I just told a 46 year old woman that I just accepted her and she screeched and giggled like a 14 year old girl at a Jonas Brother's concert.
I love my job. :)
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Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
This Is Why I Love My Job
I have a student who I have been talking with over the phone for the past few weeks. His situation is a bit complicated, he's come to the U.S. from another country, his English is a bit rough, and he has transcripts coming from all over the place. But boy, is he a charmer. Working with both me and our Associate Director, he has not hesitated to let us know when we're doing a good job.
So today, we're on the phone, and its one of those conversations where you are banging your head against the wall, wondering if its ever going to end, and of course you now really need to use the restroom. The student has been struggling to submit a transcript to us. He promised to fax it to me tonight and I told him I'd call him in the morning to let him know if we got it. Pretty routine stuff.
Then there was this:
Student: Kristina, can I tell you something? (He's very polite and formal)
Me: Sure (student name), what's up? (As I think, oh boy here we go..)
Student: If I get accepted to your university, *pause* I promise, I will make you very proud of me.
Me: (Heart sinks, face softens). You know what (student name), I bet you will.
Its a good job.
So today, we're on the phone, and its one of those conversations where you are banging your head against the wall, wondering if its ever going to end, and of course you now really need to use the restroom. The student has been struggling to submit a transcript to us. He promised to fax it to me tonight and I told him I'd call him in the morning to let him know if we got it. Pretty routine stuff.
Then there was this:
Student: Kristina, can I tell you something? (He's very polite and formal)
Me: Sure (student name), what's up? (As I think, oh boy here we go..)
Student: If I get accepted to your university, *pause* I promise, I will make you very proud of me.
Me: (Heart sinks, face softens). You know what (student name), I bet you will.
Its a good job.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Another Essay
So a few weeks ago I wrote a post about how it would be really cool if students only knew that sometimes their admission essays fall in the perfect set of hands. Like girls who's entire life was cheerleading, or students who traveled abroad to help students in a Spanish speaking country.
Well today I got one that probably should not have gone to me. Remember when I hiked Katahdin? I do. I remember crying the entire way up the mountain and not being able to walk for a week following.
Today I got an essay from a girl who also hiked Katahdin. She described her experience by saying that she "raced to the top, dodging boulders, taking in the amazing views, and picking a flower at the top."
I felt the need to throw up a little at the end, but kept my cool.
Well today I got one that probably should not have gone to me. Remember when I hiked Katahdin? I do. I remember crying the entire way up the mountain and not being able to walk for a week following.
Today I got an essay from a girl who also hiked Katahdin. She described her experience by saying that she "raced to the top, dodging boulders, taking in the amazing views, and picking a flower at the top."
I felt the need to throw up a little at the end, but kept my cool.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
If They Only Knew
Sometimes a student doesn't even know how lucky it is that a particular counselor is given his or her application and essay to read. If they only knew how often their file fell into the perfect pair of hands, they would consider themselves to be extremely lucky. For example, when I get students from Hampden Acadamy, I wonder what they would think if they only knew an H.A. alum was reading their application and rooting for them to be admitted. Or the student who has a rough home life, and due to the situation is forced to behave in ways and pick up responsibilities that are far beyond their years. I wish these students knew how close to home their essays hit.
Today I read an essay that was meant to go to me. A student wrote three whole pages about how much she loves Spanish and Spanish class. She talked about how much she owes her Spanish teacher for bringing the language and culture into her life. She was overjoyed at how easily the language came to her. She wrote parts of the essay in Spanish, and discussed how she likes to set her dvd player to play all of her movies in Spanish, or at least watch them with subtitles. She talked about how much she loves the laid back Spanish culture, and how much she can't wait to study abroad some day. She talked about how learning Spanish is a gift. I could just see her beaming while she wrote this essay.
If only this kid knew how close to my heart his essay falls. Even without the essay she was admissible, but there's a little part of me that is proud that I was able to admit her, and I hope she brings her enthusiasm to USM.
Today I read an essay that was meant to go to me. A student wrote three whole pages about how much she loves Spanish and Spanish class. She talked about how much she owes her Spanish teacher for bringing the language and culture into her life. She was overjoyed at how easily the language came to her. She wrote parts of the essay in Spanish, and discussed how she likes to set her dvd player to play all of her movies in Spanish, or at least watch them with subtitles. She talked about how much she loves the laid back Spanish culture, and how much she can't wait to study abroad some day. She talked about how learning Spanish is a gift. I could just see her beaming while she wrote this essay.
