Sasquatch weighs 66 pounds today.
I have given out almost 800 business cards since August.
Travis and I will celebrate 2 years of marraige on Tuesday.
I get to spend the next 10 months at home with my family.
The same airline lost my bag 3 times this travel season.
Forecasted temperature this Monday: Low 10, High 23.
And time continues to march on!
UPDATE: Tuesday's forecast is Low 5, High 19. We Huskissons don't stand a chance!
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Post-travel expectations
Home at last. This week has been all about laundry, catching up in the office, and getting into a routine again with Travis and Sasquatch. Oh, and the FIRST SNOW. I am excited about snow like Travis was excited about the Rangers going to the World Series. Our first snow did not last, but unlike Austin, Spokane will inevitably have snow that sticks, and lots of it. I love when the world is all covered with white, clean and beautiful. We're currently in that brief time of year when the ground is covered with pine needles, the trees are bare, and Spokane really needs the snow to look clean and beautiful. So, snow, if you're listening, come again soon, and come to stay!
We are also eagerly awaiting another arrival this week: my dear friend Chelsea and her husband David are expecting a baby on Thanksgiving! I'm not sure why, but I got into the habit of praying for Chelsea and baby Jack-Jack during take-offs and landings this travel season, and now that I'm home that habit has just stuck. Chelsea and David are going to be amazing parents; come meet them soon Baby Jackson!
Other things eagerly awaited:
Speaking of two of those three things: mom and dad, is my copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows at your house?
We are also eagerly awaiting another arrival this week: my dear friend Chelsea and her husband David are expecting a baby on Thanksgiving! I'm not sure why, but I got into the habit of praying for Chelsea and baby Jack-Jack during take-offs and landings this travel season, and now that I'm home that habit has just stuck. Chelsea and David are going to be amazing parents; come meet them soon Baby Jackson!
Other things eagerly awaited:
- Thanksgiving with our Indianola family next week.
- An awesome job for my awesome husband
- The last Harry Potter movie. I know, I know, but part 1 ended RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE of the book. Try as they might, The Deathly Hallows Part 1 does not work on as a stand-alone. I am ready to see the second half!
Speaking of two of those three things: mom and dad, is my copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows at your house?
Living in Potter-land
On Thursday night we went to my seventh midnight Harry Potter premiere. At this point, going at midnight was more about maintaining the streak than anything else since 1) my schedule has changed since college, and it no longer feels natural or fun to stay up until 3:30 am, and 2) I have gained just enough patience in the last few years to wait 18 more hours to see a movie after work the next day. And let's add to the list of reasons why the midnight showing was probably not necessary both 3) Travis really wasn't stoked about staying up for it and 4) the theater was bound (and proved) to be full of high-schoolers and people dressed as house-elves. Actually the house-elf costumes were pretty clever, but you get my drift. With all these reasons against the plan, it was sheer stubbornness that made it happen, (and the fact that Travis found out two of our friends were going as well; Travis loves any time spent with friends).
Turns out it was really fun (for me at least- have I mentioned Travis hasn't read the book?), and it proved to be much easier than I anticipated to get up at 6:30 the next morning for work. It helps that my job isn't really tiring, I guess, at least it isn't tiring when I'm not traveling. On a related note, did you know it was possible to have a job that wasn't exhausting? I certainly didn't. Every job I've had up until this point required much more standing and running around than it did sitting in front of a computer, and the examples I've had from my parents have only served to reinforce the idea that work is hard. Work is work, and you come home tired. But now I know that there are millions of people who sit all day. These are the people, I imagine, who have the energy to go out late at night on a Thursday dressed up as a Slytherin, or on a Friday to go clubbing. (I don't think there's a proper way to convey the way clubbing sounds in my mental voice. Give a nice big pause before it, then a shudder, and I think you'll have an approximate).
Back to topic. The reason I was thinking about Harry Potter this afternoon is because Sasquatch and I were spending some time out in our yard, and I realized that we have a little (and by little I mean big) reminder of the Harry Potter in our back yard. Travis and I have our own Whomping Willow.
