Saturday, December 24, 2011
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
I haven't written in almost a year. The last post was for my 2010 Holiday letter and I've already started my 2011 letter. If you have a problem, you can go suck it. I am in no mood.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Welcome to my second annual Holiday Letter. This year I am going green with my letter! Basically, I can’t afford to print and mail these suckers. As the way of my people, it has been another busy year.
School remains a prominent part of my life. After 2 months of intensive research, 43 hours of interviews, 2 conferences in Dallas and Washington DC, plus countless weekends, I am happy to say I survived my thesis! Now I have 2 quarters of school till graduation in June. In May, I took advantage of my first abroad school trip; a program at the Cannes Film Festival in France. I went out a few days early to see my sister, who is still attending school and living in Paris. It was wonderful to catch up with her, see Paris, and eat escargot. Once in Cannes, I saw amazing films, terrible films, and really strange foreign films. The students in this trip also got to meet with several entertainment professionals in the film distribution business. And there was a yacht party I went to till 3am.
Back in the States, I remained busy purchasing my first home. As of my birthday in July, I officially became a homeowner! As thrilled as Craig and I are of our condo, it is a work in progress. We got a place heavily infested with cockroaches, broken windows, and walls covered in crayons. Several visits from an exterminator, and many visits to Home Depot, and I can proudly say that our place is bug-free and on its way to total awesomeness. However, two weeks before we had to move in, I had an emergency appendicitis. I was out of commission, and Craig really put in heroic efforts to get us moved. After several weeks of recovery I am good as new, except for a few scars. And Craig tells me scars are sexy.
We had two additions to our furry family. Due to unfortunate circumstances, we ended up with Craig’s sister’s cat, Newton. This fat orange tabby is an utter love bug. He loves to sit in my lap , purr, and shed. We also adopted a small, fluffy mutt from the Humane Society. Our Princess Buttercup was rescued from a hoarder, who had 35 small dogs at his place. Buttercup was one of the last of these dogs adopted from the shelter. She is dangerously cute, and has tagged Craig as her ‘super special person.’ Now at 4 cats, 1 dog, 1 fish, and 2 people, Craig and I are especially glad to have moved into a larger place.
Sadly, there has been tragedy this year. The worst news came in October when Craig’s younger brother Bobby died suddenly. He was an amazing and loving person. We, along with the rest of his family and friends, miss him greatly.
As the year comes to a close, I look forward to significant events coming up next year. Both my sister and I will graduate from masters programs in June. After three years of working full time and attending a top MBA program, I am ready to move on. It has been an interesting and intense journey. Craig and I are eagerly looking forward to our wedding in September. We anticipate an intimate service at the park where my parents had their wedding reception. Afterward, we will be moving the reception to a local water park. We can’t wait!
I hope this year sees you in good health and good spirits.
All the best,
Brandie & Craig
Tesla, Kelvin, Curie & Newton
Monday, November 29, 2010
It has been over a year since I posted, and I wanted to say I'm sorry. You have been a good, faithful blog- and, well, I have ignored you. I was planning to say that I would try to do better now, be a better blogger- the kind of blogger you need me to be. But the the truth is, I just can't commit. Sure, I'll have a steady stream of blogs for a few weeks, but then life will certainly get busy again. Before long we will be back to sporadic late night drunk-blogging where I promise to change.
So I am laying it out on the table right now. I would be interested in an open blogging relationship. I am being very honest that I will read other blogs, and probably even comment on some of them. I really enjoy blogging here, but I am just not ready for the time it takes to be committed to this blog. I'm sure there will be future updates on what I'm doing, and what's been going on in this last, most-crazy year. For now, let's just be blog with benefits.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
9:30am I got a call from her that my childhood cat, Tristan, wasn't doing well. She was lathargic, deydrated, and had a kitty fever. Mom was going to take her in to the emergency vet and hopefully, if things settled down, come to Glen Ivy later. I was pingpoing in my head- worried about my cat (who is 14 yr old btw) and worried that my overworked mother wouldn't make it to her massage (that she didn't know about) in the next hour.
10am The spa let me reschedule mom's massage for later in the day.
11am Mom's sisters show up. We all wait around for word on Tristan, and to find out if my mom would finally get a break.
12:45pm - Mom makes it! Yay! Tristan was given antibiotics and hydrated. Mom's sisters laid down on lawn chairs with their hair in towels and wearing sunglasses. Totally surprised Mom! Lovely day followed.
Wednesday became part II of the Chernow ER festivities:
5:04pm Got a text from Mom that Dad was running a low grade fever, and likely there would be a trip to the ER. I got on the phone with my dad (who doesn't love a text like that?) to get detail. Yes, he had a low fever (100.4) and yes, they were going to the ER- mainly as a precaution, since he was a recent stem cell transplant patient. Every time he got a low fever before it turned out to be something more serious, so all of his doctors just wanted to play it safe.
I spent the evening drinking a large glass of wine, eating take-out, and hoping for the best.
10:48pm Got another text from Mom that they were going home.
The next day they had to go back to the hospital. Dad still had a fever and still on the brink of having to be admitted. Fortunately, his fever broke.