If only this kid knew how close to my heart his essay falls. Even without the essay she was admissible, but there's a little part of me that is proud that I was able to admit her, and I hope she brings her enthusiasm to USM.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
And this week's college admission essay of the week is.....
Congratulations to the student who wrote the essay about why USM is the perfect number TWO choice, and outlined all of the reasons she wants to go into the Navy instead of come to college.
::Scratches head and sighs::
::Scratches head and sighs::
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Appreciation, Love, and Support
I find it amazing how easy it is for us to go through our every day lives and not truly stop to think about the things that we are lucky to have. Our spouses, our significant others, our kids, our friends, our jobs, our homes, our animals. There are times we stop to take it in, but on the whole we just run through our days never stopping to think about what would happen if they all went away. We take them for granted. And sadly, it often takes a tragedy for us to realize what we once had.
Its been a rough few years in my office. Although I am new here, I have learned a lot about the people I work with and the things they have been through. Two years ago, one of my colleagues lost her young son. Last May, another lost her husband. His name was Robert, and he is what I would like to write about today.
Robert was a Portland police officer. His wife Carol works in my office, and together they have two very young children. Last May, while routinely getting ready for the following day, he accidentally shot himself in the leg, a shot that ended his young life. I'm sure you can imagine what the past six months have been like for Carol and her kids. I met her youngest, a son, a few months ago. When I greeted him, he shook my hand, and it was a nice strong handshake. I told him so and he looked at me and said "My dad taught me that." My heart melted.
At Robert's funeral, it came about that he wrote poetry. After that day community leaders, police officers, artists, photographers, and students all came together to create a project in support of Robert. They created a calendar that is unlike a calendar I've ever seen. Portland police officers, men and women alike, sat down to write their own poetry. These poems are highlighted through the 12 months of the year, including some of Robert's own. Last week the proofs for the calendar were brought into our office to see, and it was incredibly moving. The best word I could use to describe the calendar would be "humanizing." Like our loved ones, and our homes, jobs, etc., we take our law enforcement for granted. Unless you know an officer on a personal level yourself, you often don't think of them as real people, and you just expect them to always be there. This calendar gives them life inside and outside of the force.
The calendars are $15, which I find to be extremely reasonable. 60% of the proceeds will go to Carol and her children, and the rest will fund future projects similar to this. Even if you are unable to buy a calendar, please check out the website. I will say that I don't think the link itself does the photography, artwork, and poetry enough justice. The link to the calendar is here: http://www.artsandequity.us/calendar.htm, and the link to the project can be found here: http://www.artsandequity.us/index.htm
If you take nothing more from this post take this: Go home tonight and hug your family. If they aren't with you, call them, and tell them you love them. Do it because you still can, and try, hard as it is, to never take what you have for granted, because in a fleeting second, it can all be gone.
Its been a rough few years in my office. Although I am new here, I have learned a lot about the people I work with and the things they have been through. Two years ago, one of my colleagues lost her young son. Last May, another lost her husband. His name was Robert, and he is what I would like to write about today.
Robert was a Portland police officer. His wife Carol works in my office, and together they have two very young children. Last May, while routinely getting ready for the following day, he accidentally shot himself in the leg, a shot that ended his young life. I'm sure you can imagine what the past six months have been like for Carol and her kids. I met her youngest, a son, a few months ago. When I greeted him, he shook my hand, and it was a nice strong handshake. I told him so and he looked at me and said "My dad taught me that." My heart melted.
At Robert's funeral, it came about that he wrote poetry. After that day community leaders, police officers, artists, photographers, and students all came together to create a project in support of Robert. They created a calendar that is unlike a calendar I've ever seen. Portland police officers, men and women alike, sat down to write their own poetry. These poems are highlighted through the 12 months of the year, including some of Robert's own. Last week the proofs for the calendar were brought into our office to see, and it was incredibly moving. The best word I could use to describe the calendar would be "humanizing." Like our loved ones, and our homes, jobs, etc., we take our law enforcement for granted. Unless you know an officer on a personal level yourself, you often don't think of them as real people, and you just expect them to always be there. This calendar gives them life inside and outside of the force.
