Monthly Archives: September 2011

A Necessary Reminder

I constantly feel like I’m a million miles away from being satisfied with anything in our house.  There’s always so much more to do, and the list seems to grow rather than shrink over time.  Our summer has been jam-packed with work and travel, and I’ve had little opportunity for house projects.  With the fall air creeping in, I’ve had the house on my brain again.  As a reminder to myself to find contentedness in what changes I have made recently, no matter how big or small, here are some new additions to the place:

The new subway tile backsplash we had installed a few weeks back:The bar cart that adds a bit of organization to the kitchen:My favorite photo I’ve taken of Lenny added a bit of artwork to the hallway:A new desk and lucite chair for crafting/sewing in the guest room:And a new lamp that pulls the bedroom together that much more.

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An Addendum and a Dog With No Shame

So this new camera:

Came with this picture on it:

So after a fabulous weekend of celebratory anniversary things, I had Wednesday to look forward to.  I wasn’t sure where we were going, what we were doing…I just knew to get my butt home from work as quickly as possible to be swept away to said surprise.  After running through the door, throwing on some mismatched clothes, and panting to the car, Chris drove me to a part of Cranston that I’ve only been to once before…for our wedding reception.  As he pulled up to Rhodes on the Pawtuxet a feeling of pure bewilderment came over me.  They occasionally host old people events with dinner and dancing, but the parking lot was empty.  Why were we here?!?

Chris pulled an oddly wrapped box from the trunk, and I awkwardly tailed him into the ballroom.  There was no one there, and to be completely honest it was an eery feeling.  I felt uncomfortable in my own skin, and wanted to slither out and perch myself up on the balcony with a better view of the people I knew were just waiting to walk in on whatever was about to happen.  Well, no one walked in, I didn’t get the out-of-body experience I was hoping for, but Chris pulled off a very Chris and very sweet surprise.  He had Dan Mills record the song he wrote for our wedding.  Inside the strange box was a stereo.  The first time Chris and I listened to the song together since our wedding day was again at Rhodes, and we danced to it for the second time.  Don’t let your eyes roll out of your head, it was sweet and adorable and exactly why I fell in love with Chris in the first place.

The dance was followed by an incredible dinner at Gracie’s in Providence, and our anniversary celebrations ended on a high.  We were showered with cards and sweet messages from so many friends and family, but here’s an anniversary gift that can’t go without mention.  Monday night when we returned from the lake, three of Chris’s five younger Lavigne cousins came over and presented us with this:

It’s a bench hand-painted by the five of them, each square personalized by a different cousin.  It’s pretty remarkable, really.

And for stomaching my sap, have a laugh at our dog with no shame.  Man parts:

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A Year Later…

This time last year Chris and I were getting married.  It’s baffling to reflect on the past twelve months and realize how much time really has gone by.  I’m not sure where the time went (as is reflective in the late send off of those thank you cards….I’m sorry if I wished you well on your pregnancy and you now have a six month old, I started them a while ago….).

To avoid nauseating those that grit at sappiness, without saying too much, the last year has been better than I ever could have imagined.  Though moving back to Rhode Island has been a transition in and of itself, it’s so. much. fun. to hang out with Chris every night. They say the first year of living together is the hardest; well, if that’s true, I can’t wait to see how easy the future years are, because this one was a breeze.

Last year Chris surprised me with a quick trip to Nantucket since our honeymoon was delayed.  We’ve since decided to alternate years with a surprise getaway in celebration of our anniversary.  I was up first, so I whisked Chris away to Lake Winnipesaukee, New Hampshire for a weekend of almost perfect but not quite relaxation.  The pressure was on in ensuring a weekend that could stand even a spark of a flame to our weekend in Nantucket, so I went balls out.  I rented a room at the nicest Inn on the lake, made reservations for dinner, booked a couples massage, and rented a boat.  I thought I had ensured a good time, and off we went.

The weekend ended up being exactly what I was hoping it would be, but after a failure on the NH state boating license exam that I sprung on Chris when we got there, a reservation in the wrong hotel, and massages booked on the only day I didn’t get the discount I had thought I was receiving….the first hour of our trip had me swearing off the responsibility of planning for all eternity.

My parents ended up faxing over Chris’s RI boaters license which was good in NH as well, we were transferred into the correct hotel for the second night (the night of our actual anniversary), and the spa gave me the discount without question.  I swung a near miss, but all in all I think I did alright.

Chris surprised me with a new camera….a Sony NEX-3 micro 4/3.  It’s compact like a point and shoot, but has interchangeable lenses like our Canons.  D-series cameras aren’t always convenient or safe to bring along, so I’m psyched to have a new toy.  All of our pictures from the trip were taken with the new little guy.

Wrong hotel:

Right hotel:

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Powerless

That’s what we’ve been since 7:30AM Sunday morning.  Thanks, Irene.  Don’t bother doing the math, that puts us at day six.  You don’t appreciate the simple pleasures until they’re no longer at your fingertips.  It’s amazing how easily a little filth on the floor and dishes in the sink can sway one’s mood.  We’ve got a generator, so I can sneak in a shower a day…but the slick, wet hair thrown in a bun for work is a throwback to my high school years and one that feels unprofessional, at best.  I can’t wait to be able to run a load of laundry, cook some normal food, and wash our dusty floors.

Here’s a look at Killington’s base lodge, may it rest in peace:

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