Written by Rob came down with it last week. The cough was chest rattling and he felt terrible. Now it’s my turn. The congestion. Ugh. I had something a few weeks ago but this is now something different. Sucks! We are not fun to be around today.
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Slammed
I’m not quite sure where the time has gone this January but I know a lot of it has been taken up with work. Rob’s been crazy busy with clients and I’m still plugging away at the Salvation Army site. We occasionally take a half-day off now and again but lately it’s been a lot of working 7 days a week to get caught up. Even then, there doesn’t seem to be enough time in the day.
Last week, we drove over to Sunnyvale to have dinner with our friend, Jen and her family. We had a great time, talked a bit of business and it became really apparent that Jen’s daughter LOVES me. Of course the feeling is mutual because she is beyond cute. If I thought Jen wouldn’t notice, I would totally steal Katie.
Other highlights of the weeks past:
- cleaning and rearranging our office so Rob and I are no longer banging chairs when we work. It’s really hard to find time to clean the office when we both spend so much time sitting here working. Saturday, I insisted we spend time incorporating stuff from my classroom that was living in the garage and could be used in the office, shred everything in our overflowing shred box, dust, rearrange our desk configuration. It took the entire day because things like that around here just do.
- photo shoot with Aaron Draper for Salvation Army’s preschool. We’ve kept busy doing work with and for Aaron over the last month and mostly, I’m so grateful that he agreed to do the photography for this website job. Everything he’s done has been great and given the website a look that amateur photography can’t.
- drive over to Carmel for dinner
Sorry for the list but there’s not really much exciting going on here. Just busy and totally uninteresting, which all things considering, is a pretty nice way to be.
Larry
A few weeks ago, we drove out to some family friends and picked up firewood. They have acres of almonds and walnuts and let us come get firewood, as they can’t possibly burn all they have. So we loaded up the back of the SUV as full as we could and came home to load the wood rack. As we unloaded, we came across a few unwelcome visitors, mostly spiders. But there was one determined hanger-on.
I flipped the backseat down and there he was. In all his 4 legged, web-footed glory.
Being the normal girl I am, I screamed a bit and told Rob to “GET IT!!” The lizard was faster than either of us were and scurried up under the gas pedal where apparently a world of warmth and safety awaited him. I refused to drive the car until we found him and got him out of the car.
The next morning, we left to pick up Chris at the airport. I told to Rob in all seriousness, “If that lizard crawls on me while we’re driving, you better be ready to meet Jesus because we’re both gonna die in a tragic lizard-induced car accident.” He thought I was joking. Nope. Not joking. HATE. LIZARDS. No sign of the lizard on the way to Sacramento or on the way home but he made a brief appearance that night when we arrived home and went to unload the car. Chris spotted him in the cargo area of the car and that cursed lizard scampered away to safety to parts unknown. I hope he’ll send a postcard from wherever he went.
Yesterday, we drove out to Carmel for the afternoon. We were just driving through Marina when something FLEW up off the floorboard and onto Rob’s lap. He flinched and it went flying. I screamed, “WHAT WAS THAT?? THAT better not be that damn lizard!” and pulled the car off the freeway. We searched for him, trying to scare it toward open doors. Yes, I am a huge sissy. We made brief sightings of the lizard and STILL, he has yet to be captured. He’s been living in our car for 2 weeks and vanishes.
I GIVE UP, LIZARD. Now we shall call you Larry and you will be our pet in the car. We now have one very large dog, 2 indoor cats, one outdoor cat that’s not even ours but we feed and shelter in the garage, and a lizard in the car. However, the lizard can get his own damn food.