Paul's New Job...and other exciting stuff!

So, some of you might already know this, but my dad spent the last few months trying to work out a business deal that Paul and I were going to manage. The business fell through, though, so now we've been trying to figure out what to do. Well, Paul's Dad manages American Linen here in Twin, and they had a job opening. It's a driving route from here to Sun Valley that pays really well and has great benefits! We're both really excited. He just started today. The nice thing is, he has Tuesdays and weekends off so school won't be such a strain for him when he starts back up in the fall. Yay!!!
As for me, I plan to build up my piano studio and am looking for lots of new students. If anyone knows of any, let me know! I'm way excited about it.
Well, I just spent the last 5 days staying with my family in Buhl. Paul came with me for 2 days and then had to go out of town for work, so I was left all alone! I'm way too much of a pansy to stay by myself in a house, so I stayed with my parents. We had lots of fun. We had to take our hamsters with us, and surprisingly, they lasted through all the torture my brothers and sisters put them through! I had lots of fun watching movies and staying up late with my sisters, just like the good old days. I love my family! Well, I guess that's it for now. We'll keep you posted!

I was Chasing a Cat...

Okay, I've been trying really hard not to tell this story but I can't hold it in any longer. One snowy evening in the middle of December, my wonderful husband went outside to take the trash out. He took a little longer than usual, but I thought it was probably because he spent 2 years in Siberia and knew that you should walk slower on ice. I was wrong. When he finally came back in, his elbows were covered in blood and the rest of him was covered in that stuff that mud and snow make mixed together. I immediately felt sorry for him, because I figured he had had a tragic experience like the ones I have all the time. I pictrued him walking treacherously slow (as I would have done), slipping on the ice (as I would have done), and then trying really hard to fall gracefully while avoiding serious injury (as I would have...failed to do). Then I pictured him having a personal crying spell and then working up the nerve to go inside and admit the ice's victory. This is all how I would have done things. His story was a little...different:
"I was chasing a cat and then I hit a patch of ice. I did that whole cool thing from movies where they try really hard not to fall and they sort of run/fly in place for awhile before they land flat on their backs! Cool, huh?!" I was still stuck on the line, "I was chasing a cat," and it took me a while before the rest of it sank in. Needless to say, men and women handle things very differently.