here we are, we got about 4 more inches of snow on top of the foot we already have. but thank goodness, we have....the snowflake hunter?!?!
Moved.
11 years ago
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Thursday, February 15, 2007
V-Day
Valentine's Day is easy to hate when you are single. In fact, it is almost COOL to hate it when you are single and a woman. By hating it we pretend the lack of gifts, attention, and love doesn't really bother us when in fact, it really really bothers us. I used to be one of those woman...and then I met Christopher.
I now love Valentine's Day. It has nothing to do with the flowers, jewelry, or chocolate and everything to do with the date on the calendar. Feb 14, 2004 was the day I knew I had met the man I was going to marry. I arrived at Christopher's apartment and there was a red and pink construction paper heart on the front door. In blue crayon was written that after walking inside, I would discover all the things Chris loves about me. I opened the door and found that the room was full of candles. Under each of the 25 candles was a smaller heart. On each heart, written in the same blue crayon, was something Chris loves about me. It was the most romantic gesture anyone has ever done for me.
I told Chris last night over dinner that three years ago when I was reading those hearts, I knew I was in love with him before I reached the final heart. I also knew I wanted to marry him.
I'm not sure why Chris and I have been blessed with such a wonderful marriage but I thank God every day for it.
I love you Christopher.
I now love Valentine's Day. It has nothing to do with the flowers, jewelry, or chocolate and everything to do with the date on the calendar. Feb 14, 2004 was the day I knew I had met the man I was going to marry. I arrived at Christopher's apartment and there was a red and pink construction paper heart on the front door. In blue crayon was written that after walking inside, I would discover all the things Chris loves about me. I opened the door and found that the room was full of candles. Under each of the 25 candles was a smaller heart. On each heart, written in the same blue crayon, was something Chris loves about me. It was the most romantic gesture anyone has ever done for me.
I told Chris last night over dinner that three years ago when I was reading those hearts, I knew I was in love with him before I reached the final heart. I also knew I wanted to marry him.
I'm not sure why Chris and I have been blessed with such a wonderful marriage but I thank God every day for it.
I love you Christopher.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Indianapolis Blizzard of '07
We were supposed to get 3-7 inches. We figured they overestimated. They always over estimate. We were wrong. We are currently at a foot of snow and are supposed to get another 4-5 inches before the night is over. The wind is also supposed to pick up to around 40 mph so the drifts should be impressive.
Indy certainly isn't Oswego, NY but Indy also rarely has snow. That means that when it does snow, it is a HUGE problem for the city. Chris and I braved the roads this morning and I was promptly scolded from my boss after arrival since my boss knew that the snow was much more significant in the area I live. I worked for an hour before my boss told me to go home. I got all the way home before getting my car stuck directedly in front of my garage. My car was blocking the street so I ran around to neighbors to locate a shovel.
For those who are interested, Target doesn't carry shovels and plastic shovels from Meijer break easily.
I was able to dig my car out of the snow and create a path up the driveway into the garage. Thanks to my dad's good teaching, I thought to lay down kitty litter in front and in back of my tires for a bit of tread. I managed to make it into the garage on my second attempt.
Chris stayed at work until noonish before he called it a day due to cancelled meetings and an inability to make visits to his clients. We have spent the day making cookies and watching movies. Here is what our cats have been doing while we have been home...
P.S. Pickett, hope you are enjoying warm Kenya while we are freezing our tails off in America!
Indy certainly isn't Oswego, NY but Indy also rarely has snow. That means that when it does snow, it is a HUGE problem for the city. Chris and I braved the roads this morning and I was promptly scolded from my boss after arrival since my boss knew that the snow was much more significant in the area I live. I worked for an hour before my boss told me to go home. I got all the way home before getting my car stuck directedly in front of my garage. My car was blocking the street so I ran around to neighbors to locate a shovel.
For those who are interested, Target doesn't carry shovels and plastic shovels from Meijer break easily.
I was able to dig my car out of the snow and create a path up the driveway into the garage. Thanks to my dad's good teaching, I thought to lay down kitty litter in front and in back of my tires for a bit of tread. I managed to make it into the garage on my second attempt.
Chris stayed at work until noonish before he called it a day due to cancelled meetings and an inability to make visits to his clients. We have spent the day making cookies and watching movies. Here is what our cats have been doing while we have been home...
P.S. Pickett, hope you are enjoying warm Kenya while we are freezing our tails off in America!
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Superbowl XLI continued...
350 to 3. Not good odds. Even worse odds when you are part of that three. That was me the day of the Superbowl.
