When I went home for lunch after writing the following, my astute and more date-oriented husband asked me if I had written about our wedding anniversary yesterday. Lost in my soliloquoy about fall and Halloween, I admitted that I had neglected to do that. So, here are the details of our second wedding anniversary.
David had school, but got work off so we could go do something in the evening. I went to work, because that's what I do now, and I ran to go get David his anniversary present before I headed home. The traditional second anniversary present is cotton, which seems like an incredibly boring gift (ie, "Happy anniversary, have some hand towels!" "Happy anniversary, here are some pocket handkerchiefs!" etc.) But David got creative. He thought of cotton in a more abstract way, like a "cotton-tail;" that's right, he got me a baby rabbit for our second anniversary. Her name is Elsa, and she's a gray Dwarf bunny. David has developed a recent love of wacky socks, so I got him four pairs of patterned socks -- three darker pairs that he could wear to work, and a pair of bright, printed Halloween socks, because Halloween is his favorite holiday.
After giving each other our respective presents (and playing with my present for a while), we went out to eat at the Training Table. We go there every year on our anniversary because it's where we had our first meal together as a married couple. After taking pictures with us around the temple following our wedding, my mom handed us $20 and said, "Go find some food; you're going to need it." And we picked Training Table. After dinner we went and got some supplies for the bunny. I think her previous owners fed her only pellets; she devoured about a cup of fresh vegetables yesterday. She's still very tentative about life; curious, but cautious. She bounds around our bedroom, pooping every few seconds/feet, stopping to get a few more bites to eat to give her a few more minutes of energy. The cats haven't seen her out of her cage yet. She's in our bedroom and we keep the door closed, which the cats don't like because they love to go lay on the bed. After I put her in her cage for the night, I let the cats come in to just look at her in her cage for a few seconds. I didn't let them in for very long, though, because rabbits are easily frightened; I didn't want Elsa to have a heart attack from the sight of the cats. So far she likes David the best, but that's probably because he's the one that brought her home and set up her cage. And he did fall asleep on our bedroom floor for about three hours while she ran around the room. I'm pretty tired; I might consider doing that myself when I get home from work.
So that was our second anniversary celebration: socks, a rabbit, and the Training Table. Here's to many future anniversaries!
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
New Job and Other Musings
Man, I have got to update my blog more often. And with more pictures, too. Not that anything too exciting happens in our lives, but I suppose the purpose of blogs is not to write only about the highlights, but the everyday, mundane occurences of life. So here goes.
I found a full-time job around the middle of September; my first day of work was the 14th, actually. I am a teller at a bank called Washington Federal Savings; if you haven't heard of them either, don't worry -- they're an exceptionally low-profile bank. But I work at the Foothill Branch, which is about ten minutes from my house up Emigration Canyon. 8:30-5:00 with an hour for lunch, no weekends, no holidays. It's fabulous. I can't say I'm getting paid as much as I would like, and after they deduct money for my 401(K) contribution, health insurance, and dental insurance, I'm sure I won't even be making minimum wage. Welcome to life, I suppose.
David is still plugging away at school. We've been begging IZOD, where he works, to give him less hours for several weeks now, and only now as the company is facing the possibility of going under do they cut his hours. He still has to work 4-5 days a week, but now for just 4-5 hours at a time. David hates short shifts; he thinks they're a waste of time. He has a point, though, at least in this instance -- he has to drive half an hour to Park City and then half an hour back. It does seem like kind of a waste to drive an hour only to work for four hours. Oh well, whatever pays the bills. The good news with him working less is that school will be a little bit easier to manage. I wish he didn't have to work at all and could just focus on school. Maybe when he transfers to the U or to Westminster he can get some sort of scholarship that will take care of school and perhaps some of the income he would have to earn otherwise. But he wants to go to medical school, so perhaps we should be working as much and saving as much as humanly possible.
The trees are changing colors up the canyon, it's so beautiful! I'll make sure to take some pictures of the gorgeous colors and post them soon. I love living up the canyon, where it feels like fall when it's supposed to. Although it's supposed to be 40 degrees and snowing tomorrow in the mountains; it's much too early for snow. That's one of the disadvantages of living in Utah: all of the seasons come earlier than they're supposed to. There's snow by Halloween and there's still snow at the beginning of March when a certain someone wants to wear all her new spring clothes for her birthday. You learn quickly here as a child that you shouldn't set your heart on wearing any Halloween costume that you would object to covering with a winter coat. No Jasmine, no Ariel, no Tinkerbell, although I suppose all of those characters come either from tropical climates or tropical waters. Mulan knows how to handle snow and cold temperatures, but by the time that movie came around, I was a little too old to be dressing up as Disney leading ladies. I think Halloween improves as you age, however; now you don't have to worry about your costume being weather-appropriate -- you just throw an indoor party and stay inside and eat candy!
I found a full-time job around the middle of September; my first day of work was the 14th, actually. I am a teller at a bank called Washington Federal Savings; if you haven't heard of them either, don't worry -- they're an exceptionally low-profile bank. But I work at the Foothill Branch, which is about ten minutes from my house up Emigration Canyon. 8:30-5:00 with an hour for lunch, no weekends, no holidays. It's fabulous. I can't say I'm getting paid as much as I would like, and after they deduct money for my 401(K) contribution, health insurance, and dental insurance, I'm sure I won't even be making minimum wage. Welcome to life, I suppose.
David is still plugging away at school. We've been begging IZOD, where he works, to give him less hours for several weeks now, and only now as the company is facing the possibility of going under do they cut his hours. He still has to work 4-5 days a week, but now for just 4-5 hours at a time. David hates short shifts; he thinks they're a waste of time. He has a point, though, at least in this instance -- he has to drive half an hour to Park City and then half an hour back. It does seem like kind of a waste to drive an hour only to work for four hours. Oh well, whatever pays the bills. The good news with him working less is that school will be a little bit easier to manage. I wish he didn't have to work at all and could just focus on school. Maybe when he transfers to the U or to Westminster he can get some sort of scholarship that will take care of school and perhaps some of the income he would have to earn otherwise. But he wants to go to medical school, so perhaps we should be working as much and saving as much as humanly possible.
The trees are changing colors up the canyon, it's so beautiful! I'll make sure to take some pictures of the gorgeous colors and post them soon. I love living up the canyon, where it feels like fall when it's supposed to. Although it's supposed to be 40 degrees and snowing tomorrow in the mountains; it's much too early for snow. That's one of the disadvantages of living in Utah: all of the seasons come earlier than they're supposed to. There's snow by Halloween and there's still snow at the beginning of March when a certain someone wants to wear all her new spring clothes for her birthday. You learn quickly here as a child that you shouldn't set your heart on wearing any Halloween costume that you would object to covering with a winter coat. No Jasmine, no Ariel, no Tinkerbell, although I suppose all of those characters come either from tropical climates or tropical waters. Mulan knows how to handle snow and cold temperatures, but by the time that movie came around, I was a little too old to be dressing up as Disney leading ladies. I think Halloween improves as you age, however; now you don't have to worry about your costume being weather-appropriate -- you just throw an indoor party and stay inside and eat candy!
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