The calendars are $15, which I find to be extremely reasonable. 60% of the proceeds will go to Carol and her children, and the rest will fund future projects similar to this. Even if you are unable to buy a calendar, please check out the website. I will say that I don't think the link itself does the photography, artwork, and poetry enough justice. The link to the calendar is here: http://www.artsandequity.us/calendar.htm, and the link to the project can be found here: http://www.artsandequity.us/index.htm
If you take nothing more from this post take this: Go home tonight and hug your family. If they aren't with you, call them, and tell them you love them. Do it because you still can, and try, hard as it is, to never take what you have for granted, because in a fleeting second, it can all be gone.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
"Seasons"
So my new job comes in "seasons." There's travel season, from September to November, then reading season from November until September, with a little bit of travel in the middle. I'm about two weeks into the reading season now, and its quite a nice change of pace. What does reading season mean? It means sitting at my double-monitored computer for eight hours reading countless applications and deciding if a kid is ready to come to college. Yup, I actually can admit people. When I was in high school I always wondered if anyone was actually going to read my application, and now I know. At least at USM, we read them all.
The essays I have been reading have been something else. Some make me laugh,(like the kid who claims that chop suey made him who he is today), some make me cry (like the kid who wrote about volunteer work he did with children in the Guatemala City dump), and some just make me cringe. I was never an English teacher, so I've never had the pleasure of learning what kids write about, and I've always wondered. I think the essays are the most fascinating part of the reading I do every day. Its funny, sometimes I'll share the topic of an essay with Jim, like the kid who wrote about Fluffernutter sandwiches and how they changed his life (it actually made a little too much sense), and Jim will claim them to be an instant admit. The essays are great because I get to know a little more about who I'm letting into our school.
Jim asked me an interesting question the other day. He said, if you were offered a teaching position today, would you take it? And I told him honestly, no. I really love this new job. The seasons make it so interesting and I haven't had energy like this in years. I still get to work with students, but I get to connect with adults too. And my department is fantastic. I don't think I've ever worked with a group that is so close and supportive of each other. I couldn't imagine walking away.
On another note, if you haven't heard, Jim got a new position. He is now an academic advisor in the School of Business at USM. He loves it and is so excited about it. It kind of fell in his lap, which was a good thing, since due to some reorganization in the President's Office he wasn't sure where he'd be in the next few weeks, and it puts him up close with students, which is what he's been wanting to do for some time now.
I have to say, it is so nice to have us both come home from work and not be dragging our feet and hating our days. Its been a long time since we've both been there, and its a welcome change.
The essays I have been reading have been something else. Some make me laugh,(like the kid who claims that chop suey made him who he is today), some make me cry (like the kid who wrote about volunteer work he did with children in the Guatemala City dump), and some just make me cringe. I was never an English teacher, so I've never had the pleasure of learning what kids write about, and I've always wondered. I think the essays are the most fascinating part of the reading I do every day. Its funny, sometimes I'll share the topic of an essay with Jim, like the kid who wrote about Fluffernutter sandwiches and how they changed his life (it actually made a little too much sense), and Jim will claim them to be an instant admit. The essays are great because I get to know a little more about who I'm letting into our school.
Jim asked me an interesting question the other day. He said, if you were offered a teaching position today, would you take it? And I told him honestly, no. I really love this new job. The seasons make it so interesting and I haven't had energy like this in years. I still get to work with students, but I get to connect with adults too. And my department is fantastic. I don't think I've ever worked with a group that is so close and supportive of each other. I couldn't imagine walking away.
On another note, if you haven't heard, Jim got a new position. He is now an academic advisor in the School of Business at USM. He loves it and is so excited about it. It kind of fell in his lap, which was a good thing, since due to some reorganization in the President's Office he wasn't sure where he'd be in the next few weeks, and it puts him up close with students, which is what he's been wanting to do for some time now.
I have to say, it is so nice to have us both come home from work and not be dragging our feet and hating our days. Its been a long time since we've both been there, and its a welcome change.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
The Home Stretch
Yikes, I was cranky last night. I'm finding this to be the case not just in myself but most of my traveling colleagues. The "crank" started hitting me about two weeks ago when I was in Connecticut. I thought it was just me, but when I got to a fair one night and listened to the insane amount of grumbling from other reps, I realized I'm in good company. This is my second to last week of travel, and for many reps, the last week of the season. Today I was thinking about my very first day, back in September. I remember pulling up to at a school to a sea of perky individuals, well dressed, carrying their black rolly bags, smiling and cheerful, excited to take on the hundreds of students awaiting their arrival inside. This week, I notice we are all walking a little slower, looking a little sloppier, and hanging our heads a little lower. We're freakin' tired. It's been a blast, don't get me wrong, but after nine weeks of travel, I think we're all ready to be home.
