They say you always remember where you were when...
I will never forget where I was, how I felt, what I thought, how I cried, on September 11, 2001.
I've seen so many posts about it this year, more I feel, than in past years. Perhaps people are finally able to deal with it, speak about it. I posted something in 2011, on the 10th anniversary of that awful day. (In case you're interested, here's a link: 09/11/2011)
I still can't express how I felt, how lost, how hurt, how disbelieving, how horrified, how terrified I was. They're just words. And they're not big enough, important enough, strong enough to express it all.
So I'll just stop here with this: I am praying again for strength and comfort and healing for all those touched by this tragedy, those who have lost loved ones, or even just acquaintances, those who are still suffering, those of us affected by this horrible loss.
About Me
- Krys72599
- I'm happy, married, and looking forward to sharing my world with you! If you're interested, that is!
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Monday, August 19, 2013
Our new kitchen
Tearing out the old... My beautiful farmhouse sink cracked. I'm so disappointed...
Some of the cabinets in, some with doors, stove is not hooked up yet...
Putting that cabinet over the refrigerator was tough!
Working on gas pipes...
It took all day Saturday, but we're now ready for counters...
I'll look for curtains and "stuff" later: can't wait to put food away...
Bits & Pieces of My Days...
I'm doing a Day in the Life mini album later this month so if you're not an Instagram follower of mine, here are a few highlights...
I wore orange today. It was a gloomy rainy day but not when I looked in my mirror!
My work computer really needed a cleaning! It took 3 hours!!
Reading on the train: Hunting Eve, by Iris Johansen.
It's pretty quiet on the train - room to spread out...
I'm on the train now and it's hard to type so I'll sign off. More soon...
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Surprise!
It's no surprise to me that I'm married to THE best guy in the world, but just in case you all weren't sure about it...
Last Thursday was our 14th wedding anniversary. This is what we looked like the day we got married:
We had a bit of a tough year, with his surgery, his deciding whether to retire or not (he's not retiring!), lay-offs at my company which thankfully didn't affect me...
Guess he decided I deserved more than "just" flowers this year (we never exchange anniversary gifts - we just go out to eat and he sends me flowers).
This is what he got me this year: OMG!!!
He's a wonderful husband! Think I'll keep him for sure!!!
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
S Family Picnic
We had such a great time yesterday. We invited hubby's sister and her family up to the lake house for the day. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so I'll shut up now and just post my pictures.
Yea, right, like I could ever post pictures without commentary...
The day started with J fishing my chair out of the lake. The wind must have blown it into the water overnight. And yes, he is *standing* in a paddle boat WITHOUT a life jacket...
Our nephew took baby E out with her mom (his sister) for a ride...
You can't tell here but I ran outside to take this photo and tripped over the chaise lounge, fell and bruised my left arm and left leg and just for giggles, hit my head on the chair. Yes, I have a lump and a red mark on my forehead, thanks for asking!
There was fishing.
There was dancing.
There was eating. (This photo was taken when prepping for the party. Forgot to take a photo of the delicious food!)
J is making a rocking horse for our nephew's soon-to-be baby... I'll post a photo when it's done. It's gorgeous!
I treated myself to this pair of Kate Spade earrings. I fell in love with them when I saw them online.
Well, break time is over. I'm off to clean my kitchen before we go to our daughter's home for a visit. More later!
Friday, June 28, 2013
UD Alumna
My nephew - well, actually, he's my first cousin's son so technically he's my first cousin, once removed. I think. Anyway, my nephew first cousin, once removed, is going to the University of Delaware!!! Yay! Just got this video from our alumni association so I thought I'd post it here...
Friday, June 14, 2013
Graduation Party & Volunteer Reading
On Sunday we went to my cousin's son's high school graduation party. R will be attending my alma mater: the University of Delaware! GO, FIGHTIN' BLUE HENS!!!
Here are some pictures from the party, along with some commentary...