Chris and I decided to go to Bufflo Wild Wings to watch the game. He likes the big screens and I was convinced it was one place that there would be at least a handful of Bears fans. We were worried about being able to find a seat so after going to the early service at church, we scarfed down some food and headed to the restaurant. We arrived around 12:15 with a deck of cards and in good spirits. We knew it was going to be a long afternoon since the game didn't start until 6:30. We arrived and the place was already half full. We made friends with those sitting around us and I was appropriately abused by all of the Colts fans. The gentleman next to us informed us that he was actually a Bears fan. It was difficult to tell with the screaming blue jersey he was wearing. He said he was wearing Bears boxers. I opted not to see them.
The restaurant was a sea of royal blue and there I sat with my Bears hoodie and hat. I was told by many that I was brave. I partially agreed. Thankfully many found me acceptable since I was actually a Chicago native. That is how I was dubbed in church when I was pointed out in the middle of the service. Chris was kind enough to tell after the service that he knew I had been embarrassed due to the three shades of red my face turned. And I thought it was due to the heat that was radiating off of my body when the entire congragation turned around and stared at me. But I digress...
The beginning of the game began with me screaming and jumping up and down after Deven Hester scored a touchdown. I figured that since I was the only one (the other two Bears fans were no where to be found) I needed to be loud and proud and make up for the small number that I was.
Note: I did have a girl come up to me wearing a Bears shirt and she gave me a high five. My excitement lasted about 10 seconds when she informed me she really didn't care who won and cheered for whomever had the ball. Dumb girl!
In terms of the rest of the game, I don't want to talk about it.
If any other team in the NFL had to win besides the Bears, I am glad it was the Indianapolis Colts. It has been fun seeing the city celebrate their win. It is also nice to see my husband so happy. And yes, I took down my Bears flag and Chris has three days to celebrate with only his flag flying from the house.
It isn't easy being a Chicago Bears fan in the heart of Indianapolis but it has been a great football season.
Chris and I decided to go to Bufflo Wild Wings to watch the game. He likes the big screens and I was convinced it was one place that there would be at least a handful of Bears fans. We were worried about being able to find a seat so after going to the early service at church, we scarfed down some food and headed to the restaurant. We arrived around 12:15 with a deck of cards and in good spirits. We knew it was going to be a long afternoon since the game didn't start until 6:30. We arrived and the place was already half full. We made friends with those sitting around us and I was appropriately abused by all of the Colts fans. The gentleman next to us informed us that he was actually a Bears fan. It was difficult to tell with the screaming blue jersey he was wearing. He said he was wearing Bears boxers. I opted not to see them.
The restaurant was a sea of royal blue and there I sat with my Bears hoodie and hat. I was told by many that I was brave. I partially agreed. Thankfully many found me acceptable since I was actually a Chicago native. That is how I was dubbed in church when I was pointed out in the middle of the service. Chris was kind enough to tell after the service that he knew I had been embarrassed due to the three shades of red my face turned. And I thought it was due to the heat that was radiating off of my body when the entire congragation turned around and stared at me. But I digress...
The beginning of the game began with me screaming and jumping up and down after Deven Hester scored a touchdown. I figured that since I was the only one (the other two Bears fans were no where to be found) I needed to be loud and proud and make up for the small number that I was.
Note: I did have a girl come up to me wearing a Bears shirt and she gave me a high five. My excitement lasted about 10 seconds when she informed me she really didn't care who won and cheered for whomever had the ball. Dumb girl!
In terms of the rest of the game, I don't want to talk about it.
If any other team in the NFL had to win besides the Bears, I am glad it was the Indianapolis Colts. It has been fun seeing the city celebrate their win. It is also nice to see my husband so happy. And yes, I took down my Bears flag and Chris has three days to celebrate with only his flag flying from the house.
It isn't easy being a Chicago Bears fan in the heart of Indianapolis but it has been a great football season.
Friday, February 02, 2007
Kinda creepy
Not too long ago I was trying to figure out what key words I could use in Google to get my blog to pop up. In case you are interested...none. Or at least I still can't figure it out. Anyway, while on my search, I discovered another blog. What is a bit odd is how much we have in common. First, we share the same name which is a bit unusual. Not only is it the same name but it is spelled the same way. Second, we are both counselors. She is an admissions counselor and I am a mental health counselor. Granted it isn't exactly the same thing but pretty darn close. We are both 28 years old and I discovered her grandparents live in the Chicagoland area. Crazy!!! I wonder if she is a Bears fan too? Last...and I swear I am not stalking her but I simply looked at recent posts on her blog, we have the exact same toothbrush. Coincidence? See for yourself. Her blog is torreysblog.blogspot.com.
She is a much more dedicated blogger than I. Maybe she will inspire me to write more than twice a month... :)
She is a much more dedicated blogger than I. Maybe she will inspire me to write more than twice a month... :)
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