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“Body Lines” – Self Portrait

Tomorrow marks a few things. Tomorrow is the last day of my one-and-a-half week vacation. It also marks the day that I can pre-order my iPhone 4 (actually I’m hoping to do this by midnight tonight if at all possible). And last (but definitely not least) it marks the three-year anniversary of Simon’s arrival to the U.S. The day that I met him in person for the first time ever after knowing him for four years online. I’m taking him out to dinner to celebrate. I can’t believe it’s been three years! Part of me feels like he’s been here forever… I almost can’t imagine life without him now. But I can still remember sitting in the airport terminal, scared shitless about what would come out of those gates for me, and what it would mean for us. We had already expressed our love for each other. We already knew what we wanted to happen. But we had never actually met before that moment and it was terrifying and  exhilarating all at once.

For those who don’t know, we ended up being married six months later and we’ll be celebrating our three year anniversary this December!

I am really, really not looking forward to going back to work on Wednesday. It’s been about three years since I took a vacation, and this week and a half went by so very quickly, I feel like I’ll need another two just to recover from going back. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I hate my job. There’s just so much drama. It’s been so nice to be living relatively drama-free for the last ten days. I’m almost afraid of how I’m going to react to jumping back into things. Hopefully I’ll be able to swallow my anxiety and just ride the wave.

I am quite sad over the fact that I didn’t take my vacation as an opportunity to photograph more. There’s so much I want to do/try… but really I need more tools. I really want this flash for my camera. I also want this skin (or this one) and this wireless remote. I don’t ask for much, right?

But with the purchase of my iPhone 4, I’m not going to be spending much money elsewhere for a while.

But, they will be mine. Oh yes, they will be mine. Someday.

What is the best (and worst) thing happening to you this week?

Our new addition, Carlie

I completely forgot to share a photo of our new addition, Carlie. Unfortunately I haven’t gotten the chance to get a good shot of her with my camera, so you’ll have to settle for a faux-vintage looking shot from my phone. She is the friendliest cat I have ever encountered in my life. For those of you who missed my last introduction of her, she was my very good friend Leah‘s kitty. Unfortunately she wasn’t able to keep her, and so Simon and I offered to try and give her a good home. She’s two-years old and absolutely adorable.

Unfortunately, my current kitty (a.k.a. my baby girl) Clea isn’t so thrilled with her newly acquired sibling. Clea was never a “cat” kind of cat. She has always been a loner (read: neurotic). Clea is about six years old. Ask anyone who knows me, she is my child. She had a hard time when we decided to add a slew of feathery friends (nine finches) to our home. Then we decided to shake things up and adopt a very loving (also huge) rabbit named Hopkins, and I was hugely surprised by the fact that Clea didn’t disown us right then and there. But now, we’ve brought a cat home. Another her. And she is not adjusting as well as I would have hoped. Granted she’s not adjusting worse than I feared either.

So as of now, Carlie stays in the guest bedroom. I feel badly, because she very much wants to roam the house. Unfortunately she isn’t allowed to, since one night we decided to let her roam free, Clea refused to come upstairs and peed in the laundry room. Right now I bring Carlie out once a day, and hold her while sitting near Clea, speaking positively to Clea and petting her while holding Carlie. She deals for a few minutes, and then decides that she’s been polite enough, hisses and proceeds to hide under our bed for about 20 minutes. And then she’s fine. Today she actually ate some wet food (albeit under the bed) while Carlie roamed the bedroom, checking things out.

So… baby steps. I realize that I can’t expect them to be BFF’s overnight, or ever, really. I just feel badly. I feel badly for Carlie being locked in a room and I feel bad for Clea because she obviously feels threatened. BUT, things are getting better, slowly but surely… and I’m hoping that sometime in the next millennium they’ll be able to tolerate each other without peeing on floors and tearing each other to shreds. That would be kinda nice.

What kind of pets do you have?

My sexy car, Oliver

It’s been a week since Simon and I have been on vacation, and we’ve done nothing but work on my car. We’ve successfully installed the new struts and springs to lower the suspension (and broke a CV joint in the process, in which we had to call a mobile mechanic and have him come to the house to fix it… thank the lord), and installed new HID headlights as well. We still have to replace a motor mount, but I suppose we’ll get to that tomorrow.

It’s been so very relaxing not having to go into work.

And my eyes are closing, so I think this should be my send off for now…