Friday, September 01, 2006

Promoted to dog-sitter

We had a great day yesterday. Al has been promoted and everyone is happy. The parties, both of them, went well. The sub and the cake went fast at work, then the chili and everything else went fast that night.

During promotion ceremonies, the commander gives a little speech about the person's accomplishments. I sat there thinking, "I didn't know he did that!" Well, maybe I did, but I had never heard all of it described with such impressive adjectives and facts. For Al, it's just his job and he quickly will tell you that it's not him, it's the help he gets from his co-workers and luck. But that's one of the things that makes him special. He thanks the people he works with and that work for him first. Well, actually, he thanked his wife for putting up with him for all these years, first.

Then, instead of giving me the obligatory (his word, not mine) roses, he gave me something he knew I would like more--a Mont Blanc pen! Holy shit! He announced to everyone that I have a pen fetish, which is true, then he gave me this lovely pen. I'm almost afraid to write with it. Almost.

I am unworthy of this marriage. Now, don't try to make me feel better, I'm serious. As I listened to the colonel talk about Al's accomplishments, I realized that in the last couple of years, I've become apathetic. Apathetic to military things, to his job, to what comes next for us, and to my part in it. Granted, Al's had his moments, too, when he's a little apathetic, and I know we can't always both be totally attentive all the time, but I think I've fallen down on the job here, so to speak. So, now I just have to do something about it. Does anyone have a time machine?

On a happier note, we are dog sitting this weekend! She is the sweetest boxer mix, and her name is Pheobe. She's 11 years old and about 70 pounds and is so well trained. When I woke up this morning, I wondered if she needed to go outside yet, and about that time I heard her jingling as she came upstairs to find us. Oh, and she was carrying one of her stuffed toys with her. She's so cute. And she has already realized where her cookies are being kept and leads us to them regularly.

Here are a couple of pics of her:

Isn't she cute?!?

Have a great long weekend everyone! I think we're just going to hang out with the dog.


saz said...

I saw my first Mont Blanc pen not long ago. I would have been happy with the case alone! I suspect you deserve it Kell. You and Al seem perfect together.

And what a charmer Phoebe is. Boxers are so SWEET! Have fun with her but don't let her near your pen.

Susan said...

OK, as I'm not allowed to say anything nice, I think you should give the pen back while throwing yourself on the ground chanting "I'm not worthy, I'm not worthy!"

On the other hand...Al obviously thinks you are worthy. Did he not go beyond the obligatory roses to give you something that he knew you would love? Just sayin...

Kell said...

"I'm not worthy! I'm not worthy!" But I'm not givin' back that pen!

And yes, major hubby points for that gift.

F&W said...

I'm having pen envy over here... but only for a short moment before I remember I'm left-handed and would likely smear the crap out of whatever I'd write with that lovely instrument.

MAJOR Hubby points! Way to go, Al.

And way to go, Kell! Clearly someone who knows a thing or two about who and what you are appreciates what you do! (remember the pen?)

Phoebe is ridiculously cute. I mean it.

Newt said...

awwww cute puppy! And I agree with the other comments, the pen is clearly a sign that you are not just worthy, you are truly, deeply, and madly loved by your hubby.