Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Isn't this cute? Do you get it? OK here, maybe this helps:
I saw these beer bottles (separately) in Croatia and thought, "What a great picture that would be. I need to get some of those bottles." Only the opportunity didn't present itself to buy both of them and we came back from Croatia with just one - the "Karlo" one. How sad and lonely. But last week in Atlanta I happened to notice the "Paula" beer on the menu. I had to have it. Truth be told, the beer was terrible. It is wheat based and tasted awful. I had to throw half of it out. But that was OK. I really only wanted the bottle. I smuggled it out of the restaurant and now I'm happy. I have my Croatian Karlo beer finally joined with the German Paula beer on one of our "shelves of the world." Yes, technically the Paula beer came from Atlanta, but let's pretend I actually brought it back from Croatia or Germany, shall we?
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
My genius husband won himself a new iTouch. It’s even engraved on the back. Take a look:
He used his freakish talents in the multiaxis world to score this new little gadget. Who knew that his multiaxis knowledge would ever be useful in this way? When Karlo called me to tell me about his big score all I could picture was this:
I spent some time last night playing with it. I loaded some songs, pictures and contacts (MY contacts of course). I marveled at how cool this little gadget is. I dazzled Karlo by showing him the maps and how you can watch YouTube videos in a flash. I can definitely see where this thing rocks when you’re stuck at an airport (that has free wifi) and you’re bored out of your mind. But on the other hand, it wasn’t all that intuitive to load the info on it, it forces you to use iTunes, and without free wifi it’s really nothing more than an mp3 player, picture viewer, address book and calendar. My Palm LifeDrive does all those things and in addition it has games and useful apps on it. I’m betting I can buy some apps for this iTouch. I can’t imagine that Apple wouldn’t love to sell you more stuff. It will be interesting to see how much we use this shiny new toy. I think maybe Apple made these things just to get you hooked on the coolness so you have no choice but to buy the real thing . . . the iPhone.
Monday, August 25, 2008
As I sat on the Roncari shuttle bus, anxious to get home, my mind suddenly went from walking in my front door to greet Karlo and the dogs to . . . my car. I thought, “Holy cow, I can’t wait to drive my car home!” My heart actually fluttered as we drove into the Roncari parking lot and I craned my neck trying to catch a glimpse of my beautiful car. I peered and peered for it, but finally resolved myself to the fact that it must be too small to be seen and was hiding behind some SUV. Oh well, within minutes I’ll be sitting behind the wheel. But after I paid for the week of parking and ran out to greet my car I realized that everybody else drove off and Coop was nowhere to be found. I stood there on the curb, all alone —just me and my hot pink suitcase, wondering where Coop was. Did some young car attendant fall in love with it and steal it?
Eventually the friendly attendant felt sorry for me and went to hunt down my car. I big smile came across my face as I saw it pull up. I just couldn’t wait to jump in. The commute from the airport is now at least an hour and I loved every second of it. It’s so good to be back!
Saturday, August 23, 2008
I think I'll spend most of my show time today dreaming up things I'll make with our new router at home. After all, this is the biggest woodworking show in the country. It should inspire me with some creative ideas.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
And in the spirit of the Olympics, I took a few strolls through the Olympic Park.
I even had time to go back to my hotel and lounge by the pool. Hey, maybe this day wasn't so bad after all. I lounged and read my water-logged book. After glancing at my watch I realized that Oprah was on and I haven't taken the time to watch Oprah in ages. Yipppe. I ran back to my room, turned on the TV, got settled on the bed and got the dreaded phone call that I was needed back at the show floor. uuuugh. There went Oprah and here comes a 20 minute (one way) walk in the afternoon city heat. Nothing is worse than city heat. The heat coming off the asphalt is only half of it. In addition to that you have the exhausts of all the traffic zipping by mere inches from your legs and random huge exhaust vents pumping hot air onto the sidewalk (as if all the other hot humid air wasn't enough). Did I mention that I don't like cities?
If I ever complain about my 15 mile drive to go buy a loaf of bread please remind me how much I love living in the middle of the woods.
So here’s the story of my travel day. I got to the airport nice and early – no stress there. The plane boarded and took off on time. That was too good to be true. Then we got to my connection city, Philly, and the notoriously congested airport was chaotic. We circled in the air for a good 25 minutes until we finally got clearance to land. Yeah. We’re already 25 minutes late and I only have a one hour layover. At this point I might be in danger of not having time to grab some dinner. And by the way, I didn’t get so much as one peanut or one pretzel on the plane. I had to pay $2 for my ginger ale and I really thought that purchase might score me a small bag of peanuts, but no such luck.