Here's the view from the hot tub end of the pool - yes, that's their shed.
This is the hot tub end of the pool. Apparently cousin R and his son R built the deck and the pergola.
Dinner is served! And it was delicious! We had baked ziti (with vodka sauce, my favorite!), fried chicken, pierogi with fried onions and butter, caprese salad, meatballs, cole slaw, and that's all I took. There was more, but my plate was full!
This is the view from the waterfall side of the pool, looking toward their house. That low addition on the right is their new great room/family room. When they remodeled their kitchen, they blew out the wall between the kitchen and the dining room, made that one giant space, and added this room onto the house.
Hi there, it's a self portrait! Not too smart to try to take it with the sun behind me, but it did give me some nifty lighting effects...
Here's hubby, post dinner, pre dessert. Yes, he always looks stressed when he's relaxing!
Cousin R and his beautiful dog, Kallie. Kallie is a Tibetan Terrier - not a terrier at all, and normally her hair is much longer, but they shaved her for the summer. She's so well-behaved. Apparently she won't go in the pool. She's four years old. The day after they brought Kallie home, R's wife was walking her around the pool on a leash, talking on her cell phone, telling everyone about their new puppy. R almost choked laughing as he told me she walked the poor puppy right off the edge into the water, and Kallie's been scared of the pool ever since! And before anyone gets all up in my face, he wasn't laughing at the poor pup, but he WAS laughing at his wife!
This photo was taken across the pool, toward the waterfall which you can just barely see on the right side of the picture.
Here's N and R, cousin R's two children (he's the soon-to-be-Blue-Hen; she's a UConn Husky), standing with my mom, their grandmother by proxy. Their real grandmother on our side died before my cousin married his wife, so they asked my mom if the kids could call her Babci (grandmother).
And here's the family photo... Cousin R, his wife M, daughter N, my mom, their son R, me, and J.
And just 'cause I can't end it there, here's another story... I volunteer as a reader at my husband's school. I've been doing it for eight years. It's a program sponsored by my company. Yesterday was my last day reading for this school year. I brought them Munchkins and they made me some beautiful thank you cards (you can see them in the second photo below). Miss G, the teacher, put a thank you sign up on her white board. I got lots of hugs, and they told me I "was the best reader they ever had!" (I was about to let that go to my head until I remembered they're second grade so they've only had two readers before me... although there are two per class and we alternate weeks, so I guess I'm the best of six...) I get so much from reading to them; I can only hope they get as much from me. I try to share my love of reading, how much I get out of it, how easy it is, that you have only to practice to get better at it... A couple of the students were eager to tell me that they'd been reading books since they last saw me, "books that aren't for school!" That last photo is the group when they came to visit at our office last month. Once a year, in May, they come to us and we read to them in their class groups in our cafeteria. We give them apples and cookies, milk and juice and water. They're always impressed and it's a mini field trip for them.
This is the class at my office building - that's my reading partner; we alternate weeks. When she remembers to go... Sorry, couldn't resist...
Here are some pictures from the party, along with some commentary...
Here's the view from the hot tub end of the pool - yes, that's their shed.
This is the hot tub end of the pool. Apparently cousin R and his son R built the deck and the pergola.
Dinner is served! And it was delicious! We had baked ziti (with vodka sauce, my favorite!), fried chicken, pierogi with fried onions and butter, caprese salad, meatballs, cole slaw, and that's all I took. There was more, but my plate was full!
This is the view from the waterfall side of the pool, looking toward their house. That low addition on the right is their new great room/family room. When they remodeled their kitchen, they blew out the wall between the kitchen and the dining room, made that one giant space, and added this room onto the house.
Hi there, it's a self portrait! Not too smart to try to take it with the sun behind me, but it did give me some nifty lighting effects...
Here's hubby, post dinner, pre dessert. Yes, he always looks stressed when he's relaxing!
