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| New best friend? |
I wobbled my way thru the rest of the day, all loosey-goosey and doofy with bliss.
Getting older has never been so fun. :)
Showing posts with label surprises. Show all posts
Showing posts with label surprises. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Birthday surprise #3
I wobbled my way thru the rest of the day, all loosey-goosey and doofy with bliss.
Getting older has never been so fun. :)
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Lousy but loved.
At this point, it's definitely official: Mrs. S has correctly labeled me as a lousy blogger. I have been about as lousy a blogger as one can be without actually having a single louse on my head. (Ew.)
This makes me feel very happy and very guilty. Kinda like how I felt after reading the melodramatic email I got from the ever-encouraging Sarah a while back :
"21 days of looking for an update on your blog.
HA!
She checks my blog every day!
She wants more!
She loves me!
I'm practically famous!
This is a lovely feeling for a bloggess. Even being called lousy is a semi-compliment, because it means someone is paying enough attention to your blog to notice how lousy you're being.
Hand-in-hand with this smug happiness though, is the guilt and sense of neglected responsibility. I mean, these people are counting on me - I can't just keep letting them down, day after day. I feel guilt. Remorse. Anxiety. Sadness. Also, Sarah demands photos.
Obviously, I gotta get posting.
So! Here's what's been happening in Nawlins recently:
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...
...
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No. There is too much - lemme sum up:
JULY-PRESENT = busy.
Here are some photos of the hostel:
We've been super happy to have lots of friends and family come and visit us in the 3.5 months since we arrived (only 3?), but it also took us at least the first 2 months before we felt comfortable in our job. Things are running smoothly now, and a happy little rhythm has settled in, it seems.
Recently, I've been spending my time volunteering for the New Orleans Film Festival and also wracking my brain to try to imagine what surprise Adam has planned for my birthday. He's been super tight-lipped about it, while being careful to mention it frequently and tease me to insanity over it.
Anna loves surprises. But Anna is also very very curious/nosy. These two characteristics don't always mix well. So far, I have succeeded in resisting the temptation to hack into his gmail account and read through his messages looking for clues (I won't do it, baby, promise).
In the past, Adam has usually let more clues and hints drop than he has this time, which makes me REALLY CURIOUS. He even paid for "it" by CHECK, with our OLD bank account which we aren't currently using, so there would be no way for me to accidentally stumble across revelatory information. This is really sneaky of him, although he still had to ask me where those checks were.
A check, though? What on earth could this surprise be?
Lessons of some sort?
A (short) trip?
Scavenger hunt? - we haven't indulged in one of those in a while, but it doesn't exactly explain the check...
A pony?
I'll report back after the 25th. After which I will be 25, by the way - my "magical" BD, as my 2 red-headed cousins once explained to me.
Life is very exciting these days.
Almost as exciting as three alligators going for the same chunk of chicken.
P.s. Frankly, most of the fun of any of his surprises is the anticipation for me, so I'm already in love with my BD gift. Shoot, he could take me salsa dancing at the club down the road, and I'd have already gotten the main part of my gift. :)
This makes me feel very happy and very guilty. Kinda like how I felt after reading the melodramatic email I got from the ever-encouraging Sarah a while back :
"21 days of looking for an update on your blog.
21 days of sorrow.
21 days of pouting.
21 days of thinking of you."
HA!
She checks my blog every day!
She wants more!
She loves me!
I'm practically famous!
This is a lovely feeling for a bloggess. Even being called lousy is a semi-compliment, because it means someone is paying enough attention to your blog to notice how lousy you're being.
Hand-in-hand with this smug happiness though, is the guilt and sense of neglected responsibility. I mean, these people are counting on me - I can't just keep letting them down, day after day. I feel guilt. Remorse. Anxiety. Sadness. Also, Sarah demands photos.
Obviously, I gotta get posting.
So! Here's what's been happening in Nawlins recently:
...
...
...
...
No. There is too much - lemme sum up:
JULY-PRESENT = busy.
Here are some photos of the hostel:
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| Front door at night |
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| The messy office |
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| Kitchen |
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| Outdoor patio with pool table |
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| Bourbon House! |
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| Our little loft |
We've been super happy to have lots of friends and family come and visit us in the 3.5 months since we arrived (only 3?), but it also took us at least the first 2 months before we felt comfortable in our job. Things are running smoothly now, and a happy little rhythm has settled in, it seems.
Recently, I've been spending my time volunteering for the New Orleans Film Festival and also wracking my brain to try to imagine what surprise Adam has planned for my birthday. He's been super tight-lipped about it, while being careful to mention it frequently and tease me to insanity over it.
Anna loves surprises. But Anna is also very very curious/nosy. These two characteristics don't always mix well. So far, I have succeeded in resisting the temptation to hack into his gmail account and read through his messages looking for clues (I won't do it, baby, promise).
In the past, Adam has usually let more clues and hints drop than he has this time, which makes me REALLY CURIOUS. He even paid for "it" by CHECK, with our OLD bank account which we aren't currently using, so there would be no way for me to accidentally stumble across revelatory information. This is really sneaky of him, although he still had to ask me where those checks were.
A check, though? What on earth could this surprise be?
Lessons of some sort?
A (short) trip?
Scavenger hunt? - we haven't indulged in one of those in a while, but it doesn't exactly explain the check...
A pony?
I'll report back after the 25th. After which I will be 25, by the way - my "magical" BD, as my 2 red-headed cousins once explained to me.
Life is very exciting these days.
Almost as exciting as three alligators going for the same chunk of chicken.
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| Get dat meat! |
P.s. Frankly, most of the fun of any of his surprises is the anticipation for me, so I'm already in love with my BD gift. Shoot, he could take me salsa dancing at the club down the road, and I'd have already gotten the main part of my gift. :)
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