Thursday, February 28, 2008


So apparently Prince Harry managed to fenagle a deployment anyway. I think that is pretty cool that he was allowed to deploy to Afghanistan, and has been deployed there since December, and the British media agreed not to report on it.

I love this picture of him on a patrol, because you have got to wonder what that kid would think if he knew the 3rd in line to the British throne was just walking around with a machine gun in Afghanistan.
I really like the fact that both William and Harry are serious about their military duty. I also felt a little sorry for them when I watched their interview with Matt Lauer last year, when he asked them what they would be doing if they weren't who they were: and Wiliam replied: be a helicopter pilot in the military (his uncle was a pilot, so I don't know why he is barred from this, perhaps 2nd in line is too close?)

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Puppy comes home!

We're smitten!

Sunday, February 17, 2008


So my husband and I finally got our puppy. We had been talking about getting one after the wedding, but never got around to it. There was always a reason not to get it. We went on our belated honeymoon in January (roadtrip to Florida) and I have been on a trip home since then. And this was the first weekend we were both home since then, so we went to the dog shelter...and look what we found:

I wanted a smaller dog (and by that, I was nixing the Lab my husband wanted). He has never had a dog, and I grew up with them, so I have a little more of an idea about the work that is involved with having a I had to put my foot down when it came to choosing the size. But we both fell in love with this little girl: she is a Boston Terrier/Beagle mix. And she is the runt of the I am hoping she won't get too big. And she has the sweetest demeanor, but is still quite playful.

We get to pick her up Monday from the vet's office after she has been fixed. So this evening was spent at Petsmart and Walmart buying supplies. Monday afternoon just can't come quick enough!

Tagged! 7 Random things about me

The Good Eatah (whose boyfriend is currently deployed to Iraq and she has the cutest picture of them up for Valentine's Day) has tagged me out of my blogging silence.

I am supposed to tag 7 other people, but I don't think I am even allowed to do that considering I am so inactive online I will just share 7 random or weird things about myself.

1. Hmmm…well, some people might know this, but I am actually a British citizen, not American.

2. I was voted “most unique” in high school…everyone knows that is just a nice way to say “strange”. I guess dying my hair green on occasion, and wearing purple or green tights among other things, might have had something to do with it. The guy who was voted most unique along side me has since had a sex change and has a different name. I, on the other hand, have just not lived up to that expectation, I might as well be Little Susie Homemaker in comparison.

3. I was a science and math major in high school (I was in the French system, where you have to choose a “major” in 11th grade). I wasn’t particularly good at those subjects, but decided it would be good for me to try to get better at those. In college I flipped the switch and I majored in history and minored in English.

4. I love Asia: I have been to Vietnam, Thailand, Singapore, Malaysia, and China (and Hong Kong). I don’t love Asia in a “I have Asian art and tattoos everywhere and quote Asian philosophy” way…but more “I just love the food, the people and the amazing landscape…plus traveling in those countries is cheap” way.

5. I’m a pretty decent baker. I always wanted to be a baker (while pursuing my science major in high school and my subsequent masters in history), but ended up working for my father and love it…but sometimes I daydream about the little bakery I was going to have.

6. I never thought I would marry a soldier (does any women ever think they will fall in love with someone in the military?) It was just never something I was exposed to while growing up, so I guess it never occurred to me that it was a possibility.

7. I didn't get my ears pierced until I was 25 years old. My father had pretty much discouraged me in my childhood, and when I was old enough to decide for myself, I didn't really find it interesting anymore. But then my grandmother gave me earrings for my 25th birthday. And I told her it was a nice gesture, but I didn't have pierced ears. She replied: "I know, but I thought it might be time you did." I considered it, and thought it was a good idea, and finally got it done. And I just love me some dangly earrings now!