First off, let it be said that our tree is not a willow, and it does not (that I'm aware of) come to life and club people into running for the hills. But there is potential there. Were there to be a magical enchantment on this tree, I think it would perform admirably well at scaring away the neighbors and any rogue flying cars. It has knots, gnarled branches, and even a few hundred inch-long thorns.
When Travis and I first moved in, we tried to convince ourselves that the tree was mostly not on our property. It wasn't that we thought about it; it was just instinct to try and shirk the monstrosity off on the neighbors. There is a sweet little swing hanging from one side, but it's like a wolf that, instead of taking the time to put on sheep's clothing, just put on the sheep's sock and called it good.
See for yourself, in these really dark and terrible iPhone photos:
So there you have it, magic in our backyard! Or you could see it as just a really ugly tree, but I'm a glass-so-full-it's-brimming-over type optimist.
Turns out it was really fun (for me at least- have I mentioned Travis hasn't read the book?), and it proved to be much easier than I anticipated to get up at 6:30 the next morning for work. It helps that my job isn't really tiring, I guess, at least it isn't tiring when I'm not traveling. On a related note, did you know it was possible to have a job that wasn't exhausting? I certainly didn't. Every job I've had up until this point required much more standing and running around than it did sitting in front of a computer, and the examples I've had from my parents have only served to reinforce the idea that work is hard. Work is work, and you come home tired. But now I know that there are millions of people who sit all day. These are the people, I imagine, who have the energy to go out late at night on a Thursday dressed up as a Slytherin, or on a Friday to go clubbing. (I don't think there's a proper way to convey the way clubbing sounds in my mental voice. Give a nice big pause before it, then a shudder, and I think you'll have an approximate).
Back to topic. The reason I was thinking about Harry Potter this afternoon is because Sasquatch and I were spending some time out in our yard, and I realized that we have a little (and by little I mean big) reminder of the Harry Potter in our back yard. Travis and I have our own Whomping Willow.
First off, let it be said that our tree is not a willow, and it does not (that I'm aware of) come to life and club people into running for the hills. But there is potential there. Were there to be a magical enchantment on this tree, I think it would perform admirably well at scaring away the neighbors and any rogue flying cars. It has knots, gnarled branches, and even a few hundred inch-long thorns.
When Travis and I first moved in, we tried to convince ourselves that the tree was mostly not on our property. It wasn't that we thought about it; it was just instinct to try and shirk the monstrosity off on the neighbors. There is a sweet little swing hanging from one side, but it's like a wolf that, instead of taking the time to put on sheep's clothing, just put on the sheep's sock and called it good.
See for yourself, in these really dark and terrible iPhone photos:
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| Whomping Willow! |
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| Knots and gnarls |
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| Branches covered in thorns! |
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Blessing . . . in DISGUISE!
First thing's first: I hope you read "In disguise!" in your best internal melodrama voice.
Second: here's a story.
Two weeks ago I flew home to Spokane from Portland on a certain airline (name withheld to protect its identity). It was a direct flight. I had checked two bags: a work bag, and a bag with all my clothes from the last week. When I arrived in Spokane, my work bag had arrived, but not my clothes. I was stressed and nervous, since it was Friday night and I was leaving on Sunday for another trip, and didn't know if I would have time to do my laundry before I had to leave again. My bag was delivered by 10am the next morning, I had plenty of time to do laundry and re-pack, and all my worry was for naught.
One week later (this past Sunday), I was headed to Portland on another direct flight, once again on same unnamed airline. Again, I checked two bags, and again a bag was lost, but this time it was my work bag. I was glad to have my clothes, being that I was in Portland for the week and didn't have anything else to scrounge up, and that I had high schools to visit starting at 8:00 the next morning. I was stressed, though, to be missing my work bag, which included the materials I had intended to give the school counselors, my computer, and the binder with driving directions for the next week as well as the itinerary I had spent so much time typing up. After an hour or so on my aunt and uncle's computer (at which point my aunt informed me that my travel schedule could be found easily by typing my name into google- helpful to me and scary to her), I had a make-shift itinerary, as well as directions, and lo and behold, my bag arrived in the morning before I had even left for my first visit!
