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Dear Interweb,

I am home.  I thought that I just had a scratchy throat from the dry dessert air.  I always do. 

I thought the sneezing was from TI’s nasty casino perfume.  It’s rank.

Sadly, I’m sitting on the couch in humid NOVA in a smoke-free house and my symptoms have only gotten worse.  I must accept the sad sad fact that I’m sick. 

I say it like that because aside from one other itty bitty detail* this is the first time I’ve been sick this winter and typically once I’m sick I continue to pick up crude until the spring. 

At least I made it this far.

*The one itty bitty other little detail may be the fact that I just spent 7 days with the entire techy world.  I can’t say how many people were there just yet, but I can say it’s a lot of people…a lot of people that I came in contact with one way or another. 

Oops-sorry ’bout that press peeps.

Anywho, I’ll try to write about my week soon, but for now here are the top 10 things I learned this week:

1.) Added security screening apparently means that the United check-in agent has to call her friend “Ang”, chat for a few mins, then chat with “Mike” for a few more mins about where he’s been and what’s new and oh yea, confirm I’m not a terrorist.  I feel so safe.

2.) I have the most beautiful downstairs bathroom thanks to my sweet husband…even if he did refer to it as “Tarheel Blue”-ACK!

3.) Treasure Island’s line of shampoo and condintioning products reminds me of something one would find at an *ahem* adult store.

4.) I FINALLY got to see the fountains at the Bellagio…was a let down.  Even worse I thought they were “all of the way” down the strip.  Umm yea, they were next door. 

5.) Las Vegas is not for children.  The flashcards they hand out, when accumulated, don’t equal a pack of “old maid” cards.

6.) 3D TV’s are cool, but mostly for gaming.  And if you aren’t wearing the glasses you can be pretty sure you’ll end up with a migrane.

7.) New micro-blogging cameras are sure to cause a problem…but are freakin’ cool.

8.) Lady GaGa is the new face of Polaroid….umm WHY?

9.) The Tuscanny Suite at the Las Vegas Hilton has a 11 fireplaces,  12 TV’s, and 8 bathtubs including one that requires a  lifeguard. 

10.) Most of what you bring home from Vegas requires a Rx…bleh.

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Considering I just asked the boy if today is the 2nd or the 3rd, I would say it’s been a pretty great vacation (even considering our Christmas adventure!) as evidenced by my non-knowledge of the day of the week.  This is particularly poignant since we’re only 3 days in. HA! 

Most people wrote these guys of posts two days ago, but let’s face it I’m not most people.  Still, I wanted to share my favorite memories of 2009 month-by-month. 

January brought me to a “little known show” that is the biggest consumer technology tradeshow *ahem*.  Normally I go onsite as a second, but given the birth of my counterpart’s son, I was left in charge.  It was a doozy, I learned a lot, was overly hard on myself and my skills, and will forever hold it as a mark of pride that I was able to pull it off (with a LOT of help from friends!)

February was the month of love.  Honestly there was nothing overly remarkable, but on Valentine’s night the boy made dinner for us.  It was sweet and nice.  Our (young) neighbors that are on the other side of our duplex however had a party complete with beer keg and loud music.  I felt old, and I was fine with it.

March we finally got our living room painted, and the house started to become a home.  It was also the month of our company meeting and one of THE worst hangovers known to man.

April was the month that the boy’s Mamaw passed.  It was the first death that we experienced as a couple, and odd as it may sound it’s an extremely touching memory for me.  One in which my new family fully embraced me as one of their own, and I was able to be the strong one.  It also meant that while I had to miss J’s surprise party, we were able to celebrate the twin’s 2nd birthday in person.  I love those babies I do.

May  was a busy month but oh what a fun one!  My sister and brother-in-law came to visit.  It was the week in which we became known as the neighbors that sit on their front porch until all hours drinking beer and having long chats about nothing and everything.

June took me away from the boy for 10 days, the longest we’ve been apart since we first started dating and I had to be in San Diego for a month.  June took me to Florida, the most humid state on the planet forcing me to pour pounds of hairspray into my head in a futile attempt to keep it in check while I worked one of the most unique show’s I’ve had the privelage of working with.  Wrangling lost children, vomit calls, protestors and dancing in the asiles during GS load in. 

