Month: November 2008 (Page 1 of 5)

Foto Friday: Meet Gatsby

Alright, I know I said I would do a Foto Friday of Santiago Calatrava’s amazing architecture in Valencia, but I’m guessing that no one here really cares but me, haha. So I’m delaying it one more week and introducing Gatsby instead.

Gatsby!!-1

Note Riley off to the side trying to remind Momma that just because she has a new toy doesn’t mean she should love her puppy any less. Don’t worry, sweetie, I haven’t forgotten you. But get out of the way. This is Gatsby’s time to shine.

Gatsby!!-2

Gatsby!!-3

Gatsby!!-4

Gatsby!!-5

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Make like a turkey and GOBBLE GOBBLE

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

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Dreams and growth

Because Andy and Riley and I have been on the road for 8 hours today, and we’re about to have a delicious dinner with Andy’s family, I’m going to make this post brief. These words are not my own, contrary to what Natasha Bedingfield may think. They are from Tu:

to grow we must be willing to let go of the things we think we know about ourselves and embrace the possibility of accomplishment. my dreams are big and failure is inevitable. it will hurt more because i will care more. incompetence will greet me and become my training partner. i am bracing myself to grow into the person i want to be. deep breaths and eyes closed.

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MY LIFE IN A NUTSHELL

Last night I was talking with Marci about Sex and the City and Grey’s Anatomy, and how Carrie & Big are essentially Meredith & Derek, or vice versa really since SATC came first. Marci is not a big fan (to put it mildly) of how fuc– erm, complicated, these relationships are, yet how they are protrayed as true love. I told her that as someone who has had 2-3 breakups or breaks or whatever you want to call them with my current boyfriend, I was hardly in a position to judge. However, in my relationship, no cheating was involved. Mostly it was miscommunication, and/or being 20 years old.

Anyway, what I realized today is that my relationship with Andy is by no means the most fuc– ahem, complicated, relationship I’m in. May I present to you…

Writing a Novel: A Love Story

It’s not The Notebook, but it’s pretty darn accurate. It’s also not written by me, but read it anyway.

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I’m in love…

As you may or may not know, Andy’s been quite busy at work lately, doing two jobs instead of one, because he accepted a new role but hasn’t been replaced at the old one yet. This will end in December, but for the past couple of months he’s been very busy and more stressed and tired than usual. He’s also been traveling more, since he has double the meetings with national and global suppliers. At times I have felt like what Twenty Four at Heart calls a Corporate Widow.

Because of this, I honestly was not expecting much for my birthday. Andy warned me long ago, and I was fine with that. He’s been wonderful to me, on birthdays and regular days, so I wanted to be as easygoing as possible for the two months that he needed it most. And of course I’ve been a perfect angel so far! No crying or yelling or anything. Ever. Not once.

Anyway, for my birthday, I took the day off to enjoy myself, get some errands done, catch up on TV and housework. I actually felt pretty great just being relaxed. As I was driving home from some Christmas shopping, I thought, MAN, what a beautiful day. I was really happy.

That night when Andy got home from work, he handed me a small bag and said, “Here. It’s not much, but I hope you like it.”

Inside was a round green apple.

“I got you a Mac!” he exclaimed.

Har har.

“No, just kidding. I’ve been too busy to get you a gift, but I did make reservations at the Waterfront.” The Waterfront is a very nice Cincinnati restaurant, established by Jeff Ruby, a very well-known local restaurateur.

So we went and had a lovely evening — he had steak, I had scallops, we shared creme brulee — and then headed home to watch Kung Fu Panda, courtesy of Netflix. I was supremely happy with the evening — and stuffed! — when the valet brought our car around. I climbed in, and Andy went to the trunk.

I thought, “Oh geez, did the valet bump something? What’s wrong?”

Andy reappeared in the driver’s seat. “You’re familiar with the literary technique of foreshadowing, right?”

Me: … Of course.

Andy: Good. This is your real present.

Ladies and gentlemen, he did indeed get me a Mac. A brand new MacBook, just like I’d been obsessing over. I cried when I realized. And not because it was an expensive gift, or THE gift I’d been craving. But because of the gesture, the fact that he’d saved up for this extravagance for me, and worked out a great surprise to give it to me.

I’m in love. Not just with the MacBook. But with a very wonderful man who stops at nothing to make me happy. How did I get so lucky?

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