
This is the frontpage of the elwoodicious archives. Currently the archives are spanning posts and comments, contained within the meager confines of categories. Through here, you will be able to move down into the archives by way of time or category. If you are looking for something specific, perhaps you should try the search on the sidebar.
Posts Tagged ‘Love’
She is my universe
Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009Date Night
Saturday, January 31st, 2009Swedish vampire movie, Let The Right One In, followed by bacon cheeseburgers at Five Guys. I’m in love.


Lemonade at Thirty-Five
Monday, January 19th, 2009The start of the new year has been a tad subpar, Management was laid off and her car needs major repairs, though I suppose with such an inauspicious start things can really only look up. Maybe we had a feeling that this was on the horizon when we started hacking at our budget but it definitely is helping that we’ve made some radical cuts to our lifestyle before all this happened but when I honestly reflect on it the layoff is likely a blessing in disguise.
Management hated her job. The company she worked for was demeaning and her boss was less than pleasant and far from stable swinging wildly from highs where praise was cheap currency to dark lows where her fury was a 1000 year storm. She was depressed from the grind and angry that she put the time and effort only to feel like she was running in quicksand; at some point the place was going to consume her body and soul. The layoff is probably the best thing that has happened to our marriage since Gabriella and the time she is getting to spend with our daughter is just what the both of them need. As far as I am concerned, the benefits are outweighing the loss of income.
Work, however, for me is the opposite. I love what I am doing; I am learning and being pushed to think smarter, quicker, and differently every single day. I love that.
As you can see from the picture, I never really gave up on The Beard Project, after a couple of trims around Thanksgiving I just let it go to seed. Management wonders when I’ll grow tired of being so fluffy, my daughter sinks her fingers into it and exclaims “Oh, Bear!”, and I love how warm it has kept me this past cold snap.
My Girls
Friday, January 16th, 2009Gabriella Is Two
Tuesday, January 6th, 2009Gabriella is two. Her birthday came at the close of the year and these are just a handful of shots just before her birthday that I managed to process last night. Thinking about her growing up leaves with with such an odd feeling, one where excitement and apprehension mingle in lazy pools of time. Most of my life feels like a static backdrop, the same paths are run down nearly ever day at the same time and pace that I often forget that cycle of day and night marks time passing and it is until I sit down and look, really look, at my daughter do I feel how much as moved by.
Gabi is become very much her own person. She is a persistent communicator, hunting for the right words and when that fails appropriating or developing her own as she sees fit. This past month she discovered Christmas and in particular those wonderfully quaint Rankin/Bass stop motion movies which we have now watched enough so that the songs are firmly gripping our ears and refusing to let go. By far Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer is her favorite character and she has gone as far as renaming him to suit her own purposes. Kadoo is the name she gave him and largely the only one she’ll respond to if asked whether she would like to watch his movie or read his book.
She plays endlessly in the toy kitchen that we toiled for three hours Christmas Eve. She makes soup for sipping, and pizza for snacking and it is not unusual to find a stuffed animal cooling in the freezer, defrosting in the microwave, or slowly roasting in the oven. Her world is malleable and imaginative and I would not change that for anything.
Second Day on the Job
Tuesday, July 31st, 2007














Comments
james, Pete
james, JonECat, qwynwyn
Pamela Kelley, Dee, james [...]
james, qwynwyn
james, Tyler, james [...]
james, JonECat