A Little Red Doesn't Hurt Anyone

Hey there! Well, we haven't been here long and I don't plan on updating our blog this often, but I had to show a few pictures of what I ended up doing to my hair. Some of you know I was itching to do something a little different and I thought our trip would be the perfect time to do it. So I took myself, based off a recommendation, to a salon in PB called The Garage. Fitting. The technical term for the color I chose is "Vampire Red" and it certainly looked like my head was bleeding and brains falling out when this color was mushed to my head. The color has already faded a bit so it looks like a brightish red/pink. I have attached two pictures for your viewing pleasure. Maybe I'll go purple next time. The second smaller picture, my hair is wet and I have parted it so that you could get a good look at the color - you can't normally see it that well.
I was having a conversation with my sister about my bold but subtle highlights and we concluded that I was indeed the quintessential Gemini. I got some really bold colored hair and then had them placed so you could barely see them. So me.

Worse Than Expected

So, there I was at 39,000 feet peering out the plane window at the popcorn clouds below thinking that the celebratory drink we were having as we embarked on our Excellent Adventure wasn't feeling so celebratory. Not because it was 7am, I was absolutely heartbroken. I knew leaving Charlie was going to be difficult, but I wasn't quite prepared. When we left Charlie this morning at Loren and Teague's we tried to play it off as normal as possible. We gave her big hugs, gave her a treat, and hurriedly escaped out the front door so she wouldn't follow us. I think that calling the cab, dropping off Jason's truck, and making it through security were good distractions, but as our plane lifted off and I peered out the window overlooking the Bay and Pacific Beach, it all hit me. I looked out at the city we love, friends we love, and a dog out there being left behind and started to cry. I know, a little dramatic, but everything I was looking out onto has been our home for some time now, and I was sad to leave it. As we embark on this chapter in our lives we are certainly grateful and excited about the opportunity - still, it doesn't mean that our heart won't long for our beloved four-legged family member and her silly smile.

Holding Back

Well, I would use some pictures to show you the progress we have made on our move - but we have turned off our internet, so I am currently borrowing a computer and thought to share a few things. Charlie....my Charlie, has been a bit unsettled with all the moving. She won't even come into the living room now that there isn't any furniture in it. She has been hiding under our bed (her safe place) for the last three days. We are a bit worried how she is going to do when we disassemble her refuge tomorrow morning. Hopefully we will be able to drop her off at a friend's house so she doesn't have to witness its demise. Anyhow, things have been busy and we have been running around tying up loose ends, but when I think of Charlie I start getting choked up and I find myself holding back tears. Charlie is an amazing dog - an absolute sweetheart and we couldn't be more blessed to have her in our lives. We are going to miss her tremendously while we are gone. I just wish there was some way to explain to her that we will come back to pick her up.

Not Even a Dent

Packing, boxing, taping, moving, dragging all day long; my hands are feeling swollen and rough and my fingertips are sore from moving and you would think that at the end of the day there would be some sense of accomplishment - but no. Stuff keeps creeping out of the cracks they have long been hiding in over the last year and it seems as there will be no end! I keep packing plates, glass, stemware, barware, and when I look back up into the kitchen cabinets it is as though everything I had just packed has made it's way back into the cabinets!! And now the theme song to The Never Ending Story has just popped into my head. To add insult to injury, I was able to confirm what I had long suspected about my endearing husband...he is indeed a pack rat! My parent's used to complain about how I would never throw anything out - now I know how they felt! Jason's reason for never throwing anything away is that he loves being surprised when he finds his old things he had forgotten about...and I wonder how we ended up having so much stuff.

The Perfect San Diego Day

Today has been pretty busy; packing, moving our stuff into storage, hanging out with Charlie. :)
Jason and I had a lot to do today and as we drove down the freeway with Mission Bay on the right, I noticed it was the perfect San Diego day. The sun was a perfect temperature of warmth and the ocean breeze was cool, strong, and clean. It was one of those days where you could lay on the beach all day in a sweatshirt as the onshore breeze smoothly but constantly brushes over your face. It is the most peaceful and refreshing feeling - I remember days like this in college when I would take a chair, a blanket, and a few hours worth of studying to the beach. People know of San Diego as having wonderful weather all year long, but days like today don't come around too often. As we were driving with the window down and the breeze in my face, I knew I was going to miss this place while we're gone.

The First Anniversary

Well, we can't believe it either, but one year has passed since we got married! When we thought were we would be when we celebrated this day, we certainly didn't think we would be spending it preparing for such a big adventure. Since this is our last week here in San Diego before we leave, we decided to spend today with friends we wouldn't be seeing in a long time. If anyone has ever been to the Hash House for breakfast, you know that you are in for a long, but worthwhile wait. For our group of six it would end up being a 2 hour wait in the rain, which we decided would be much better spent waiting in the bar next door. Well, as the hours passed, so did the drinks and anniversary shots that Jace and Charity bought. It was a fun breakfast, but ended around lunchtime. A 4pm lunchtime to be exact, which didn't really play well into our anniversary dinner plans or our plans to remove our wedding cake out of the freezer. So we will have our special dinner tomorrow and maybe a bite of cake today if it thaws. We'll let you know if chocolate mousse cake tastes any good after being frozen for a year.

Last Day of Work

Ok, this is the first entry. It is going to be short and sweet and my first ever attempt at blogging. It sort of feels like a diary of sorts. How did it get the name Blog? Anyhow, it's my last day of work and there is still so much to do. Stressed to the max and trying to figure out how to squeeze an extra 12 hours of stuff into an already 12-hour day. I leave to visit my family tomorrow morning and I am really looking forward to it. It's been a long time since I had some true down time with my family. Jason will be joining us on the 19th-21st, then can you believe, it's our first anniversary on the 22nd. Time goes fast, too fast. From the 23rd-28th we will be packing up our little bungalow, stuffing our only belongings in storage, and head to the East Coast on the 30th to spend time with Jason's family. Overwhelmed is an understatement. I'd better get to it.