July brought me home to my sweet husband and straight into the 4th of July festivities, including tubin’ which I once again survived.  Those that know me know I have an unrational fear of fish.  I choose to believe that the Shennandoah has none (though next year I may wear a helmet in case I can’t avoid the rapids again).  More importantly, July brought us our pupper Archie.  I love him to bits, kibbles and bits.  It was also very quickly that we found out how scary “parenthood” can be as his kennel cough escalated at rapid pace to pnemonia.  Scared the bejesus outta me.  The stress, however, did make me loose 7 lbs (which I promptly gained back) so you gotta take the good with the bad I say

August brought our one year anniversary, which we celebrated in Boston.  It was hottern’ blazes, but we had a good time.  I, ever able to injure myself in unique ways, arrived home with an ankle sprain due to walking too many miles in my beloved flops.

September will forever be the month of the PJ fiasco.  I honestly don’t remember the last time I laughed that hard (especially on someone’s kitchen floor) and will remain true to the argument that “simplicity” patterns aren’t so simple.

October we would rather forget….so we will.  HA!  October was crazy busy with work, and though in the first part I stuck to my “8 hours a day” schedule, that quickly went by the wayside.  As it did, the boy helped me see even more just how important it is to take some time to yourself.

November gave me my final show of the year, with a wonderful client.  And Thank God too b/c I was t-i-r-e-d!  I also was able to visit with my aunt and uncle while out there, which was really a treat.  November also took us to Georgia for Thanksgiving, and the puppers first long car ride with us.  Little did we know how important this preparation would be.  I got to shop on Black Friday with my mom and had so much fun with her that I was sad it had to end.

December will forever go down in history as the trip from hell   Those that read my Facebook page already know about our adventure on 81 South complete with National Guard rescue, flat tire, tornado and a wirlwind of fun and love with family and friends (for the record I will forever be indebted to Comfort Inns).  One day I’ll write about it all and post it here….but for now it’s just one of those memories that you kinda have to laugh at.  It also is (technically still is) the longest vacation I’ve ever been able to take.  16 whole days!  There were bets about how long it would take until I got bored.  Guess what people?  Didn’t happen.

New Year’s was spent with friends in a low-key perfect sorta way.  We said goodbye to 2009, and though I know that for others it was a much worse year, I cannot lie.  I’m not exactly sad to see it go.  It was a long tough year in many ways.  But, I’m thankful for what it was, and hopeful for 2010. 

Here’s to a fresh start.

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A year.  12 months.  365 days.

I had been meaning to write a post about our first year of marriage that would go live on our anniversary, but that obviously didn’t happen.  That’s ok though…which seems to be my mantra these days.  Trying to figure myself a little more I suppose.  But here I am now, with a year in review if you will.  I would like to entitle this “what I learned this year”.  Kinda like you used to have to write compositions in school

This year has been a lot of things.  Not 1 month after we came home from our honeymoon, I was off to California for my biggest onsite of the year.  I wouldn’t have normally thought traveling so soon would have been all that bad, but it started out what (still is) a crazy year in itself.  A year that has proven to push me even further to my wits end.  But that’s a post for another time.

We made it through November, and somewhere in there we began looking at houses.  Don’t ask me how, you’d have to ask the boy   I let him, even encouraged his “little whim”…oh the things we do when we’re not paying attention

We purchased our first home, and despite a stupid mix-up with the mortgage company that delayed the closing, and a melt down by me, it all came together.  I still cannot believe we moved in and then turned around and drove to Mississippi.  Oy.

We celebrated Thanksgiving with much family, and I must admit it sort of spoiled me.  Oh how beautiful to have so much family so close would be (says the girl who’s family is Not ).  My parents and baby brother finally got to their first Ole Miss game, and there was much joy (and a little delusion, I was overwhelmed by the move).

We spent our first Christmas together, and our first Christmas alone. I will admit, I was in a bit of a fog.l 

I successfully made it through CES as the lead, and the boy took his own lead getting the house settled.  I will totally admit it, I shut down and the boy trudged on.   Normally I would have had the winter to relax…hahahahaha. 

