importantly, is not close by. He says he'll call his dad, but given the hour and my attire, not what I want to hear. So, wearing a towel and with flamable liquid coating my head, I crawl under the hot water tank and relight the pilot myself. Awesome. And then I took a cold shower because at this point the dye was starting to eat my scalp.
The wedding on sunday was beautiful. :-) I'm so excited I got to see Suz and Adam get married. She looked beautiful and I had so much fun! Her dad reminded me of how close I now live to them, and I do think it would be fun to get together for dinner or something with them.
But right now it's late, and I must go to bed.
Work is crazy busy, but I thrive in business and I find myself becoming more ambitious with my career goals, more so than I ever thought I'd have the opportunity to be. But I know I can't do what I do now for the rest of my life, its far too physically demanding. (Says the girl with the splint on her wrist and the big, infected gash in her leg) haha. Melody works with me now which so far has been an enormous blessing despite her being overwhelmed at Heartland Madhouse.
In the beginning of August we went on vacation to visit the Minnesotian members of my mom's family, a good time all around was had and Paul and I returned with a new baby: Tango. Paul posted a picture and I have about a thousand now, but here's one more for good measure.
He likes to sleep in the den under the chairs. It's cute. But we think everything he does is cute. He's a good guard dog- Ben came over Monday, he tried to eat him, Don came over Tues, same thing. So I feel safe with the furball. He's also very loving and happy and wiggles nearly every moment he's awake. Nearly housebroken at 13 weeks, we're having lots of fun with this addition to our family.
Paul got a new job, one of many reasons why I am so very proud of him. He's a parapro in the East Detroit Schools District, our old stomping ground and where we first met and fell madly in like with each other, remaining so for many years, tetering on the edge of something more than like occasionally when we actually spent time together....until that fateful Tuesday night last summer.
Speaking of which, now that July is over, Paul's 24, so am I, and we've been together one year. Time flies.
Anyway life has relaxed substancially since before the move, I've emerged from the whole mortgate/house/move experience with a few more coping skills and an anxiety disorder. Not too much worse for the wear. I'm happy and beginning to relax into my routine with my job- which I'm still excited to go to every morning, my new puppy and my Paul. In short, life is good.
Unless the hot water heater pilot goes out again. So, let me paint for you a picture: Saturday night I decide to dye my hair, wedding on sunday, don't want to look ugly. So, hair dye in hair, wearing a towel, I discover upon attempting to rinse out the dye with warm water as instructed that we have no hot water. So I call Paul. He has no idea what to do and more importantly, is not close by. He says he'll call his dad, but given the hour and my attire, not what I want to hear. So, wearing a towel and with flamable liquid coating my head, I crawl under the hot water tank and relight the pilot myself. Awesome. And then I took a cold shower because at this point the dye was starting to eat my scalp.
The wedding on sunday was beautiful. :-) I'm so excited I got to see Suz and Adam get married. She looked beautiful and I had so much fun! Her dad reminded me of how close I now live to them, and I do think it would be fun to get together for dinner or something with them.
But right now it's late, and I must go to bed.