Cousin R and his beautiful dog, Kallie. Kallie is a Tibetan Terrier - not a terrier at all, and normally her hair is much longer, but they shaved her for the summer. She's so well-behaved. Apparently she won't go in the pool. She's four years old. The day after they brought Kallie home, R's wife was walking her around the pool on a leash, talking on her cell phone, telling everyone about their new puppy. R almost choked laughing as he told me she walked the poor puppy right off the edge into the water, and Kallie's been scared of the pool ever since! And before anyone gets all up in my face, he wasn't laughing at the poor pup, but he WAS laughing at his wife!
This photo was taken across the pool, toward the waterfall which you can just barely see on the right side of the picture.
Here's N and R, cousin R's two children (he's the soon-to-be-Blue-Hen; she's a UConn Husky), standing with my mom, their grandmother by proxy. Their real grandmother on our side died before my cousin married his wife, so they asked my mom if the kids could call her Babci (grandmother).
And here's the family photo... Cousin R, his wife M, daughter N, my mom, their son R, me, and J.
And just 'cause I can't end it there, here's another story... I volunteer as a reader at my husband's school. I've been doing it for eight years. It's a program sponsored by my company. Yesterday was my last day reading for this school year. I brought them Munchkins and they made me some beautiful thank you cards (you can see them in the second photo below). Miss G, the teacher, put a thank you sign up on her white board. I got lots of hugs, and they told me I "was the best reader they ever had!" (I was about to let that go to my head until I remembered they're second grade so they've only had two readers before me... although there are two per class and we alternate weeks, so I guess I'm the best of six...) I get so much from reading to them; I can only hope they get as much from me. I try to share my love of reading, how much I get out of it, how easy it is, that you have only to practice to get better at it... A couple of the students were eager to tell me that they'd been reading books since they last saw me, "books that aren't for school!" That last photo is the group when they came to visit at our office last month. Once a year, in May, they come to us and we read to them in their class groups in our cafeteria. We give them apples and cookies, milk and juice and water. They're always impressed and it's a mini field trip for them.
This is the class at my office building - that's my reading partner; we alternate weeks. When she remembers to go... Sorry, couldn't resist...
Friday, June 07, 2013
Tuesday, June 04, 2013
Bad Lip Reading
Here are a couple of fun minutes... I love You Tube... This appealed to me because I find myself watching people's lips all the time, trying to figure out what they're saying...
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Oklahoma/F5
On Monday Moore, OK, was obliterated by an F5 tornado that "touched down" for 40 minutes.
40 minutes. F5.
I can't conceive of that violence being on the ground for 40 minutes. (It will never be an EF5 in my mind - I'm too old to change now.)
The images are horrific. Tornado? Massive destruction? Implosion? There aren't any words to describe the devastation. When someone says "it's like a war zone," yes, yes, it is...
24 people died. Including, I believe, 9 children, 2 of whom were babies. At least that's the last I heard. Entire schools were demolished. This morning there was a video taken during the storm. At first it was completely black, with someone screaming in the background. Then there was light, daylight, seen through walls that were no longer there. A water fountain attached to a cinder block wall with the rest of the school surrounding it gone. Children walking around, totally disoriented.
[I am stunned that I am writing a post using words like "obliterated," "violence," "horrific," "destruction," "devastation," "war zone."]
There were heart-warming images, too. The older woman finding her dog on camera, crawling out from under the rubble. The black puppy sitting, just sitting, waiting to be rescued. Just sitting above the body of his deceased owner. (I heard a story later that it might not have been his owner. Either way, they found that person because the puppy wouldn't move.) A neighbor running, full out, to the damaged school to see if the little boy who lived next door, his special little pal, was okay. Their hug, once they saw each other, the way the little boy just jumped into the man's arms. The woman whose neighbor helped find jewelry that belonged to the woman's grandmother in the remains of what was her house.
The stories, OMG, the stories. The mother who covered her baby with her body and was killed saving her own child. The man who held onto his daughter by her hair, refusing to let the wind take her. The 22 people who sheltered in a bank vault and survived.