Anyway

We made it through the spring, through our first death in the family.  But with that, I had a bit of an eyeopening personal experience, and eve nthough we had to miss one of my best friend’s birthday party, we were able to party with our twin niece and nephew for their 2nd birthday.  Let me tell you what, that’s alotta work all those kids

We enjoyed the summer, having the boy travel with me to Philly and come to the Gaylord National for jobs.  We celebrated the 4th with our annual TUBIN’! trip, and lazing around the Barnharts pool.  And of course we added to our little family with our boy Archie.

We dealt with a scary first few days with the pupper, and I had a “flashforward” if you will of standing in a (human) ER one day rocking our baby leaning on him as I did that first night.

We were blessed to be able to spend our anniversary in Boston.  A great trip that’s left me a bit gimpy

Somewhere along the way, I came to realize that the it isn’t htat the boy doesn’t CARE about what I do or is unimpressed by it, but rather to him it’s more important how I handle myself and how I do whatever “it” is than the fact that I’m a meeting and event planner. 

That putting your family first is apparently easier said than done for a work-aholic.

My husband is brutally honest (especially when it comes to how I’m like my mom).  But I’m learning that A.) that doesn’t mean he’s trying to be critical of me and B.) it can be a good thing

Marriage is hard.  Even if you lived together beforehand forever is a long time.  And as it turns out, I freak out easily.  Go figure

I’ve also learned that I’m a passionate person which means when I’m angry I LIKE to yell   The boy is calm, which only pushes me more. 

But he’s also very forgiving.

I’ve learned that while anniversary’s are important, that doesn’t make the other 364 days a year you spend together any less important.

My husband pushes me, and that can be a good thing.

As it turns out, when there is someone I can trust to lean on, I tend to lean a lot.  For example, had it just been me I’d have been all over unpacking the house b/c I had to.  But he was shouldering the load.  Now I just have to learn to manage how much leaning I do.

I’m a very blessed lady.

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In a little over 36 hours I will be on my way home.  I figure that by the time I leave this resort until I’m in my husbands arms I’ll probably have about 11 hours of travel awaiting me.  The JW Marriott Starr Pass is a beautiful property with impecible service, but it’s still in Tucson which is quite a journey from home (and never a direct one).

It’s been a great show, easy but successful.  I’m looking forward to seeing my sweet husband whom I adore.  My persnikity cat, how no more how ornary she gets I will lover her until the end of time.  And my precious pupper who is blessedly on the mend.  Oh for sure, I’m excited to get home.  Except…

Except that tonight as I was talking to the boy I began to think about coming home and all that that means.  If you know me, you know I worry WAY.to.much.  The dog has helped me put some of that in perspective, but still it sneaks up on me more often than not.  Now I’m just aware of it-awesome.  Anwho… I suddendly found my stomach turning at the idea of being responsible for another life.  Albeit a sweet, mostly housebroken, cuddle love dog of a life, but still a life.  It was hard enough with a self sustaining cat who I probably didn’t give enough attention to until recently, but now there are two animals.  Holy cow

Now here’s the thing.  Having animals does limit you to some degree of running around.  I mean, I can’t just pick up and head off to Mexico.  But let’s face it, when would I normally just head off to Mexico anyway?

It reminds me of that scene from “When Harry Met Sally”, when Meg Ryan’s character talks about how she and her (now ex) boyfriend didn’t get married and have kids because they wanted to be able to have sex on the kitchen floor whenever they wanted, except that they never did anyway and now he’s gone off and gotten married…

The thing is, when the boy and I were engaged I quickly realized that, as it turns out, I am the commitment phobe.  I’m the one who was afraid of screwing up.  I am the one who is afraid of the unknown.  I am the one who has so often practiced the great art of the avoidance technique. 

The boy called me out on it tonight, my very agile avoidance practices, and I don’t deny it.  It’s so easy to avoid rather than to risk failure. 

But now I wonder, how on earth will I ever survive kids?

