That’s right, folks, more photos from my phone’s brain for you. Enjoy!
These next two are from that Bridal thing Geoff and I went to at Bloomingdale’s. Um, needless to say we didn’t register for them. The first one elicited a comment from Geoff along the lines of, “I guess that is what Elrond would serve his salads out of?”
Gratuitous adorable pictures of Thumbelina napping. On Scratch’s head. Heh.
And finally, pictures from a trip outside yesterday with the “puppehs.”
And that’s it, folks. Hope you enjoyed the photos.
This whole getting married this is supposed to be complicated. At least, when you have the large-ish church wedding with the cast of thousands. I get that. That being said I have yet to buy a wedding magazine or leaf through any of the GIANT magazines that I have received “complimentary subscriptions” to in the mail. (Seriously, you get amazing amounts of crap once any wedding vendor gets your name.)
What Geoff and I have done, among other things, is set up a wedding registry. Or, rather, several registries. Basically, I picked out a couple of things that were important to me and let him, with some power of veto, pick out the rest. We set up registries on Amazon.com, Bloomingdale’s, and Macy’s. What I did not anticipate was having to regularly visit said registries and maintain them. Apparently, vendors like to play games with availability of the stuff that they offer up for registries. So, that really cool thing that you actually need? It may just up and be unavailable for no particular reason with no instock date in sight. So, you have to check in regularly and then edit as necessary. This is kind of a pain, but we have gotten used to it.
The nice part about this is that we were invited to Bloomingdale’s for a “Couple’s Night Out” registry party. Having never been to one, and because they’d feed us for free, we decided to go. The food wasn’t bad, the mocktails were excellent, and once the presentation was over, there was a **competition**. As couples, we basically got to run all over the tabletop department and come up with our coolest place setting and then set it up for judging. There were actual prizes. Granted, they were tacky champagne flutes which we didn’t need and I knew that at the time. But, that wasn’t the point. I wanted to win solely for the point of winning.
We didn’t win. Which, in the end, was probably a good thing since the last thing I need is more clutter and wedding related crap in the house. But a took a picture of our cool place setting in its fancy pink-ness. Here it is.
Anyway, we had fun while at Bloomingdale’s. We did actually learn some stuff, and we met our “Registry Consultant.” Basically, she’s the person that you folks can call if you want to get us something and you are 1) not internet savvy, 2) out of state, 3) out of the country and don’t know how to get something to us without all the stupid international mail and taxes and snafus and whatnot, or 4) don’t have one of the bricks and mortar stores near you. We’re apparently allowed to put her name up and post her info, so here it is. Fabulous Bloomingdale’s lady is Claudia Askew 617.630.6044 She was very personable and nice to us at the party and the customer service the night of was fabulous (aside from the fact that we didn’t win…)
We may go to one of the same type of parties thrown by Macy’s at some point in the future. Or we may not. We’ve pretty much picked out everything we need at this point. (And no, we didn’t do this.) Now we just have to hope that everything stays in stock till the big day. And now for those wedding magazines… anyone need any reading material for the bathroom?
Geoff here – in addition to all of the literal snow we got, it seems that in the last couple of days suddenly Kelly and I are being snowed under with good news regarding our job searches. Now suddenly I have three different possibilities, all of them paying considerably more than I used to make when I worked for Lockheed Martin. One of them just interviewed me and wants another interview, one is VERY excited to talk to me because they need an ISSO (i.e. what I did for several years), and of course there is the university job that I really want. And Kelly has also gotten several more tantalizing calls that were essentially interviews, including one today that went really well. It would be great if we knew soon that at least one of us was going to be working again.
So keep your fingers crossed and hopefully we will (FINALLY) have something definitive soon!
So, as some of you may have heard, and others experienced firsthand, we have a lot of snow this winter. Like, a ludicrous amount.
Naturally, this requires that we take pictures.
As you may have noticed in our last round of snow photos, our dogs are rather big wimps when it comes to snow. Or rain. Or mist. Pretty much anything that falls from the sky makes them upset. Our youngest, and perhaps craziest animal, Scratch, however, has no such compunction. Scratch, originally a barn cat/foundling from Alabama, will literally wade through chest deep snow, burrow into snow banks, and wallow around in it until he gets cold. The fact that he’s wet doesn’t even seem to register.
And so I present to you, Scratch in the snow, both in front and in back of our home. There is chest deep-ish snow in in the back yard where we haven’t shoveled all winter and where I had to shove the door to even get it open wide enough to get out the door with him. You may notice the distinct lack of doggie footprints. Remember I said they were wimps? Yeah, that. Anyway, here’s Scratch in the backyard.
And here are the photos from the front of the house.
We’ll be posting some photos to Boston.com. If they get added to the storm album we’ll link it up here.
Among other ways, this little gem popped up on Boston.com today. If you work for an organization that publishes a 44-page dress code, something is seriously wrong. I know the economic downturn has been an opportunity for employers to demand more from employees while paying less, to expect higher productivity and longer hours while offering fewer incentives. But I’ll tell you this, if I EVER work for an employer who cares about the color underwear I wear to work? I am quitting. Immediately. And so should you.