Interviews with Hurricane Sandy survivors show people saying that this tornado was worse than "what we went through." Certainly it was, for some of us - I lost some food, was a bit cold for a few days. But people on Breezy Point or the NJ shore, for instance, lost everything. Those words I mentioned above? They apply to the loss of homes on Breezy Point and the Shore during Hurricane Sandy. But those victims were interviewed yesterday and they said the suffering from this tornado? It was worse. "We lost a lot. Many homes were damaged. But nothing like the all-out destruction of Moore, OK."
Amazing. Simply amazing. It restores my faith in mankind, that even those people who have every right to feel sorry for themselves can recognize that others are worse off, can sympathize, empathize, can help, can recognize the scale of the destruction...
I'm making a donation to the Red Cross. Are you?
40 minutes. F5.
I can't conceive of that violence being on the ground for 40 minutes. (It will never be an EF5 in my mind - I'm too old to change now.)
The images are horrific. Tornado? Massive destruction? Implosion? There aren't any words to describe the devastation. When someone says "it's like a war zone," yes, yes, it is...
24 people died. Including, I believe, 9 children, 2 of whom were babies. At least that's the last I heard. Entire schools were demolished. This morning there was a video taken during the storm. At first it was completely black, with someone screaming in the background. Then there was light, daylight, seen through walls that were no longer there. A water fountain attached to a cinder block wall with the rest of the school surrounding it gone. Children walking around, totally disoriented.
[I am stunned that I am writing a post using words like "obliterated," "violence," "horrific," "destruction," "devastation," "war zone."]
There were heart-warming images, too. The older woman finding her dog on camera, crawling out from under the rubble. The black puppy sitting, just sitting, waiting to be rescued. Just sitting above the body of his deceased owner. (I heard a story later that it might not have been his owner. Either way, they found that person because the puppy wouldn't move.) A neighbor running, full out, to the damaged school to see if the little boy who lived next door, his special little pal, was okay. Their hug, once they saw each other, the way the little boy just jumped into the man's arms. The woman whose neighbor helped find jewelry that belonged to the woman's grandmother in the remains of what was her house.
The stories, OMG, the stories. The mother who covered her baby with her body and was killed saving her own child. The man who held onto his daughter by her hair, refusing to let the wind take her. The 22 people who sheltered in a bank vault and survived.
Interviews with Hurricane Sandy survivors show people saying that this tornado was worse than "what we went through." Certainly it was, for some of us - I lost some food, was a bit cold for a few days. But people on Breezy Point or the NJ shore, for instance, lost everything. Those words I mentioned above? They apply to the loss of homes on Breezy Point and the Shore during Hurricane Sandy. But those victims were interviewed yesterday and they said the suffering from this tornado? It was worse. "We lost a lot. Many homes were damaged. But nothing like the all-out destruction of Moore, OK."
Amazing. Simply amazing. It restores my faith in mankind, that even those people who have every right to feel sorry for themselves can recognize that others are worse off, can sympathize, empathize, can help, can recognize the scale of the destruction...
I'm making a donation to the Red Cross. Are you?
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
RIP Zach Sobiech
This wonderful young man died Monday after a bout with cancer. He learned in 18 short years what I sincerely hope I learn in my lifetime, that we need to live life to the fullest, with joy and love and an appreciation for all we've been given.
Rest in peace, Zach Sobiech.
Rest in peace, Zach Sobiech.
Sunday, May 19, 2013
New Floor Update
I realized when I was responding to a post on Young House Love that I'd never posted a photo of the new floor at the lake house. So how could I point them to a photo if I never posted one? So here you go, photos of before, during and after. And yes, hubby did much of this with a bum arm, prior to surgery...
Keep in mind we only took these photos for ourselves, not for publication, so don't count on any white balancing, cleaning up of clutter in the background, or consistent points of view...
