He never promised me a rose garden...

... but surprised me with one.

Here is a photo of a rose from our garden. We've never seen roses this big... so it's in a Pepsi can for size reference!

Just a rose from our garden. We have so many, in just about every rare color: peach, light pink (in photo), lavender, white... just amazingly beautiful... 

This is our house, this is our house on drugs...

I just know these pictures will excuse us from being socially retarded at the moment... It really is as bad as it looks, and although I (Gabriela) can adapt easily, it has been a true test of our marriage, if nothing else has been...

So please excuse our lack of contact, greeting cards, thank-yous or whatever else may have bothered any of you. We are literally in a mess! At times Bala (Stefan Jr.) has said "I don't want to move anymore!" in tears and truly spoke for all of us... dogs included, I think...

OUR KITCHEN (great floor, huh?)

The other side of the kitchen, leading towards the back of the house and the laundry room... 

The dining room...

The unlivable livingroom (look Ulla, we closed in the hallway!!) 

SJ's current "office" from one side... 

...and the other side 

Our future office 

Happy on the beach in mid-December... 

We finally moved!!

Indeed. After all the threats, ideas and dreams to move, we finally did it. We are now living in Los Angeles... actually, Sherman Oaks. Personally (Gabriela speaking) I'm not used to this side of Los Angeles, as I've always liked the other side of the hill better, and goodness knows I've never wanted to be called a "valley girl", but since I'm not much of a girl anymore and we're actually on top of the mountain, I can say "we look down on the valley!" tee hee hee...

Anyway, so here we are. Stefan has been home most of this time (with the exception of a 6 day trip) which makes it about 84 solid days he's been home. And, YES we still get along fabulously!!