So tonight, when the same unnamed airline lost my bag for the third time in two weeks, I was resolved not to be stressed. The attendant at the lost baggage counter remembered me with a sympathetic smile (I am lucky to have thanked him in person last week after my bag was found the first time, for I made myself a useful friend before I knew I would be needing his help again so soon!), and guess what, ya'll? This is the blessing part of the story. When certain unnamed airline loses a bag, they give you a voucher for some miles. A few days ago I was looking at my mileage statement and lamenting that it would take at least another travel season before I had earned anything worth using toward a flight to Texas, and Travis and I have been recently disappointed that we couldn't afford to go on our own. One lost bag worth of miles wouldn't have really made a dent in the trip. Two wouldn't have done it either. But three lost bags? I don't think you can have three lost bags in two weeks without some sort of divine intervention, and three lost bags, along with the miles I've earned, is a big step toward a ticket to Texas.
In conclusion, tonight has a been a good night. I am home with my little family (for just over 24 hours), I have realized that some mountains really are molehills, and I have been given a miraculous and entirely unexpected way to help my little family visit our bigger family in Texas.
Also, if you are a representative from unnamed airline, I am happy for you to lose my bag again. It's time to work toward Travis' ticket!
Second: here's a story.
Two weeks ago I flew home to Spokane from Portland on a certain airline (name withheld to protect its identity). It was a direct flight. I had checked two bags: a work bag, and a bag with all my clothes from the last week. When I arrived in Spokane, my work bag had arrived, but not my clothes. I was stressed and nervous, since it was Friday night and I was leaving on Sunday for another trip, and didn't know if I would have time to do my laundry before I had to leave again. My bag was delivered by 10am the next morning, I had plenty of time to do laundry and re-pack, and all my worry was for naught.
One week later (this past Sunday), I was headed to Portland on another direct flight, once again on same unnamed airline. Again, I checked two bags, and again a bag was lost, but this time it was my work bag. I was glad to have my clothes, being that I was in Portland for the week and didn't have anything else to scrounge up, and that I had high schools to visit starting at 8:00 the next morning. I was stressed, though, to be missing my work bag, which included the materials I had intended to give the school counselors, my computer, and the binder with driving directions for the next week as well as the itinerary I had spent so much time typing up. After an hour or so on my aunt and uncle's computer (at which point my aunt informed me that my travel schedule could be found easily by typing my name into google- helpful to me and scary to her), I had a make-shift itinerary, as well as directions, and lo and behold, my bag arrived in the morning before I had even left for my first visit!
So tonight, when the same unnamed airline lost my bag for the third time in two weeks, I was resolved not to be stressed. The attendant at the lost baggage counter remembered me with a sympathetic smile (I am lucky to have thanked him in person last week after my bag was found the first time, for I made myself a useful friend before I knew I would be needing his help again so soon!), and guess what, ya'll? This is the blessing part of the story. When certain unnamed airline loses a bag, they give you a voucher for some miles. A few days ago I was looking at my mileage statement and lamenting that it would take at least another travel season before I had earned anything worth using toward a flight to Texas, and Travis and I have been recently disappointed that we couldn't afford to go on our own. One lost bag worth of miles wouldn't have really made a dent in the trip. Two wouldn't have done it either. But three lost bags? I don't think you can have three lost bags in two weeks without some sort of divine intervention, and three lost bags, along with the miles I've earned, is a big step toward a ticket to Texas.
In conclusion, tonight has a been a good night. I am home with my little family (for just over 24 hours), I have realized that some mountains really are molehills, and I have been given a miraculous and entirely unexpected way to help my little family visit our bigger family in Texas.
Also, if you are a representative from unnamed airline, I am happy for you to lose my bag again. It's time to work toward Travis' ticket!
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