I'll have to take photos this weekend when we tear out the kitchen island that is at the opposite end of the room in this last photo, to your left if you're standing where I was when I took the photo. The floor will be extended into the kitchen then all the new cabinets and appliances will be installed. Then I'll have to take some more photos!
Keep in mind we only took these photos for ourselves, not for publication, so don't count on any white balancing, cleaning up of clutter in the background, or consistent points of view...
I'll have to take photos this weekend when we tear out the kitchen island that is at the opposite end of the room in this last photo, to your left if you're standing where I was when I took the photo. The floor will be extended into the kitchen then all the new cabinets and appliances will be installed. Then I'll have to take some more photos!
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Miami, Part 1
I got to Miami Sunday night, to the hotel at about 9:35. Asked the front desk dude if there was a restaurant open at that hour and he assured me that, yes, there was. Would I like him to make a reservation for me for, say, twenty minutes from now? For some tapas and a glass of wine, perhaps?
Sure, I responded, as long as I could wear my pajamas to the restaurant.
Okay, so that wasn't the best picture to put in his head 'cause he VERY quickly suggested room service.
I called room service and they said it was a hour wait, but since I had no plans to go anywhere or do anything other than plop in front of the TV, that was fine.
I ordered my chicken enchiladas and a large coke. Proof positive I didn't really read the menu very carefully? It was delivered in 20 minutes (I picked the right thing!) and I took a huge bite.
It was FULL of jalapeños! Thought I'd be a Tums customer for sure that night but it didn't bother me at all! Of course the "large" coke was one of those new small bottles, the ones you can drink 10 of if you're not in NYC (Mr. Bloomberg is not my friend!). I was still thirsty when I was finished but at least I wasn't hungry anymore!
More Miami excitement to come in the next installment!
Friday, May 10, 2013
Sunday Is Mother's Day
I know you're all going to say, "MY mom is the best," but the only other two people on this planet who are allowed to say this are my sisters!
Our mom IS the best. THE best. The BEST. THE BEST.
My mom hasn't had an easy life. Let's just recap it (very briefly):
She was born in Poland.
She left Poland at the start of WWII to go to Siberia.
She left Siberia, traveled through Iran and Iraq, and left for Africa from the port of Pahlavi.
Went to East Africa, Mombasa, to be exact. She was then relocated by train and trucks to Nairobi, then to camp in Koja, Kenya.
They were relocated again, to Masindi in Western Uganda, and then to England by way of Egypt. She traveled by boat, went through the Suez Canal, through the Mediterranean Sea, throught the Strait of Gibraltar, and up to Liverpool, England.
She lived near Newton Abbot in Devonshire (now Devon), in England. She attended high school and college in England, then relocated again. She traveled by boat on the second Mauretania in 1952, to New York City, and eventually to NJ, where she met Daddy and the rest is MY history...
She is without a doubt the strongest woman I know. She has survived WWII, living in camps an surviving on potatoes, the loss of her home, the deaths of her sister, parents and husband. She has struggled with many surgeries, survived bladder cancer, suffered much physical pain, with not one complaint.
I have always said that if I could be half the woman she is, half the mother she is, I'd consider myself a total success.
Mommy, thank you. Thanks for teaching me right from wrong. Thanks for showing me what a good, strong, loving marriage is. Thanks for showing me, by example, what a good, strong, loving woman is.
And that awesome news you just gave me? That you're cancer-free again?
Our mom IS the best. THE best. The BEST. THE BEST.
My mom hasn't had an easy life. Let's just recap it (very briefly):
She was born in Poland.
She left Poland at the start of WWII to go to Siberia.
She left Siberia, traveled through Iran and Iraq, and left for Africa from the port of Pahlavi.
Went to East Africa, Mombasa, to be exact. She was then relocated by train and trucks to Nairobi, then to camp in Koja, Kenya.
They were relocated again, to Masindi in Western Uganda, and then to England by way of Egypt. She traveled by boat, went through the Suez Canal, through the Mediterranean Sea, throught the Strait of Gibraltar, and up to Liverpool, England.
