Friday, October 12, 2001
Interesting articles I came across today:
Prudential is in the Top Ten best companies for working mothers. Neat. They get this honor frequently, I think. They have fabulous benefits, but this one distinction will be better understood by me sometime in the next few years, I hope!
I generally try not to get crazy about the terrorist rumors (i.e. anthrax). Yet I would be lying if I said that having a small bottle at home and a gigantic bottle in my car of the antibiotic Cipro didn't make me feel a little more at ease. My mother is the odd one, giving me the big-o bottle before hopping on her plane to Britain. I'm kind of glad I have it.
Thursday, October 11, 2001
Damn D-Backs lost yesterday. Some classic baseball hooky, and all for naught. Randy Johnson looked to be in a fog, and Miguel Batista took the top of my "Wouldn't Want to Be Him" list for the week. Sad sad sad.
Mom called yesterday too. She's "not having fun" and "ready to come home." Amen to that.
This weekend will be frantic, so will the next. I look forward to the relative calm of the b-days/holidays/anniversary time in Nov/Dec. How sad is that? On the upside, Joe and I BOTH have the whole week from our anniversary until/through Thanksgiving off of work. Now we just need to figure out what to do and with what money to do it. No problem.
Tuesday, October 09, 2001
I keep thinking about Scottie dogs today. Did you know that George Dubbya has a year-old one too? Poor dog. But we got to see the babies. Three have passed on, so there are only six left. But they're soooooo cute - no seeing or hearing yet, just tiny little velvety cuteness. I can't wait until they have personalities and we get to choose one!
Monday, October 08, 2001
My husband is home safely! Yippee! Bachelor party fun is over, but the bachelorette party fun is still to come on Saturday! Mom called too, and she said Britain is very interesting now. For the first time, she's not afraid to speak and have her accent heard. Usually, Brits look at you funny when they hear you're American, but now everyone wants to talk to her, know how she's feeling, know what America is feeling. They express their sympathy, concern and anger. It's pretty cool.
Of course, the recent rounds of bombing makes me nervous for her. I hope the weather clears up so she can keep taking pictures in the countryside instead of heading back to London for shopping. I don't want her near there. Nervous daughter, aren't I?