We are now on the ground, but there seemed to be a problem finding an available gate. So we sit there and wait. And wait some more. OK, now this is starting to get stressful. Nearly 30 minutes later the pilot announces that a gate just opened. This would literally leave me five minutes to make my connection. Luckily the plane was tiny and I was in the 10th row. I made it out with less than two minutes to spare. I made a mad dash sprint to my connecting gate, which thank God, was only five gates down from where we landed. I made it. No dinner, but all was well.
That plane was now delayed as we waited for baggage to get loaded. Cool, that MUST be MY bag we are all waiting for. Come to find out later that was wishful thinking. I sat down and settled in to what I hoped would be a relaxing flight. I opened my backpack, reached in for my book and found a soaking wet book. Oh my Lord, what happened? In my mad dash sprint to the gate, my water bottle popped open and 15 ounces of water poured into my backpack. Not only did I have a brand new book, but a journal that contained the first couple chapters of MY book . . . . and my beloved new MacBook Pro. I pulled the laptop out and water poured out of it. My heart sank into my toes. But there was nothing I could do for the next few hours.
I got to my room after 10PM, hungry, tired and with no luggage. All I could do was immediately turn on my computer and see what happens. The first thing I notice is the screen is pretty much destroyed. But it fired up so it wasn’t a total loss. However, none of the applications would start. My next course of action: call Karlo and cry.
After tossing and turning all night, worrying about my computer and how I would explain this accident, I had to get up early and run down to the convention center to bust my butt for 9 straight hours. I won’t even bore you with those details. On the brighter note, after taking a hairdryer to my computer for 15 minutes last night, it did fire up and the apps work today. I’m thanking my lucky stars for that. Perhaps I can just get away with a new screen. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Because I'm getting ripped off this weekend I decided to take Friday off. It was great. I did nothing productive at all. I expected rain, but was thrilled when the sun was out for most of the day. I hung out on the deck, read magazines, played with my dogs, just simply relaxed. I so needed that mental vacation. It was nice to spend some good quality time with myself.
Today I tried to spend some good quality time with Karlo. We started off the morning talking to the wood stove salesman that was nice enough to come out to our house. We wanted to order the biggest stove we could possibly fit to keep this house as toasty as possible without oil this winter. The stove is now ordered and we can finally rest knowing that it will be installed before the cold weather starts. After that it was time to test out our new bike route. The weather stayed perfect for our entire three hour ride and it was awesome. I would SWEAR that we rode all the way to Vermont or New Hampshire. I still can't get over how spectacularly beautiful it is out here. Love it. Actually, we loved it so much we went out for more after lunch, only this time with the help of a motor.
And now I'm all packed up and getting sadder by the minute. Tomorrow afternoon I take off (all alone) for Atlanta. Not the most ideal destination for mid-August. Drat. Not that it matters much because I'll be working 10 hour days, in the air conditioning. I'm bringing Mac and hopefully I'll find some time to blog so that I can complain publicly about my crappy week. I bet you can't wait for that . . .
Thursday, August 14, 2008
I didn’t really get to enjoy my short craft shopping. I was on a mission to get some fabric to make ‘slip covers’ for our multiple dog beds. You know, these pets of mine sure are causing me a lot of work. Not sure when I’ll find the time to sew the slip covers, but at least we got the nursery all set up. And that was no easy task. Our tank is about an inch thick so Karlo had to do some crafty tricks to get it in there. But he did and now the guppy is safe and sound in fresh water. I wish I had a web cam set up on the tank so I can watch him/her grow next week . . . and monitor the care that Karlo will be providing.
Oh, and did you know that baby guppies are called ‘fry?’ I hope Karlo doesn’t get any ideas while I’m gone and use Gup for a pizza topping.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Then there’s the lesson that I should never leave food or drink unattended anywhere in the house. Karlo has an amazing extra sensory for anything edible or drinkable. (Is that a real word?) I can leave a can of seltzer on the counter and he will come up from the basement, drink it, and return to the basement without me even knowing. Then when I stroll back into the kitchen to get my drink, it’s gone. Do you have any idea how annoying this is? I have successfully trained two dogs not to swipe food off the counter and coffee table. Why can't I train my husband? Hmmmm, maybe I should buy another zapping collar.
Last night I prepared a small bowl of grapes for myself. This was going to be my special little treat during the Olympics. I washed them and set them aside for later. No big surprise what happened there. Uuuuugh, I could smack him. It is physically impossible for him to be exposed to food and not eat it. I decided to take revenge on his bowl of ice cream. I gobbled down as much as I could, risking the inevitable stomachache, for no other reason but to eat HIS food. That should teach him a lesson! ( . . . as I curled up in pain from the stomachache). Who should have learned the lesson there????? I give up.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
So we devised a plan to save the guppy. We got a plastic zip lock bag and somehow managed to maneuver it in that tiny 2 inch thick tank, to not only fill the bag with water, but catch the little bugger in the process. So now "Gup" is swimming safely around in his own little tank. I even threw in some gravel to make it feel more homey. I am praying that it survives – especially under Karlo's care while I'm away. I wonder if caring for my newborn guppy is grounds to get me out of this upcoming business trip . . .