She lived near Newton Abbot in Devonshire (now Devon), in England. She attended high school and college in England, then relocated again. She traveled by boat on the second Mauretania in 1952, to New York City, and eventually to NJ, where she met Daddy and the rest is MY history...
She is without a doubt the strongest woman I know. She has survived WWII, living in camps an surviving on potatoes, the loss of her home, the deaths of her sister, parents and husband. She has struggled with many surgeries, survived bladder cancer, suffered much physical pain, with not one complaint.
I have always said that if I could be half the woman she is, half the mother she is, I'd consider myself a total success.
Mommy, thank you. Thanks for teaching me right from wrong. Thanks for showing me what a good, strong, loving marriage is. Thanks for showing me, by example, what a good, strong, loving woman is.
You are an incredible mom, and am proud of you. I love you.
YAY!!!
Cleveland Horror
On Monday, May 6, three women were rescued from 10 years in captivity in a house in Cleveland. Amanda Berry, Gina DeJesus, and Michelle Knight were kidnapped by Ariel Castro in the 2000s, kept in the basement and later in separate rooms in the house, tied up and chained.
He raped them, impregnated them, starved and punched them to force miscarriages, for all but one child from one of the women, Amanda Berry.
He's on suicide watch. I have mixed feelings. He deserves the death penalty but suicide seems an easy way out for him. Perhaps life in prison where he'll most likely be murdered?
I don't think it's right to wish him death, but I can't help but think of the 10 years, MORE than 10 years, these girls and their families have been suffering. His obvious mental illness is no excuse for what he did. It might explain it, but it doesn't excuse it.
And his two brothers, in and out of that house all the time over the past ten years? They knew nothing? So far police have released them and not charged them. And his mom, living two blocks away? Really? No idea?
THIS is why I always want to know my sisters or my mom or my daughter or my son or my husband is home safe, at school safe, wherever they are. THIS is why I have no problem "checking in" with my mom so she knows I'm home, safe and sound. THIS really could happen to just about anyone, anytime, anywhere. There are a lot of crazy people in this world, just walking around, appearing normal...
He raped them, impregnated them, starved and punched them to force miscarriages, for all but one child from one of the women, Amanda Berry.
He's on suicide watch. I have mixed feelings. He deserves the death penalty but suicide seems an easy way out for him. Perhaps life in prison where he'll most likely be murdered?
I don't think it's right to wish him death, but I can't help but think of the 10 years, MORE than 10 years, these girls and their families have been suffering. His obvious mental illness is no excuse for what he did. It might explain it, but it doesn't excuse it.
And his two brothers, in and out of that house all the time over the past ten years? They knew nothing? So far police have released them and not charged them. And his mom, living two blocks away? Really? No idea?
THIS is why I always want to know my sisters or my mom or my daughter or my son or my husband is home safe, at school safe, wherever they are. THIS is why I have no problem "checking in" with my mom so she knows I'm home, safe and sound. THIS really could happen to just about anyone, anytime, anywhere. There are a lot of crazy people in this world, just walking around, appearing normal...
Wednesday, May 08, 2013
Random Bits
Some random photos from the past month... I haven't been here, so I thought, not all of you are on Instagram so these little pieces of my rather boring life, well, you haven't been bored by them yet!
So here you go...
I got my hair cut. It looked so silky and full of movement and body. It has not looked like this since the day the stylist did it. I love the randomness of the colors, I like the chunkiness... Too bad I'll never see it this way again.
The lake is looking rather beautiful... The water is up, the sun was out... Was. It rained all day today. Three inches of rain overnight and into this morning...
