Puppy Love

I'm not talking about spending the weekend with my sweet Valentine (I think we've graduated past puppy love), but we did have a nice dinner out with Rachel & JP.

Much of the rest of the long weekend we spent like this...

...staring at their 8 Golden Retriever puppies. Each has a different colored ribbon collar and a spice name...not that we remembered. We'd just call them by their collar color (say that 5 times fast).
On rare occassions (like when Nash was napping) we even let the kids hold one on its own...usually the loud ones to calm them down.




Lula hung with the Everitts for the weekend because we figured 10 dogs in one house was plenty. Being with the Knowlton's pups reminded me of the days of little Lula - who turned 3 this month - she was so cute and tiny.......she's still cute, just not as tiny.

uncelebrated anniversary

A year ago today was Harland's last day of work at the Four Seasons. He informed me yesterday that this temporary turned permanent job has gone back to being temporary and this will be his last week. Laid off twice in two years...in the same week no less.

When Har was laid off last year, we weren't too worried. He received a nice severence package, we had a good tax return coming, and in my mom's words, "You have a roof over your heads and plenty of food in the kitchen." (My mom rocks, by the way.) In many ways last year was such a wonderful time for us. While Har looked for jobs we could still take care of our needs, we had him around all the time (have you heard he does laundry?), and we took several fabulous vacations (like this one or this one). Amazing, right?

Honestly, we're not too upset about this lay off. The paycheck just replaced the unemplyment check...did not improve it. No to mention that he'll have more freedom to do some hunting and interviewing for real jobs. This temp gig did get in the way of that.

This time around, we aren't planning vacations and we'll be budgeting tighter, but we're not complaining. We'll be praying for a job again, but a job that he likes going to and one that pays well enough that we can move into our own place. Aren't we supposed to be specific in our prayers?

Here's to another wonderful year...