Tomorrow morning at 7:30 am (not 2:30 am, not 4am, we're talking truly function-able, livable hours here), I will start my new position as Baker for a very large Country Club in Raleigh, NC. Yay for work! Yay Yay for work that doesn't start in the middle of the night!
More info to come, for now it's sleep time.
~Christie
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Happy 4th of July Eve!
Happy 4th of July Eve!
How come only Christmas and New Years get Eves?
Phil and I went to the beach today.
The fact that we now live in North Carolina, and therefore a mere 2 hour drive east would find us at the Atlantic coastline, should not cause one to draw the assumption that us saying "we went to the beach" means we made that drive, any more than one should assume that because we previously lived in Illinois means that we subsequently spent a lot of time in Chicago.
We basically moved here from Minnesota, and to us, especially Phil who has yet to even lay eyes on an ocean, going to the beach means we went to a lake.
Why did we go to a lake when the "real" beach is so much within reach? you may ask.
Well... honestly it was a crap-shoot on whether or not our car would get us back home or not.
And who wants to celebrate freedom on the side of the freeway, or worse...?
Fortunately for us the beach was very nice, and despite the $6 parking fee and the vast enourmousness of this lake, it was much like the familiar beaches of the far north.
Now we both have a lovely fire engine glow about us. Well... mostly just me, because we all know that after a full day of sun, I end up looking like I narrowly escaped a forest fire, and Phil just looks more exotic. I am a lucky girl :)
Now we are off to get my bronzed and chizzled Phil fitted for a tux.
Wishing everyone a fabulous and safe holiday weekend!
~Chrisite
How come only Christmas and New Years get Eves?
Phil and I went to the beach today.
The fact that we now live in North Carolina, and therefore a mere 2 hour drive east would find us at the Atlantic coastline, should not cause one to draw the assumption that us saying "we went to the beach" means we made that drive, any more than one should assume that because we previously lived in Illinois means that we subsequently spent a lot of time in Chicago.
We basically moved here from Minnesota, and to us, especially Phil who has yet to even lay eyes on an ocean, going to the beach means we went to a lake.
Why did we go to a lake when the "real" beach is so much within reach? you may ask.
Well... honestly it was a crap-shoot on whether or not our car would get us back home or not.
And who wants to celebrate freedom on the side of the freeway, or worse...?
Fortunately for us the beach was very nice, and despite the $6 parking fee and the vast enourmousness of this lake, it was much like the familiar beaches of the far north.
Now we both have a lovely fire engine glow about us. Well... mostly just me, because we all know that after a full day of sun, I end up looking like I narrowly escaped a forest fire, and Phil just looks more exotic. I am a lucky girl :)
Now we are off to get my bronzed and chizzled Phil fitted for a tux.
Wishing everyone a fabulous and safe holiday weekend!
~Chrisite
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Im a Chef not a Computer Programer / picture of downtown
I have a hard time spending too much time on the computer, no matter what it is that I'm working on or looking at. Even Facebook stalking wears away at my brain after about an hour or so and I just have to walk away and do something non-technological.
Like today for instance when from 9 am to 1:30 pm my face was glued to this little glowing screen as I went through ALL (well I have to be honest here I didn't even touch the wedding folder) of our pictures, re-naming and re-filing whenever necessary. After four hours of screen oogling, I had to go outside and walk around.
I realize this makes me some kind of light weight, and I'm o.k. with that. I respect and appreciate the ability of some people (my husband included) to work on a computer throughout their entire work day. Someone has got to be able to do it or honestly the world as we now know it would probably fall apart. Now what I really don't understand is how those people who work on their computers all day in the office, can come home and "unwind" by checking their email and surfing the web (again my husband included). On the other hand, it completely makes sense when I get home from 8 hours on my feet in the kitchen and I decide that we need to bring a homemade dessert to small group, and thus proceed to unwind from my day by making a fresh pan of brownies... Touché...
We have now arrived at the point in this post where I share a picture with you that I took this evening on a night time picture taking extravaganza with my wonderful husband.
Goodnight,
Christie
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