The Pops

David and I went to see the Boston Pops on the 26th, as part of our Christmas present from my parents. We had a blast. His parents came as did mine -- the proof is in the smiles of the great time we had.

From our patio when there are no hurricanes.  

The sunset.  

The sunset from our patio, the view from our patio when I first moved in, David lounging in our first grown up chair, and me on a segway.  

What I've been up to

Since a bunch of you have been begging me to put pictures up on this blog... here some are.

Elizabeth & David Dec. 26, 2004 at the Boston Pops in Boston's Symphony Hall.  

My year in Review

2004 was a great year for me. Here are some of the highlights:
I lived alone at Simmons and had great friends there.
I got to visit David in Sciliy.
David got out of the NAVY.
I got a journalism award from Simmons.
I graduated from Simmons.
I attended Poynter's summer fellowship.
I was selected as Poynter's year long intern.
David asked me to marry him-- July 22, 2006 here we come!
I was offered a freelancing gig from the Organization of News Ombudsmen.
David came to live with me in Florida.
I got a great new car that I love-- my first car that is actually MINE.
My parents visited for Thanksgiving.
My best friends agreed to be in my wedding.
Alex is getting married.
Reagan is getting married.
David and I have started saving money for a house.
We're going home for Christmas. Our first time traveling together!
We're going to have a happy new year.

Best wishes in 2005, here's hoping it's as good as 2004.

Bah Humbug

Last night my fiance and I had a big bah humbug session.

Here's the scenario: Last week my favorite khakis turned up missing. This week, my favorite PJs were missing... along with the sweatshirt my fiance gave me when he first got out of bootcamp 4 years ago.

Why would anyone steal my ratty old sweatshirt? While I am not one who clings to material possessions, not having that sweatshirt really upset me. It got me through many long nights in Boston without him.

So, my fiance, got angry-- for me. I got sad, he went to do something about it. He went to the laundry room we use at our apartment complex, and he rummaged. He came home about 20 minutes later with a trashbag full of our clothes. Turns out someone had decided that they wanted to use the washing machine our clothes were in and just decided to take ours out-- mid-cycle. So our clothes were thrown--wet--into the trash.

It wasn't the whole load we recovered. Who knows what we will. I got my favorite pants back, and my favorite PJs.

But not the Navy sweatshirt.

We put up a sign in the laundry room. But I have a feeling I will never see it again. I'm upset about my sweatshirt. But, at least I still have the man who used to wear the sweatshirt with me.