Every child in the school made a get well card for hubby. 700+ cards arrived in a box. I cried reading some of them. The kids were told to just tell Mr. S. what they missed about him, or wish him well, or just write "Get Well Soon." Some of them really took the instructions to heart. Once kid wrote "You're like a grandfather to me!" Another wrote, "You've been a part of my life as long as I can remember, since I was a baby." Another wrote about how he's taught her grandma, and her mom, and her older brother, and "Now you're teaching me!" Several mentioned that they missed him at the front door, saying, "Good Morning!" And many of them quoted his "It's another day in Paradise" line. Balled my eyes out, I did...
My first attempt at sushi. Yes, I'm 52. And proud that I've been right all along. Not a fan of sushi. Now I can say, "Been there, done that, won't do it again."
This little stuffed whatever it is has been propped on this cubicle wall for over a month. I must have walked past it 200 times before I noticed the backside, courtesy of our digital manager... Laughed out loud...
Bought this knob plate and key on Open Sky. I've had it for about three or four years. Finally found a place to put it, in the upstairs bathroom. I toss my damp face cloth on it - love the look of it...
I'm really going to try to write more regularly, but today I only had time for a couple of photos and a couple of lines...
Monday, April 29, 2013
A New Schedule
I'm so worried that when J goes back to school, I'm going to have to pick up the slack around the house.
He's been one-armed for eight weeks now, but still doing the laundry, the vaccuuming, the dusting, and the cooking with that one functional arm.
I thought I was spoiled before, but now that he's been doing it all around the house (heaven forbid he be bored for a minute!), I'm scared to death I'm going to have to cook dinner again...
Quite honestly, I'm okay with doing the dishes every day.
Especially when it's all I have to do every day.
(And yes, I realize we're only two people and we use paper plates a lot, but two forks, two knives and two glasses just don't a dramatic photo make!)
He's been one-armed for eight weeks now, but still doing the laundry, the vaccuuming, the dusting, and the cooking with that one functional arm.
I thought I was spoiled before, but now that he's been doing it all around the house (heaven forbid he be bored for a minute!), I'm scared to death I'm going to have to cook dinner again...
Quite honestly, I'm okay with doing the dishes every day.
(Google Image)
Especially when it's all I have to do every day.
(And yes, I realize we're only two people and we use paper plates a lot, but two forks, two knives and two glasses just don't a dramatic photo make!)
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Bring Your Child to Work Day
Now, this doesn't work for me. My kids (steps that they are) are 34-almost-35 and 33, respectively. Pretty soon I'll be retired and they can bring their old parents to work with them on Bring Your Old Parents to Work Day!
But today, one of my colleagues brought his son and his nephew in for our Bring Your Child to Work Day. And after the morning breakfast, and after the tour "to places people who work here aren't allowed to go to," the boys have some time to kill so they're sitting in the hotel cubby next to mine. (We call empty cubbies "hotel" spaces and colleagues visiting from other offices are assigned one when they come to HQ...
They're in the 9 and 11 year old range. Cute as buttons, they are!
AND THEY TOLD ME I DON'T LOOK 52. I LOOK 31! AND I EVEN LOOK THE SIZE OF 31!!!
I told their dad/uncle to give them double desserts today!!!
But today, one of my colleagues brought his son and his nephew in for our Bring Your Child to Work Day. And after the morning breakfast, and after the tour "to places people who work here aren't allowed to go to," the boys have some time to kill so they're sitting in the hotel cubby next to mine. (We call empty cubbies "hotel" spaces and colleagues visiting from other offices are assigned one when they come to HQ...
They're in the 9 and 11 year old range. Cute as buttons, they are!
AND THEY TOLD ME I DON'T LOOK 52. I LOOK 31! AND I EVEN LOOK THE SIZE OF 31!!!
I told their dad/uncle to give them double desserts today!!!
50 Shades of Chicken (Random House)
Wait, ANOTHER video that made me laugh out loud, although admittedly I'm so glad I had earphones on, and this didn't play out loud in my office....
To those of you who have read or heard about the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy (yea, those books!) AND who love to cook, enjoy!
To those of you who have read or heard about the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy (yea, those books!) AND who love to cook, enjoy!
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