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November 24, 2004
Ummmm
If you were a very large snail (as evidenced by the shell shards) and you were sent through the washer AND dryer, where would your guts and muscle have gone? And how the HELL do I get the dead snail smell out of my washer? {wanders off muttering something about boys and pockets and damnit and such}
Posted by DebC at 09:12 AM | Comments (5)
November 19, 2004
Yep, I'm bragging
I got this in the mail today:
Eli's reaction? He raised his eyebrows and said "so, we already know I get good grades". Turkey.
I have just survived the most stressful week I can think of in quite some time. I swear I had crap flying at me from all directions, home, family, social and work. I took out my retirement request and stroked it fondly several times. I almost licked it because I knew it would taste sweet, but that seemed a bit much, so I didn't (I reserve the right to lick it later though). This week was my first official week as the Department Head of Program Management (ooooh that sounds fancy!)- I supervise the offices of Patient Safety, Risk Management, Process Improvement and Credentials. I am still the Risk Manager for the hospital which I am still enjoying very much. The coolest part is that my resume is going to be FAT by the time I retire. I hope the VA thinks so too. It would be great to land a job like the one I already have, except as a civilian.
I checked back over my previous posts and noticed that I haven't blathered on lately about how gorgeous it is in Sicily. It is the kind of pretty that you get numb to until something REALLY pretty shocks you into realizing how we are being assaulted by beauty everyday. Today, the sunset fell on Mt Etna, highlighting the new snow in a shocking shade of Barbie™ pink. If that wasn't enough, the high winds we were having were blowing a fine mist of snow gilded with gold into the atmosphere. I laughed out loud at how ridiculously surreal it was. And no, I did not have my camera with me. This is a deficit I curse every time something interesting happens on the drive to and from work (nearly everyday). I really need to get a good shot of the sheep herding down the street. That is also cause for childish delight on my part and I have been here experiencing it for TWO YEARS!
So no matter how stressful this week has been, I can still say that *I* stopped to smell the sunset, did you?
Posted by DebC at 06:34 PM | Comments (1)
November 15, 2004
I forgot
I have a new batch of pictures for you guys. I put captions that will make it totally unecessary for me to talk about them here, hahahahaha (see how I got away with that one?).
And here are some socks that I just made for Seth. Eli's are on the needles now and Jake is next. Then, mommy gets some, woohoo!
Posted by DebC at 08:32 PM
November 08, 2004
Hey Dad, are you back?
Hey Dad, are you back from your show yet? How did it go? Are you guys freezing your butts off yet?
Grandma, I am glad that Dad and Doris got to visit with you and Bill. I would really love to get out to the camp in PA one of these days. Tell Bill we said hello.
My mom had some structural damages to her house thanks to the last hurricane but has been able to get some help from FEMA. How is everyone else's property there in FL?
We are very busy here gearing up for birthday and holiday season! Sicily is getting a might chilly but I am happy to report that it never gets stinking cold. Fall is a really nice switch from the ungodly heat we normally have during the summers. I am really not a big fan of 117 degree weather. I could never live in the States where it is like that!
Grandma, I am taking your encouragement and diving into writing a novel. You will not likely read it though. For the last four years, the month of November has been designated as National Novel Writing Month, (NaNoWriMo). It is just for fun and a way to light a fire under the buttocks of those who keep wishing they could be writers. It is actually a contest but the goal is 50,000 words written during the month of November. The writing is never even read nor judged to take the pressure off to create a masterpiece (which causes terrible procrastination and writer's block). So I signed up for it yesterday but as of this minute, I have no idea what I will be writing about. I am going to start tonight.
Along the lines of writing, Eli now has an email address. I let him use the internet about once a week. He got the email address about a month ago and so far has emailed with the next door neighbor boy (his age). Way too cute. I think he would fall over in amazement and pleasure if other people emailed him besides the neighbor boy and me. So far I have emailed him jokes about boogers. A sneaky side note to the email business is that I think it will really help him with his writing. He has an amazing grasp of language but he has struggled (as we all do) in school with grammar and spelling. I do read all of his emails before he does to make sure he isn?t getting spam or something inappropriate. I guess the real mommy struggle will be deciding when to stop reading his email. He is aware that I actively monitor his internet use and knows that I will continue to do so. His email address is iamrobopenguin@yahoo.com (and no, I did not help him pick that out, hahahahahahahaa).
Posted by DebC at 09:30 AM | Comments (3)