My World Through a Filtered Lens

My life – and yours now- is much better now because I have a camera. That means you get lots more HB updates with fancy pictures…like this one:

Sydney

or this one.

sydney on stoop

I can’t help it if I have the most photogenic (read: lazy) Pug in the PNW. I swear, she just eats up this whole photo shoot idea. Things around HBHQ have picked up steam with the weather officially deciding to switch over to Spring.

Barry mowed the lawn for the first time and we chopped down a zillion pieces of bamboo.  Have you ever in your life attempted to chop down bamboo? Here is  a valuable piece of advice: don’t.

Because I’m happy as a clam about my new best friend camera I’ll give you a bit of TMI (Too Much Information). I got punctured in my butt from a piece of stray bamboo. Punctured, I tell you. Wowie, wow, wow, it hurt. I think I’m still recovering. It was at that point that I handed over my chopping tool and let Barry have at it.I went and checked out the new blooms on the yellow thing outside our guest bedroom.

This is me as a clam:

clam

Now that I’ve over-shared about my butt and the fact that Sydney should be on the animal version of America’s Top Model, I ought to get going to hang out with my man…..

barry

Signed, Sealed, Delivered!

nbPhew. Done. Yesterday I mailed off my National Board package….hopefully never, ever to be seen again, thankyouverymuch!

I’m going to go celebrate. Then I’m going to do my happy dance. Then I’m going to celebrate again, again and aaaaaagain! Then, when I’m done feeling happy about that, I’m going to start studying for the real test…at the testing center. Boo. Hiss.

Wait, I’m supposed to be celebrating. I’m off to do my Happy Dance!!!

What’s that you say??? You want to do a happy dance for me? Oh, go right ahead. I won’t tell anyone. Dance like nobody’s watching.

Well, At Least We’re Not Locked Out This Time

Our house got broken into.

This makes me super sad,mad, angry, scared, and thankful all in the same moment.

I’m sad because my diamond earrings and Celtic necklace got stolen. The earrings were given to me by Grandma and Grandpa Elvrum for my18th birthday. My mom gave me the necklace after a trip to Ireland. Look how happy I am while wearing both pieces of jewelry.

diamonds & neclace

I am mad because they disrupted the feeling of safety that Barry and I have felt these past 11 months of living here. I am also mad because I spent time this summer re-finishing the doors with my grandpa…since they have been kicked in, we will probably need to get new ones. I loved those doors.

door

I am angry that there are people in this world that see breaking in as an option. I am also angry that they went through every single room and took something from each room. We now have no camera, no ipod, no iphone….no sense of safety.

iphone

I am scared that this could happen again. Here’s the ironic part: all of the other doors were unlocked. Our brilliant thief decided to break into the one locked door. Had he tried another door (perhaps our front) he could have gracefully walked in. Am I supposed to be on guard, watching my drive way, at all times?

watching

I am thankful that Sydney wasn’t here. She’s visiting Camp Janet. Let’s face it, she’s not exactly a guard dog. She’s sad that her pad got busted into.

guard dog

I’m thankful that Barry didn’t get hurt. I’m thankful that Greg came and fixed things…seeing parents (even if they aren’t mine) gives a sense of security. A few nails later, our precious door suddenly closes and locks, not the most beautiful thing in the world, but phew.

barry & greg

I’m also thankful that I just happened to take my video camera to school today.  I didn’t need it and it’s been sitting on the floor for a couple weeks. I took it to school and now still have my NB video. No picture can represent this, maybe a picture of the pile of papers that I’ve written and the fact that I’m not a puddle of tears on the floor still.

That aside, I am most thankful for the fact that despite all the fear and drama of the past five hours, Barry and I are home.

HB