Sunday, August 10, 2008
So we tried to make the most of this weekend. We met some new biking friends that live in Eastford and accompanied them on a fantastic 40 mile route through Woodstock. It was so beautiful - the scenery, the weather, the company. It was the definition of the perfect ride. And Paula didn't bring her camera. uuuugh.
We had enough time left in the day to actually enjoy our house. We lounged on the deck, we took the dogs for a hike, I swung on my rubber horse, Karlo played with his bow and arrows. Life was great. We even took Coop out for a spin to grab dinner. And I ended the night watching the Olympic beach volleyball on TV. Pure bliss.
On Sunday we did something that I always wanted to do. At Zion National Park there is a trail called "The Narrows." It is nothing more than a shallow swift running river and the so called trail takes you straight upstream. The challenge of the slippery rocks and the swift running water makes it quite interesting. We reenacted this trail in our own backyard!
Here's me and Peanut navigating our way through the shallowest water:
But wait . . . Ginger looked different. She was very . . . lets say "puffy," when we got her. I took a picture when I first dropped her into the tank. I would say she looks down right pregnant. Wouldn't you?
And not too long after flushing Fred, I went back to check on my tank and low and behold, there are tiny little baby guppies swimming around. I could spot 4 of them all together. I just couldn't believe my eyes. I went from getting ripped off to having 4 bonus fish. Now I know the chances of any of them surviving are slim, seeing as the rest of those evil fish are trying to eat the babies. I wonder if there is something I can do to ensure their survival. I fear there's not and this story will also have an unhappy ending. Sometimes I wonder why I own fish. Seems to be one disappointment after another. Pray for my guppy babies!
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Karlo and I planned to go out dancing this evening. I was so excited. I wore the perfect outfit (layers) for outdoor nighttime dancing and planned our entire evening out. Since we had to drive to Hartford to dance, I thought we would kill a few hours shopping and dining in Manchester. I had a long list of errands to run and was looking forward of an evening with Karlo. So far I lost him to the woods and his chainsaw every night this week.
So you can imagine how disappointed I was to get the email that announced the dance was canceled. Apparently the crazy storms last night caused the CT River to swell so much that the park was flooded. Sigh. There went my fun night. So as a consolation prize, Karlo took me to the pet store to buy some new fish. I lost my male guppy weeks ago and getting to a pet store within an hour of getting home almost never happens. So we got my fish and I was happy. This time I bought a male and a female. A cute little couple.
I held them carefully on the drive home. I peered into their tiny little eyes and waited for names to pop into my head. I decided to name the couple Fred & Ginger. They are my dancing fish and they are beautiful. I tried really hard to get some pictures of them, but the pics didn't do them justice. I immediately bonded with my new fish, as I always do, and worried for the rest of the ride that Karlo's bad driving was going to make them sea sick. Hence the big debate of whether or not fish can get sea sick. I still think they can. ANYTHING can get sea sick with Karlo's driving!
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
What better time for some comic relief? I adore Jeff Dunham so much and I recently bought two of his videos. I swear I can watch them every night and never stop laughing. You might not recognize his name, but I’m betting you heard of Achmed the Dead Terrorist. “Silence . . . I keel you!” OK, perhaps you think I’m crazy at this point. Just watch this:
Check out his web site at www.jeffdunham.com for more info on Jeff and his other hilarious characters. If you have a bad day, just jump on YouTube and search for him. Most of the performance videos are up there. They are all sure to give you a good laugh, over and over.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Sunday, August 3, 2008
I hate this feeling. Our vacation is coming to an end and I’m not happy about it. What a blissful week of not dealing with work and Karlo’s book (which by the way is officially done). We got the proofs from the printer during vacation. Not the most ideal situation, but luckily everything went OK and didn’t cause any undue stress. We actually lounged by the pool and proofed all the pages. It was actually kind of nice that we signed off on it during vacation and feel that immense sense of relief.
Coming home from vacation on a Friday was the best. We had a week of vacation plus a long weekend. Ahhhhhhhhhh. This weekend we managed to go kayaking, biking, hiking and took a great motorcycle ride . . . to the outlet stores . . . where I got new clothes. I wish every weekend was just like this one.
Here’s some pics from today’s ride:
But reality is now setting in. It’s time to go iron my clothes and get ready for the work week. It’s a good thing that Karlo and I work together and he will drag me to the office tomorrow. I have zero motivation to go. I can’t even imagine what this would be like if I didn’t love my job. Sigh.