So while I will try my best to keep a positive vibe on the blog over the next week, please do forgive me if I slip up a bit. I'm just sleepy, homesick, and ready for the next "season" of Admissions to start.
So while I will try my best to keep a positive vibe on the blog over the next week, please do forgive me if I slip up a bit. I'm just sleepy, homesick, and ready for the next "season" of Admissions to start.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Bad Blogger!
Yes, I know I've disappeared for a few weeks. I've sat down to write several times, but just couldn't muster up the energy. I guess you could say I've had "blogger's block." The past few weeks have been pretty busy. I spent an entire week split between Connecticut and Rhode Island, ending on Halloween, (which by the way left us with an extra TEN bags of candy when the 100 kids we were told to expect turned into 10 kids). Last week I began the week in Keene and finished it up in the White Mountains. It was great to be able to go to Keene for work. I spent Sunday night with two very good friends, Adam and Kristen, at my most favorite bar, Kilkenny's. I love getting together with college friends, we laugh harder than should be legal when we get together.
Tomorrow I hit the road again, this time to New Jersey for a whole week. I'm definitely excited to be going somewhere I've never been, but sad to be leaving for a whole week. Tuesday night however, I'll be heading to Atlantic City baby(!!!), so I will be sure to post some pictures and stories (of me gambling all by myself, hahaha).
Just a heads up to those of you who followed my blog at all this summer. Jim's mom Mary will be having surgery on Friday to remove the second anuerism from her brain. We will be spending Friday night in Boston with the family but ask you to please keep her in your thoughts. The surgeons will be going in through her head again, and snipping out the anuerism that did not burst. Its very good that she will be getting rid of it and won't have to worry about it anymore! She will be in the ICU at Mass General for a day or so and then in the hospital for hopefully no more than a week. I promise to keep you all updated via my blog like I did this summer.
Tomorrow I hit the road again, this time to New Jersey for a whole week. I'm definitely excited to be going somewhere I've never been, but sad to be leaving for a whole week. Tuesday night however, I'll be heading to Atlantic City baby(!!!), so I will be sure to post some pictures and stories (of me gambling all by myself, hahaha).
Just a heads up to those of you who followed my blog at all this summer. Jim's mom Mary will be having surgery on Friday to remove the second anuerism from her brain. We will be spending Friday night in Boston with the family but ask you to please keep her in your thoughts. The surgeons will be going in through her head again, and snipping out the anuerism that did not burst. Its very good that she will be getting rid of it and won't have to worry about it anymore! She will be in the ICU at Mass General for a day or so and then in the hospital for hopefully no more than a week. I promise to keep you all updated via my blog like I did this summer.
Friday, October 17, 2008
And This Week's Student Genius Is.......
Last night I was at a college fair in Massachusetts when this young lady and her father approached my table. I'm not kidding, the following conversation is word for word:
Girl: I'm so excited USM is here! I'm from Maine originally and I am so excited to get back to my roots.
Me: That's great! What part of Maine are you from?
Girl: I was born in Portland. I'm just so excited to get back there.
Me: Awesome! How long did you live there?
Girl: We moved when I was 6 months old.
Dear God.
Girl: I'm so excited USM is here! I'm from Maine originally and I am so excited to get back to my roots.
Me: That's great! What part of Maine are you from?
Girl: I was born in Portland. I'm just so excited to get back there.
Me: Awesome! How long did you live there?
Girl: We moved when I was 6 months old.
Dear God.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Quote of the Week
And now, the question of the week, brought to you by one very curious high school senior in Massachusetts:
"So, like, with the snow, do I have to like clean off my own car and stuff?"
Oh boy.
"So, like, with the snow, do I have to like clean off my own car and stuff?"
Oh boy.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Tales from the Road
Well I've been a traveling soul for about four weeks now, and its been quite an adventure. I love my new job (yes, I know I've mentioned this once or twice). I have met so many nice people and so many great students. To be connected with kids and schools again and really feel like I am making a difference in someone's life really has me back on my game. For so long I was so miserable at work, and its just awesome to look forward to my days again.
