Well it is three days until Christmas, which means 5 days off - WooHoo! I want to start by wishing all my friends and family a very merry Christmas! We didn't even decorate for Christmas this year, and the only gifts that went out were to the kiddos in the family. Our plans for Christmas day include a "Friends" style dinner with probably entirely too much to drink.
Everything is going well in the desert, and I'm not even going to complain, because frankly, I would MUCH rather be here right now (I never did handle the negative degrees very well, nor the wind)...I love being able to leave the house with a sweatshirt and be comfortable. Fiance and I took the two pooches for a nice long hike on Saturday. The weather was perfect, I think I got a tan! I'll shut it now, because I know the rest of the US of A is fighting a rough winter thus far.
The countdown is officially on...less than three months (88 days) until the big day. We do a walk through on the 8th of January and choose all of our linen colors and our centerpieces. I'm forcing the fiance to come along, though I think he is tired of the planning phase. After the linens and centerpieces are selected, we are finished until the few weeks before the wedding (which is perfect timing because my wedding planner is away in Europe for a month :) - Lucky.
The future SIL and her husband will be down in the next few weeks to participate in the Rock and Roll 1/2 marathon. Fiance and I were training for it, but after a bout of turf toe on my part the training sorta fell to the wayside. Let's just that I am not looking forward the the following Monday after I force myself to finish 13.whatever miles. It won't be pretty.
Merry Christmas!!!
Monday, December 22, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Writer's Block
The funny thing about a blog is that I feel I need to constantly keep it up to date. I feel guilty when I have not posted in a week. Now I have complete writer's block, but need to sit down and begin my homework, so I figure this is a good place to get those creative juices flowing.
I always intend to do a lot of things when I get home from work, but the sun sets at about that time, and then I am just ready for bed (5:30 or not). I know there is cleaning that could be done, and there is always laundry to be folded; but it is dark and there are re-runs of "Friends."
Maybe I will just be okay with lazing the winter away.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
A New Week...
and counting down the days until the new year. Dad comes on Thursday, so that will be a nice respite from the mundane. I can't help but think that 2009 will be a far better year than this year...let's face it, 2008 didn't put much effort into becoming the "best year ever."
Fiance and I spent last week in California, which was beautiful with pleasant weather. We took a trip to the beach and spent some much needed time away from the sandbox. When we returned to Arizona, there was a puddle of water in the garage..."My, that looks like it could be dripping from our place," I calmly say to fiance; who in defense, shakes his head and lets me know that our condo is further over. As we approached the door, I noticed the floor is bubbled up and looked slightly damp, the baseboard had peeled away from the wall and pooling water soaked our door mat. We went inside, to a seemingly normal house - nothing looked wet or out of place.
Recently the fellow above us put in a new travertine floor (withnosoundbarrier...ahem) so we figure the contractor may have not tightened a pipe correctly when he put the toilet or sink back in or maybe punctured a pipe with his nail gun when he was putting the baseboard back on, thus the water leaking down from his pipes through the wall. So, we call a plumber. Plumber cuts holes in our bathroom wall and finds a bunch of standing water, but no leak. So plumber heads into the outside hall...cuts 5 holes into the wall and ceiling before finding the leak and diagnosing the problem. Thank goodness it wasn't our fault, (and unfortunately it wasn't the fellow upstairs, because we are looking for any excuse to get him to remove his loud ass floor) but we still had to pay for the diagnosis, which is not unlike going to a doctor (in fact, I now know why Joe the Plumber was nervous about Obama's tax plan for those making 250,000 or more a year)...59.00 for the service call, 139.00 to drill the holes, so on and so forth. So we had to foot the bill, and now we must finagle with the HOA and Management company to be reimbursed for our contribution. It isn't only that, but the leak ruined our bathroom floor and cabinetry. It is a hideous vinyl bathroom floor, and we want to replace it before we try to sell it, but right now is not a good time. So I have dried the concrete underneath and have arranged the trash can and plunger to hold the vinyl down until Dad can look at it when he comes and give me an estimate on cost of tile.
Just another day in 2008.
Fiance and I spent last week in California, which was beautiful with pleasant weather. We took a trip to the beach and spent some much needed time away from the sandbox. When we returned to Arizona, there was a puddle of water in the garage..."My, that looks like it could be dripping from our place," I calmly say to fiance; who in defense, shakes his head and lets me know that our condo is further over. As we approached the door, I noticed the floor is bubbled up and looked slightly damp, the baseboard had peeled away from the wall and pooling water soaked our door mat. We went inside, to a seemingly normal house - nothing looked wet or out of place.
Recently the fellow above us put in a new travertine floor (withnosoundbarrier...ahem) so we figure the contractor may have not tightened a pipe correctly when he put the toilet or sink back in or maybe punctured a pipe with his nail gun when he was putting the baseboard back on, thus the water leaking down from his pipes through the wall. So, we call a plumber. Plumber cuts holes in our bathroom wall and finds a bunch of standing water, but no leak. So plumber heads into the outside hall...cuts 5 holes into the wall and ceiling before finding the leak and diagnosing the problem. Thank goodness it wasn't our fault, (and unfortunately it wasn't the fellow upstairs, because we are looking for any excuse to get him to remove his loud ass floor) but we still had to pay for the diagnosis, which is not unlike going to a doctor (in fact, I now know why Joe the Plumber was nervous about Obama's tax plan for those making 250,000 or more a year)...59.00 for the service call, 139.00 to drill the holes, so on and so forth. So we had to foot the bill, and now we must finagle with the HOA and Management company to be reimbursed for our contribution. It isn't only that, but the leak ruined our bathroom floor and cabinetry. It is a hideous vinyl bathroom floor, and we want to replace it before we try to sell it, but right now is not a good time. So I have dried the concrete underneath and have arranged the trash can and plunger to hold the vinyl down until Dad can look at it when he comes and give me an estimate on cost of tile.
Just another day in 2008.
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