Another reason to SLACK...

>> Thursday, June 18, 2009

So, I'm what you might call a procrastinator. I'm a writer! It's what we do. Of course, then, it would make sense that I was writing right up to the deadline for my most recent article, with only about a half hour of time to prepare for our 2010 editorial meeting. And actually, I have my slow computer to thank for that half hour; because it took my computer forever to start up this morning, I had time to go through my ideas folder and jot down a list of my article ideas. Que suerte!

Our meeting -- Jen Hoydicz, Anthony and me -- was scheduled for 11:30, which gave us only a half hour until lunch. I figured we'd run over, unless someone needed that conference room. We had some good conversation about other ideas we have for the pub, and with only a few minutes left to spare, I started running down my list of story ideas. Jen didn't seem very interested, but I was excited and I just kept going. Then there was a knock on the door and someone from another department asked us to leave the room.

Which was weird. She didn't say, "Hey, we're scheduled for the room at this time." She said, "Can you guys come out into the hallway for a minute?" Which was weird. But I didn't really think anything of it.

Then our little pub group yelled "Surprise!" from the bigger conference room across the hall. I was shocked.

First of all, everybody (Jen and Caitlin) knows that I don't like surprises. They also know that I specifically requested (to my mother-in-law) that my shower not be a surprise. So I figured they would do the same for my work shower. In fact, I actually had started wondering why they weren't planning my shower yet, seeing as how I only have about a month left. But apparently, they had been planning.

The conference room was decorated with all this great baby stuff, and as soon as we walked in and sat down, Robin started with the baby games. I just sat there smiling -- I seriously was shocked, and I'm never surprised. They did a great job. The pizza was delicious, of course (thank you, Joe's Pizza) and they got me AN ICE CREAM CAKE(!), because they know how much I love it. They also brought entirely too many gifts, and they all wrote up their advice for me, and Bill and Baby. It was a wonderful surprise, and I was so happy.

A big thank you goes to Jen, Cait, Robin, Tom, Anthony, Sarah, Peggy, Carey, Joe, Kristine and Kristin.

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Steph and Bill

We officially met at Rowan University, in Bozorth Hall, in publication layout class in January 2003: Bill was a student, I was the professor’s helper. He kept pretending he didn’t know how to make bulleted lists, but I knew he just wanted me to keep running over to his computer.


We basically moved in together and started dating at the same time, and spent a couple of years hanging out and dreaming about the future and driving up and down the NJ Turnpike from our parents houses to “our” apartment in Glassboro, until we both moved back home after graduation from grad school. Where the pressure to get married already really started.


On June 17, 2005, I suggested we go into the city to see the Empire State Building, because it was something neither of us had ever done. On the walk from the train, I put on my left hand a ring he had given me for Christmas — I said I didn’t need a ring to know we were going to get married, and anytime he got around to it was fine. Whatever. Typical Steph-fighting-words.


When we got to the Empire State Building, I tried to go inside, but he kept me outside, saying how big the building was. I said, yeah, that’s great, let’s go inside, and started to walk toward the door. He grabbed my arm and spun me around to kiss and hug me, and said, Take that ring off that hand. If you’re going to have a ring on that hand, it has to be the right one. And he put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a box and got down on his knee on the New York concrete and proposed. People coming out of the building stopped to watch. I cried.


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Miss Maeberry

Miss Maeberry came into our lives on March 24, 2007. She was born Jan. 11 of that year in the Poconos, and we rescued her as soon as we could. (Not really, but, well, we were glad to bring her home from the breeders’.) She was a tiny, scared, little bundle of fur … and then she grew up. Aside from the plethora of health issues she has, she’s a bit crazy. But we love her anyway.


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Xavier Shea

The love of all of our lives, and the main subject of this blog. Xavier came into our lives on Aug. 1, 2009, and quickly shot up both on the growth charts and in our hearts.


Let’s not waste anymore time here and just get to it, shall we?

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