For the most part my days are pretty typical. Wake up, drive south, or wherever from my hotel room, go to a high school fair or visit, meet with anywhere from 1 to 60 students depending on the event, get in the car and do it all over again. My nights in the hotel vary. Some weeks I'm gone three nights in a row, some weeks its just one night and the rest of the days are day trips. Its really not a bad gig.
Every few days though something just plain weird or ridiculous or something that is complete crap happens. Take for example, Tuesday night. I had a fair in western Massachusetts that got out at 9pm. Wednesday morning I had to be on the other side of the state for an early high school visit. If you've ever lived in Mass, you know attempting to drive anywhere in the morning with hope of no traffic or accidents is like saying last night you went out for beers with the Pope. It just doesn't happen. So after my fair got out at 9, I hopped in the car, put the debate on the radio and ventured east. Two hours later I arrived at my hotel in Peabody, very tired and very ready for a hot shower, my reserved king size bed, and fluffy pillows, followed by a nice free breakfast in the morning. When the nice man at the desk told me there were "problems" with the rooms and my reserved room no longer existed, you can imagine I was less than pleased. So the nice man informed me my stay would be free, and that they had set me up at a very nice hotel down the street. The nice man then proceeded to send me to an Extended Stay America a mile down the road. Instead of my nice warm shower, king sized bed, fluffy pillows, and expected breakfast, I was greeted by a scuzzy hippie (no not all hippies are scuzzy, just this one), who directed me to my dirty room, queen sized bed that was hard as a rock, flat pillows, and zero breakfast.
The next morning I woke up with a creak in my neck, and significantly dark circles under my eyes, and proceeded to call the sales manager at the hotel where I was initially supposed to stay. I'm an honors member at this particular chain, and lord knows if I had a night like that I damn well better still be getting my points. (I'm saving up for a cruise you see, it only takes 800,000 points. We'll be enjoying the Mediterranean Sea in roughly our late 80s). Luckily the woman I talked to was fantastic. She informed me that typically if this happens (not that it typically happens), guests are sent to the Sheraton. She wasn't quite sure why I was sent to Cirque du Extendastay, but was rather embarassed. She kindly rewarded me with ten times the amount of points I would have earned had I stayed at her hotel. I kindly accepted them. Yay for me for finally getting the guts to stand up for myself. Two years ago I never would have made that call.
So that's the story this week. Tonight I'm in a much better place. I'm staying at a Homewood Suites in Peabody. My room has three rooms, a full kitchen including a dishwasher, and..wait for it...free popcorn. Oh, and because I'm signed up for rewards there was a sign at the check in desk with my name on it, welcoming me to the hotel. I almost feel famous.
For the most part my days are pretty typical. Wake up, drive south, or wherever from my hotel room, go to a high school fair or visit, meet with anywhere from 1 to 60 students depending on the event, get in the car and do it all over again. My nights in the hotel vary. Some weeks I'm gone three nights in a row, some weeks its just one night and the rest of the days are day trips. Its really not a bad gig.
Every few days though something just plain weird or ridiculous or something that is complete crap happens. Take for example, Tuesday night. I had a fair in western Massachusetts that got out at 9pm. Wednesday morning I had to be on the other side of the state for an early high school visit. If you've ever lived in Mass, you know attempting to drive anywhere in the morning with hope of no traffic or accidents is like saying last night you went out for beers with the Pope. It just doesn't happen. So after my fair got out at 9, I hopped in the car, put the debate on the radio and ventured east. Two hours later I arrived at my hotel in Peabody, very tired and very ready for a hot shower, my reserved king size bed, and fluffy pillows, followed by a nice free breakfast in the morning. When the nice man at the desk told me there were "problems" with the rooms and my reserved room no longer existed, you can imagine I was less than pleased. So the nice man informed me my stay would be free, and that they had set me up at a very nice hotel down the street. The nice man then proceeded to send me to an Extended Stay America a mile down the road. Instead of my nice warm shower, king sized bed, fluffy pillows, and expected breakfast, I was greeted by a scuzzy hippie (no not all hippies are scuzzy, just this one), who directed me to my dirty room, queen sized bed that was hard as a rock, flat pillows, and zero breakfast.
