The Husband is coming to town tomorrow afternoon.
It wants something Non-Indian and specifically asked for Chicken Cacciatore.
I expect to spend the day scourging through Allrecipes.com.
Do you have any recommendations.

And today my father sang
"Today is the last day,
Go to thatha kadai
Eat a Masal vadai
Dhoodu keta yeti wodhai"
He would sing this on the last day of every semester of school. He also sang it when I graduated from undergraduate and graduate school. And also, my last day of work.
:-)
New beginnings..

It's such a mixture of emotions.
When The Husband called and said "My papers went through. I'm coming back.", I felt betrayed. We had made elaborate plans to be the uber cool couple that'd backpack around the country and go hiking to the Himalayas with his parents and explore the history of Delhi (We went through a Mughal history phase that we wanted to implement) We would be there for all the birthdays and weddings and other family functions that we only got to see a week after it had been uploaded on Picasa. And now, I'd be out of a job waiting while our grant went through, which would take another 8 months, living in freaking Chicago.I hate big cities as much as I hate living here away from family.But atleast I'd be with him. A true honeymoon period. Where we're going to fight over who's going to do laundry and who's turn it is for the dishes.
9 days before he shows up.
14 days before my last day of work.
I'm excited for both.
I guess.
I don't know.
I probably will be blogging on a day to day basis.
The Husband and I have bloated up with such ease that it will be a painful journey to get back to the 115 pounds I'm striving for. I'm planning on starting a side blog that details our journey. I don't expect it to be a crash diet where we deprive ourselves off all the good things in life, but sort of a moderation thing. What do you do when have when you go out for a drink or dinner? What did we eat for breakfast that was healthy and required 5 minutes to prepare because we're both really not breakfast people and as the mantra goes "Breakfast really is the most fucking important meal of the day". We're going to hit a gym together. Alcohol will be the first to cut down on. After all the parties, I'm embarassed to walk up to Trader Joes and return 124 bottles. I'm going to let The Husband do that.
All in all, it's going to be a Sort of a Biggest Loser thing.
I don't know.
We'll see
:-)

I take that back.
I'm not moving back home.
The Husband's visa situation was finally approved and it should be here in the next few weeks.
Which throws my world into a little confused orbit again.
I can feel my visions of Madras fading away as the clock ticks on.

Oh. And now that my visa ends in a few weeks and I didn't bother looking for a job after my first 2 disasters, what the fuck am I going to do?
Appropriate to use text slang - Smh..Smh

I'm going home!
Two months more.
:-)

So The Husband and I are thinking of getting a fresh start somewhere else.

And right now its the Kangaroo Kountry.

I can NOT wait to see where things lead.

I haven't been this excited for something in a while.

:-)

Things are generally going so bad that I can't but help cry for 5 minutes and then break out in hysterical fits of giggles.I told The Husband that something "bloody spectacular" happen for us in the next few weeks.
I've been offered and un-offered TWO positions in 7 days because of H1 stuff. It's so ridiculous its funny.
Moving on, moving on.
I've been trying to find that perfect game for the Xbox. A part of me wants to buy Fable 3 but the reviews for it are SO BAD that I can't bring myself to. It might just be Fallout 3 or Mass Effect 2 that I buy.
See, the good thing about this entire situation is, if I don't get a job and take a break, I'll strive to be one of those hip 25 year old hanging out with my Yoga friends at a protein shake bar talking about our sculpting class and walking our dogs. The first thing I'd do is get a dog if I knew I was going to be home for 6 months. I can't wait :-) I'm going to name him/her after Tubby and Duke. RIP. Perhaps Tuke. Or Dubby.But that's setting a personality precedent for a dog even before it can develop one.I think The Husband's family gives the worst names for their pets. One of their first dogs they called 'Duke' without realizing it was a girl. And by then it was too late. And her kids are 'Milo' and 'Rogue'.
I'd pick my Ozzy and Tubby anyday.

Good god.
When will things start looking up for me?
Yesterday on my stroll to Trader Joes, I swatted a bug off my hand so hard that I knocked my wedding band off my finger onto a patch of lawn.
Two hours of Babydoll and me searching for it led to nothing and it started getting dark too.
So I thought I'd catch it with the early morning rays only to see it pouring outside today.
Ugh.
Big Ugh.