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A New Addition to the Family

The last few months have been crazy. Just a little while ago, I gave 3 weeks notice at the company I had been working at for the past four years. It was a painfully hard decision, but Jason and I had each been driving 1.5 hours each way to commute to work, and after a year and half it was taking a heavy toll. With my new position, we’ll be able to move closer to Nashville and reduce our commute time to almost nil. It will be strange to have almost 3 hours back every day.

And then we took our vacation to Barbados, I started my new job, and we’ve spent our weekends since then apartment searching.

But finally, we’ve found an apartment. Ironically it is the same complex that Jason was living in when we first met, and we’ll be moving in the weekend before Thanksgiving. Around the same time, we’ll also be picking up the newest addition to our little family.

For a while, Jason and I had tossed around the idea of getting a puppy, but it was never really possible because of schedules. Once we move though, we’ll have the time and the energy to take care of one. So for the past few weeks we’ve been looking around for the perfect one. And then we found her.

Waffle is a rat terrier, born September 27th, and when we bring her home she’ll be just 7 weeks old.

We visited the breeder up in Kentucky today (just an hour and half drive from Columbia), met Waffle for the first time, and got to see all of the other types of rat terriers. It’s easy to see how people have a hard time having just one.

And her name? We came up with it on the drive up to visit her. We were tossing around names from characters in books and movies, city and street names, types of cars, things of the back of trucks, and finally signs off billboards for casinos, stores and restaurants.

Waffle House, anyone?

21 October 2007 » read » 0 Comments

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The Sun is Hotter in Barbados

Saturday the 6th we stepped off the plane back into the states after spending a week in Barbados. It was a strange sensation, like stepping into the middle of a really busy street after being inside some place very quiet and still. When I drove to the store the next day, the steering wheel in my hand and the road beneath my tires were suddenly unfamiliar sensations. It wasn’t that I had been isolated for a week or that I hadn’t been in any vehicles, I had, it’s just that suddenly jarred back into the faster pace of life in the states.

Barbados is the southern most island in the Caribbean and is actually a part of the British West Indies rather than the American side. You can tell because they like cricket there, a lot, and they drive on the wrong side of the road. The accent, however, is not British, but something else entirely. It took me days to finally successfully understand what people were saying.

Comparatively, Barbados a large island, but you can still make the circuit of it in a relatively short amount of time, barring traffic in the capital city, Bridgetown, or along any of the smaller roads. The Bajans don’t seem to to have much stock in highways or even particularly well-paved two ways.

19 October 2007 » read » One Comment