Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Aren't they egg-cellent?
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Spring had finally sprung -- temperatures had warmed with the sun shinning bright. What to do? Wally and I still feeling the sting from a fight the previous day were both in the "I don't know mode." I think we both realized at the same time that spring days like this don't come by very often in April that we needed to forget about what could have been and focus on the day.
We decided to head down the shore to Point Pleasant, along with about everyone else in the state that had the same bright idea. While there were plenty of cars on the road, we kept a steady pace and got to our destination in little over an hour. When we pulled into town, we knew that we would never find parking but with a little searching and willingness to walk we found FREE parking (a rare feat on the Jersey Shore). The day couldn't get any better, right? Wrong! In fact, it just got better and better.
Heading straight to the boardwalk, Wally and I both decided it was time to allow Ben to enjoy his first amusement ride alone. Up until this point, it was Ben and/or Mom/Dad riding shotgun with Ben in pink elephants and convoy trucks. This time Ben would ride alone. His first ride? Why friendly little Nemo -- who doesn't look so friendly when it is your only child's first "alone" ride. But Ben was cool, much cooler than his Mom and Dad.
Ben enjoyed more rides alone but did ride the pink elephants with Mom -- it was too high for a two year old by himself (at least by these parent's standards). Not only did we eat some fattening boardwalk food (pizza and fries) but we also only ate for $7 -- yes, a slight miscalculation may have been made on the counter girls part but who was Wally to correct her math. After a delicious and cheap lunch, we headed to the beach where Ben threw shells in the ocean and dodged oncoming waves that were reaching the shore.
Finally, it was time to head home but not without winning a prize. We tried our luck at ring toss where a guy was walking away with an electric guitar -- we walked away with an empty bucket. Next, I decided to try and beat a few water gun balloon racers. And beat them I did! Broken wrist and all. While they were only five and four, I still won and Ben left with a miniature doberman pincher. During the ride home, Ben, Wally and I tried out a few names on the new dog. Lots were rejected and we ended up with doggie. However, what we really ended up with, as I looked at the back at my sleeping son and happy husband, was a not the day we expected but better.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
On Monday, when I came back to work, I was surprised by the most amazing bouquet of flowers. From Wally right? No from my client who obviously loves me more than my husband.
As the weeks went on and I still didn't receive a proper "I'm sorry gift," I took matters into my own hands. When we were out at the mall getting some spring/summer clothes for my son, I pulled out my list of small designer wristlets I wanted to purchase. I marched Wally into Gucci and said which do you like better? After the decision was made, I told him to purchase the above item as a "get well" present for me. He did and the gorgeous little wristlet was sent to my office last week.
Moral of the story: If you acknowledge an accident right away with a card or flowers (without being prompted), especially one you caused, it will be cheaper for you in the end.
Monday - Flew out to LA not so bad. Couldn't sleep that night.
Tuesday - Sat in a conference room for 6 hours while the sun was shinning and the weather was perfect.
Tuesday Night - Took the redeye home to NJ so I could make a meeting at noon in my office (also to see my precious family sooner).
Wednesday 4:00 am - Woke up from a sleeping pill stupor to find that no we weren't landing just yet that there was an electrical fire on the plane. At that point, we were somewhere 2 hours outside of Newark (maybe near Chicago) and the plan was on fire. The captain told us not to worry he "believed" it was under control and oh yes he mentioned that there were plenty of airports to land in from here to Newark if need be but not to worry. Should I go back to sleep?
Wednesday 6:00 am - Hard landing. Another announcement to say the smoke was back and that we would have an "emergency escort" back to the gate just for precautionary measures. Here comes the ambulance, fire trucks and police cars.
Wednesday 10:20 am - I realize I am alive but I have missed my son's first dentist visit. Time to lie to the dentist.
Wednesday Noon - Now being told that we didn't get a big piece of business I worked my as* off on and that this new plan for another client stinks. Glad I came in.
Thursday through Friday - Much of the same.
Saturday 2:30 pm - Wally breaks my wrist (first broken bone in life) and gives me whiplash and sprained shoulder via an indoor playground bullying incident.
Saturday Midnight - Glad the week is over but won't actually find out about extent of the injuries until my two emergency room visits the following week....the fun continued.