Update.

Last year on this day I was celebrating my 24th wedding anniversary and planning my celebration for the upcoming year. I’m not sure if you remember but I had big plans  - we were supposed to go back to Russia……
Well, the year came and went and guess what… our plans changed. We decided that Russia will always be there and we would be better off to go there when Mr. Putin will not be in charge. (This might never happen, but we shall live and see).
Back to me and my celebration of quarter of a century living with my hubby. Since we did not go anywhere, I decided to invest in me. No no, no, it’s not what you think – no plastic surgeries, no enhancements of any kind….we built a new closet and remodeled our master bathroom. Yes, I know it’s not very romantic…..but at this point what’s more important – organized shoe rack, or expensive trip to cold, cold land,  which one day will happen anyway.
So here are some pictures for you to either hate or to love my idea of celebrating my marriage.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And just one more, to let you know that this is my 25th wedding anniversary:

 

 

 

Renovation, day three – who is walking up there?

When my renovation project started I was promised 3 weeks of construction, What 3 weeks, I thought. Nothing. Well it’s been 3 days and I am over it…..

Max and I were having a quiet dinner when we heard noises coming from the second floor.

Max: Mom, who is walking up there , I thought everybody left already.

Me: Nobody is up there, stop panicking. (Even though Max is as tall as his father, he is still only 13 years old and depends on me to fight burglars and intruders when his father is away.)

Max: Mom, do you hear that? Someone is still walking upstairs. Did you put alarm on?

Me: You’re right. I hear something too. I am going to check it out.

I grabbed the largest kitchen knife and went upstairs. By the way, Max did not follow me; I was on my own to fight whoever was disturbing our dinner.

Now picture this: The floor is completely stripped in my bathroom and there are huge holes in the walls. Apparently Peaches, the most important member of our family, at least he thinks so, got into one of the hole in the wall and while trying to wiggle out of it fell and got stuck between the floor and the ceiling, making all this noise.

BAD, BAD CAT!

Mystery is solved – we finished our dinner in peace.

Let the madness begin!

…… I started this morning with  apology  for being rude for the next few weeks and this is why:

Major renovation! Day 1:

You know what this means?

This means that it is really happening and there is no way back!

This means discomfort, arguments  and occasional b/o ( not from me silly – I leave with boys),  but at the end of all this madness I will be rewarded with a brand new walk – in closet and a new bathroom.  …..and what girl wouldn’t sacrifice few weeks of her life and a life of her love ones for an organized shelves of shoes, shoes and more shoes.

He survived!!!!

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I am writing a post about my father-in-law and I am having the hardest time, not because I have nothing to say, but because no matter what I say about him it will never be enough words to describe his life or my feelings .

He was 13 years old when the World War II started. His family did not have a chance to evacuate and for 3 agonizing years he and his mom lived in Balta Getto where his older brother got killed by a Nazi officer, right before their eyes.

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...... I started this morning on FB apologizing in advance for being rude for the next few weeks and this is why: major renovation! Day 1:

You know what this means? This means that it is really happening and there is no way back, this means discomfort, arguing and occasional b/o ( not from me silly - I leave with boys) But at the end of all this madness I will be rewarded with a brand new walk- in closet and a bathroom and what girl wouldn't sacrifice few weeks for perfect, neat shelves of shoes, shoes and more shoes.

The apocalypse is coming – I am rhyming now.

Here is my attempt to write poetry:

First is my Russian version and second is my lose English translation of the Russian version.

Я оставлю этот мрачный, серый край, 
Где сырость, снег, туман гуляет постоянно,
Я уезжаю в южный и волшебный Рай
Где солнце светит, океан бушует неустанно.

 

Я не боюсь пришедшего конца,
Мне не страшны угрозы племя Мая
В девять утра дватцатого числа
Спешу и я в обьятя солнечнего рая.

 

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It’s time to leave and say goodbye to my land

 

That land of snow, rain and miserable mist.

 

Its time to greet and say hello to white sand.

 

To feel the warmth of ocean and be sun-kissed.

 

 

 

I am not afraid, our World will not be ending,

 

I am not researching  Mayan’s almanac.

 

December 20th my plane will be descending

 

To a place from which I’ll never want to go back.

 

Be honest should I stick with prose?

It’s not really worth it.

So my hubby and I were talking about the lottery, you know the half a billion dollars lottery that is going to make somebody rich and miserable.
This is what it comes down to:
After taking a lump sum and paying all the taxes we would end up with measly 157 millions.
After paying mortgages for all of our relatives and close friends, taking care of all of our kids colleges and trust funds we would have left enough for a nose job for me and for a toupée for him - his words not mine!

Well whatever it is I am still buying a ticket are you?

The latest situation at work.

….and just to prove to you that my glass is always half full, (see my previous post) here is the latest situation at work.

Tuesday, 2 days before Thanksgiving around 4:30 p.m:

Johnny: OK, good night everyone, I will see you tomorrow at 8:00 in the morning and finish my work then.

Everyone: Thank you Johnny, have a good night.

Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving around 9:00 a.m.

Boss: Did anyone hear from Johnny? Do you know if he called and said that he will be late or if he is coming at all?

Everyone: No, nobody has talked to him.

Boss: Hmmm, let’s wait, maybe he is running late.

Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving around noon.

Boss: Ok, let’s call Johnny and make sure nothing happened to him, I am getting worried.

Johnny did not answer his phone. We wished him Happy Thanksgiving and told him to come to work on Friday.

Friday, the day after Thanksgiving around 9:00 a.m. no sign of Johnny, phone disconnected. Hopefully nothing bad happened to Johnny, he probably just took the long weekend off to spend with his family and forgot to tell us.

Monday, 3 days after Thanksgiving – Johnny did not show up to work, phone disconnected.

We are all in panic mode, calling Johnny every hour, phone disconnected. Oh!! A breakthrough – he changed his phone number. Let’s call this number, for sure he will answer – NO HE DID NOT!

We left him a message making sure nothing bad happened to him or his family and we are all here waiting for him and his work is waiting for him too, actually since last Tuesday – lots of work is waiting to be finished.

Tuesday, a week since Johnny has last been seen at work. His new phone goes directly to his voice mail.

Let’s call his family, maybe they will be able to tell us what’s going on?

Johnny’ sister Jonnie: ” What do you mean you are looking for him, when he left last Tuesday he left you a note, did you read it?”

Johnny’s note:

I think Johnny is still laughing at us – we felt beyond stupid.