As the summer winds to an end, we definitely went out with a double-whammy bang Labor Day weekend to cap off our insane, party-filled summer 2006. Stay tuned for a recap and photos…
In the meantime, I was saddened to learn, as was the rest of the world this week, about Crocodile Hunter Steve Irwin‘s death by stingray. At least he died doing what he loved, and you can’t ask for more than that when your time has come.
One night not too long ago I woke up in the middle of the night and rolled over. Jen wasn’t there. I panicked as adrenaline pumped through my veins. Where was she? Had she sleepwalked away? And then I realized that she was actually there — but her feet were in place of her head. Somehow she had flipped around 180 degrees in the middle of the night, bringing her pillow with her. She has no recollection of how or why that happened. Satisfied that everything was OK, I went back to sleep.
Dog noses are amazing. Every once in a while we’ll pass a car on a walk where another dog is chillin’ out. This was the case this morning with a minivan parked on our street. As we walked past with Stella and Happy — at least 10 feet away from the parked car with all windows up — Stella, who hadn’t been looking in the direction of the minivan, suddenly stood to attention, looked in the direction of the other dog, and charged toward it, trying to sneak a view of her fellow canine. It blows me away every time.
The story of kidnapped Austrian girl Natascha Kampusch, who escaped after being held captive for 8.5 years, is pretty nuts. That she had the wherewithall and strength in her after so long to escape is tremendous.
Two years ago today we had just returned from a 1,200-mile roundtrip to PA and Western NY.
Three years ago today I blogged about having just purchased my 5th and current Mac (5 Macs between 1987 and 2003 is an average of a new Mac every 3.2 years, which would mean it might be about time for an upgrade — if only I used Macs as often as I do PCs these days).
