17 Jul, 2008 | Written by
Tara | under
life
I can’t believe it’s been three years!
My husband is so sweet – makes me feel like a mush (and those of you who know me know what an accomplishment that is…). On our first anniversary, David gave me a red rose and a white rose. Red for the year we’d been married, white for the year to come. He told me he’d do the same thing for as long as we lived. =) This year was the three red roses year.
I love you, D.
I’m looking forward to spending this next year with you. =)
16 Jul, 2008 | Written by
Tara | under
work
Today, our watercooler developed a personality:
It was so funny to see my boss cracking up… he’s been stressed lately, and doesn’t eye-smile a lot. This, however, had him rollin’. (Different strokes…)
Here are some random (and I’m not kidding when I say random) photos from the few days it’s been since I blogged. (sorry, no fun stories this time)
David got a few things done around the house. He fixed the trash can. It’s one of those with a pedal, and the pedal hasn’t been lifting the lid. It’s been like this for a month or so, and I was STILL stepping on that pedal. He finally fixed it for me and it works like a dream. Yeah, coat hangers and electrical tape:

He also mowed. It was time:

We’re trying to teach Jake to fetch (consistently). He’s got the idea – we throw, he retrieves – but he gets tired of it after two throws. On the third, he settles down to chew whatever it is we’ve thrown:

We went to Elayne’s second wedding (to the same guy). They were married quickly and rather privately in March because his visa was expiring and he didn’t want to leave her to go back to Colombia. They had their [already planned] and big wedding this past weekend. Elayne and her dad:

On the way home, the clouds were crazy interesting:

And… the ongoing saga of the bathrooms. So, here’s what the paint looked like when we moved in (it’s HORRIBLE):

And here’s David mixing paint just before we painted the room a solid, non-barf-inducing color:

I never realized how pretty this little town is. I’ve spent years thanking my lucky stars that I escaped small town life… but there’s something to say for the quaint. Nothing in my neighborhood is… quaint. It’s ghetto. Some pictures (I know, they don’t really show the town):





Dave at the window, originally uploaded by tara.aukerman.
(hint, hint, D!)

IMG_01471, originally uploaded by tara.aukerman.

drops, originally uploaded by tara.aukerman.