Like it or not, it’s something I’ve been wondering since we brought Archie home.  The nights awake, the crying, not knowing what he needs, not wanting him to be sad or unhappy or scared.  And the worry.  OH.Dear.Lord there was a lot of worrying.  And no offense but he’s just a dog.  How in all that is good and holy will I survive a CHILD?!  I’m secretly hopeful that I’ll take after my sister-in-law in her laid back style, but the reality is I’ll probably be institutionalized by Jr’s 3 month birthday. *sigh*

If nothing else, this experience will help me prepare for that.  And it seems to be helping me see a lot of other aspects of my life as well.  If nothing else, it’s quelched the baby bug for a SOLID 6 months to a year.  That is for sure.

For now though, I will take the road home tomorrow, and will embrace my life by the moment I am back in my sweet husbands arm.

But still no babies for a while.  My sanity can only be stretched so far.

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It’s pretty obvious that I didn’t get online to do this on Thursday.  In my new spirit of giving myself a break, I’m just getting to it today, along with a general post.

Today I am thankful for:

1.) Sleep.  Sweet, uninterupted sleep.  It’s ironic that I had to go onsite to get it, but I’m so glad it’s got

2.) My sweet pupper, and so very thankful that the new meds are kicking pnemonia’s butt!!  Take that sickies!

3.) So very thankful for my Vet Dr. Hall who is just a rockstar.  He is so patient with me, and he actually cares.  As the boy said, he took one look at Archie and how sick he was and took on the challenge with gusto!

4.) My husband.  I’m often thankful for him but espeically this first week with Archie boy.  I know there was some talk about if I’d be on my own (which is for a later post) but let me just be the first to tell you how amazing he has been. 

5.) My cat Tea.  Just b/c she’s been so good at adjusting bless her little heart.

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So our boy went from a bad case of Kennel cough to pnemonia.  Thank goodness we took him back to the vet “just in case” (aka b/c I’m an OCD worrier who wanted to make sure he was on the mend before leaving for Tucson) only to find out that his temp had gone back up (though not quite as high) and he had pnemonia.  No Good.  Dr. Hall gave us a different antibiotic plus something to help with lung expansion, and kept him on the cough supressant. 

According to the boy, our little guy is on the mend now even going so far as to say he’s a bit “hyper”, and apparently a pig since he ate 2 bowls of dinner   Then the next thought entered my mind.  Everyone has been telling us that we haven’t seen the “real Archie” b/c A.) he’s sick and B.) he hasn’t settled in yet.  So last night I also asked Matt if he was “fun hyper” or “oh holy crap hyper”.  Apparently he hasn’t suddenly turned into Satan’s dog so we’re still good.

Meanwhile…
I’m in Tucson for the week with one of my group’s.  It’s blessedly small and easy to work with and is the perfect summer relief.  It’s hot here, but it’s Arizona so what do you expect?  The JW Marriott Starpass is breathtaking and has the signature JW service, so I cannot complain.  Plus they have a kick butt terrace with firepits and the yummiest margaritas!  Oh, and did I mention that every day at 5:30pm they have a tequila toast?  Oh yea

On other fronts, my friend Erin is due on July 22nd and is anxiously awaiting the baby’s “evacuation of it’s incubator” (she’s a scientist, can you tell? )  As am I–Erin and I don’t talk or see eachother nearly enough, but she will forever hold a very special place in my heart and I am so excited for them.  Plus, one the kid gets here I’ll know what the monogram needs to be.

My work friend Jenny is also onsite this week in Denver, and then she head’s off to Italy and London to bring her sweet boyfriend home perminently!  Brett’s been living and working in London and will finally be residing back in the States, now going to get his MBA at UVA.  While I’m terribly excited for them, Jenny will be leaving our office to work from C’Ville.  It’s of course the best decision for them, but I’ll miss her terribly.  However, we’re alreayd wroking on plans for the boy and I to come down for a football game-SWEET!

On a less than stellar note, my dear friend Andi’s uncle finally passed this morning.  So (as she says) if you’re the praying type I know they would welcome the prayers.

Otherwise I’m trying to get some work done today.  It’s hard to believe that at this show last year I was counting down the days until the wedding…crazy wild.

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