The next morning I woke up with a creak in my neck, and significantly dark circles under my eyes, and proceeded to call the sales manager at the hotel where I was initially supposed to stay. I'm an honors member at this particular chain, and lord knows if I had a night like that I damn well better still be getting my points. (I'm saving up for a cruise you see, it only takes 800,000 points. We'll be enjoying the Mediterranean Sea in roughly our late 80s). Luckily the woman I talked to was fantastic. She informed me that typically if this happens (not that it typically happens), guests are sent to the Sheraton. She wasn't quite sure why I was sent to Cirque du Extendastay, but was rather embarassed. She kindly rewarded me with ten times the amount of points I would have earned had I stayed at her hotel. I kindly accepted them. Yay for me for finally getting the guts to stand up for myself. Two years ago I never would have made that call.
So that's the story this week. Tonight I'm in a much better place. I'm staying at a Homewood Suites in Peabody. My room has three rooms, a full kitchen including a dishwasher, and..wait for it...free popcorn. Oh, and because I'm signed up for rewards there was a sign at the check in desk with my name on it, welcoming me to the hotel. I almost feel famous.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Let the Travel Begin!
So I am on my first official trip for my new job. I am currently slummin' it in a less than wonderful Best Western just outside of Boston. While the hotel may not be the best thing I've experienced in awhile, the job just may be. Today I had four "mini fairs" at four different high schools. Mini fairs are a lot like the big nighttime college fairs you may remember, with tons of different colleges set up at tables, only this is only for the juniors and seniors at the school you are visiting. Its a really great opportunity for the students, and I wish we had done it when I was in high school. The crazy thing though is that the fairs are scheduled virtually back to back with only enough time for travel in between. So at the end of the fair, all the representatives pack up as quickly as possible (we're talking like a 30 second whip all of your materials in a bag), run out the door, drive to the next fair, and do a very quick set up before the students show up. You barely have time to breath. Its funny though to see 60 people with their rolling black bags flying into a school and then the line of cars driving to the next one. Its a little stressful, but exciting too, and I love the "challenge" of getting to each place. The other representatives are really friendly, and I had some great questions from students. It has literally been so long since I have loved going to work each day, and I can't explain how great it feels to be energized by my job like I did when I was teaching.
Tomorrow I have four more mini-fairs, including one at Braintree High where I last taught! I actually still have students there so I'm so excited to see them and my teacher friends!
Tomorrow I have four more mini-fairs, including one at Braintree High where I last taught! I actually still have students there so I'm so excited to see them and my teacher friends!
Thursday, August 28, 2008
The New Job
I know I haven't updated the blog in quite awhile. Things the past two weeks have been pretty busy. I started my new job last week and so far I love it. It is so awesome to get up in the morning and not dread my day and walk out of the office at the end of the day with a smile on my face. Don't get me wrong, I didn't hate every waking minute in my old job, but it was so hard to get excited about what I was doing..it was so BORING to me!! And while I do realize I'm still in the honeymoon phase of my new job, it just feels good. I really think I have found a place where I belong, and its been a long time since I've felt that way. I'm very much looking forward to what my new career will bring me and I think this will be something I will stay with for quite awhile.
I start traveling in about three weeks. Traveling means I will be away from home 4-5 days a week, and away overnight for 2-3 of those nights. I think this will be good for me and Jim. Those of you who know us well know that we are attached at the hip, so a little independent time will be good for us. We are actively looking for a puppy though, so Jim isn't too lonely, so if you hear of any black or chocolate male pups looking for a new home, let us know!
I hope everyone has a good Labor Day weekend. We are laying low, since our summer was so crazy. Saturday night I'm getting together with some of my favorite girls, and I can't wait for a night of a thousand laughs and about as many glasses of wine. :)
I start traveling in about three weeks. Traveling means I will be away from home 4-5 days a week, and away overnight for 2-3 of those nights. I think this will be good for me and Jim. Those of you who know us well know that we are attached at the hip, so a little independent time will be good for us. We are actively looking for a puppy though, so Jim isn't too lonely, so if you hear of any black or chocolate male pups looking for a new home, let us know!
I hope everyone has a good Labor Day weekend. We are laying low, since our summer was so crazy. Saturday night I'm getting together with some of my favorite girls, and I can't wait for a night of a thousand laughs and about as many glasses of wine. :)
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