The gifts are wrapped:
The pignoli cookies are bought (from the only place in the entire state that sells them):
The dog is bathed:
The card is written:
The hair has a new cut (6 inches off!!):
We are ready to celebrate my boy's 36th Birthday! All that remains is for him to come home from work so that we can enjoy our evening. I do love him so.
Just when I think I've got things figured out, I see lil' bits of oddness on Yahoo.... Venezuela is now an enemy? The Mormons are CIA spies??? What the hell? I know Venezuela has been trying to take over parts of my homeland, Guyana, for ages now, but me thinks they be smokin' too much ganja. {Note: the link may be gone soon because Yahoo is a tempermental lil' biatch.}
In other news, the Vatican bans goldfish bowls. For the love of God people... They also are making a rule about mandatory dog walks. *snicker* Thank goodness I don't live in Rome ... my pooch is a little bastard and mandatory dog walks won't be working with that prick.
Also, another reason why my boy is cute... there's this pepper in Guyana that's pretty damn hot, it's one of the hottest things I've ever eaten. When I went back to NY, I got a whole jar full (my mom grinds it up with salt, vinegar and lemon so it's like a hot sauce). Nick calls it Asshole Fire. He doesn't refer to it by anything else, so much so that I've started calling it Asshole Fire. Thank goodness we don't live with children.
Here are some more pictures that we took on the Peninsula at the beginning of this year. I just found it on an old media card and Photoshopped some of them.
Pacific Ocean, Pacific Ocean 2, Pacific Ocean 3, the Fearless Photographer, taking pictures, Un Bunny Rabbit, weird rain forest, requisite picture of Blaze, Sol Duc Falls, another one of the falls,falling,through the tress, photog, trees, they really are that huge, weird trees,
One of our friends is leaving again to Iraq, he was there for 6 months and came home for leave. Coincidentally, it was also his birthday and his wife Luci and I planned a party. He left at 6am this morning and we drove him to the airport. It's always heartbreaking for me to watch Luci saying goodbye to him ... I cannot imagine being away from Nick for so long.
I'm not the type to bitch, complain and moan about work. My theory is that if you choose to go on an interview and accept the job at where you at, then you did it to yourself. Once upon a time at my company, I had fun doing what I did.
Then I got promoted.
What this means in the banking world is that you get paid more to do a lot less (ie: managers, supervisors, "VP's). At first, I thought "great!" More moolah but since this "promotion" occured five months ago, I realize that I may be going slowly crazy. I'm like one of those chickens/frogs/dogs/cats that people train to just peck at a keyboard/piano/whatever all day.
Needless to say, I'm frustrated beyond belief.
However, nothing beats a coworker who keeps on making an ass out of themself day after day. I get a giggle about that daily. Stupid people rule this world. GRRRRRRR!
Nick and I spent about an hour last night playing around with Google Earth. We're such geeks ... he showed me the house where he grew up in, where most of his and his sister's friends lived, where he went to school and where he became a hick.
Yes, tis true, I live with a hick. He's a four-wheelin', plaid coat wearing, feels most comfortable in the outdoors, wants a sawed off shotgun hick. Needless to say, we're working on it.
His compromise ... he's going to the museum with me.
on the road
at some gorge in Idaho
his new toy & my relatively new toy
my love claiming his very own Petroglyph
a wild horse who my horse whisperer called over (he responded to nick's whistle)
moonlight over Salt Lake
Nick's first climb
He's my heart. He's also the one that helped me figure out Movable Type again. I'll be making changes again soon. As soon as I have time to figure out what the heck I'm doing!