Exactly 13 years ago, I left my mark inside the Air Force Memorial in Washington DC. I was stationed at the Pentagon as a writer for the Secretary of the Air Force, responsible for covering, among other things, the construction of the memorial next to Arlington Cemetery.Continue reading
“Tell Julie she didn’t kill any of them.”
That was the message relayed to me from Katherine at Arcadia Farm in Northern Virginia. During my work trip last week, I took a personal day to run some errands and spend a few hours volunteering with my friend and sister veteran, Jenn, at this farm located on property once owned by George Washington.Continue reading
I was sent to Washington DC for a short-notice two-day training session that left me with very little down time, but I managed to catch up with these ladies … and a strawberry margarita.
I will forever be grateful for having the kind of friends who will drop everything and change their plans, and even travel more than an hour (my friend Stacey!!!) just to spend some time with me.
I wish I could have stayed longer and visit with so many of you…definitely next time!
Enjoying breakfast and the view at the Gorgeous Kitchen in Heathrow Airport.
Just a few more hours till I’m home!!
[dropcap style=”color: #9b9b9b;”]I[/dropcap]t’s a holiday weekend this weekend!
As we all prepare to celebrate America’s Independence Day over here in Germany, I’m sharing my post about the holiday from 2012. That was the year we all went into downtown DC, and I wore a Where’s Waldo shirt.
See if you can spot me in today’s Flashback Friday by reading all about it HERE.
It all started with a Facebook post.
There was a news article about a casting call for extras for a very popular television political drama filmed in our area. I posted the link, and on a whim, suggested I would do it if others did it with me, even though I never watched a single episode, couldn’t tell you a single plot line, or name a single character. But they put out a call for people who looked like DC government types, and certainly I can pass as a DC government type, right? Continue reading
I’m typing this at the airport, waiting with the rest of the family to board the plane that’s going to carry us across the ocean to our new life in Germany. It’s funny: even though we’ve been working/hoping/wishing for this day for more than a year now, it’s really hard to believe it’s actually happening now.
While it’s been so crazy chaotic the past 24 hours, I’ve been peeking at my cell phone throughout the day, taking advantage of my final hours with this particular phone service. I’ve become verklempt many times over as I’ve read the sweetest notes, posts, and texts of encouragement from so many friends and family members. I’ve shared them with Martin, read them aloud to the kids. We appreciate all of it so much.
We’ve been living in a hotel for more than a week. It feels like we’ve been here much longer than that, though. It’s all been a blur. We checked into the hotel the day the movers drove off with all our belongings. The next day, we enjoyed a nice day of swimming in the hotel pool and visiting with friends, but Martin and the younger two were feeling a bit under the weather.
Initially, the folks at the clinic (where we took Jaz since his asthma flared up) thought it was a shared upper respiratory infection. But within 48 hours, all three of them got worse: high fever, body aches, coughing, and looking like death warmed over. All of them were miserable, but Jaz was the worst of them. His asthma was raging, and it was scary enough for us to take him to the clinic a second time. That’s when they tested and confirmed the illness they were all sharing was the flu: specifically, the strain that was not included in this year’s vaccine.Continue reading
Turned in my laptop and badge, hugged my colleagues/friends goodbye, and snapped one more shot of the Capitol covered with scaffolding and fog.
Just got our official flight confirmations. Just a few more days to go. Ho! Ho! Ho!
We’re looking at our seating assignments. Miss C and I were put by windows in separate aisles. Martin’s a few aisles back in the center seat with the other two on either side of him. Not sure if I should protest…. Continue reading
It’s my last full week at work, which means free lunch from those who are going to miss me!
Man, I’m going to miss this food. But even more, I’m going to miss these wonderful, brilliant, hilarious, and thoughtful coworkers who are going to miss me, too.
Looks like a bandage, doesn’t it?