Okay, here we go.

So give me like 5 minutes to put it up but I'm moving blogs because we're (I mean Isaac and I but all you guys are invited too) moving onto an exciting and at times nervous adventure.

Part of the trepidation is that the mean person at work knows in general what's going on but I don't think they know how to even find my blog but it's more about the journey. So much unknown but I know it's going to be so great.

Also I don't know if I'll continue to blog on here but I'll definitely leave it up and who knows if I won't eventually move back to this blog. It feels kind of weird to change blogs but good too. So without anymore adieu.

I'm moving here.

Just remember, give me five minutes. :)

My sister wore me out this weekend.

OMG. It was so nice to see my sister this weekend and it's kinda weird she's still in town at a conference but I won't see her again before she leaves.

We went to La Conner and had breakfast and rambled about the adorable small town most of the day and then we went and grabbed Isaac and had sushi for dinner.

On Sunday we went to Archie McPhee's (if you have never been you have to go, even just to go) and then we walked the entire Woodland Park Zoo (which is an amazing zoo btw) and then we went shopping because I needed new summer shirts for work and Carrie wanted a glitter bag from the Gap (which happened to be on sale, score) and then, sadly it came to an end and I dropped her off at her hotel.

I also had to be handy woman again this weekend because our backdoor lock stopped working, and while it was spendy it was super easy to install and I don't have to worry about how we're going to lock and unlock to get in the house.

Also? I'm pretty sure I'm going to unveil my surprise this evening. Still kinda nervous about it because it's gonna make it really real. While right now it's still kinda nebulous (but I promise, it's a good surprise). Sorry to keep dangling it there in front of you! I'm really not trying to be mean, promise. It will be up tonight.

Grand Mama Elizabeth

So when I was little my parents divorced (completely for the better) and both remarried. My stepdad's parents also divorced when he was in high school and so my step grandfather remarried a woman by the name of Elizabeth. We were not allowed to call her Grandma (she was younger than my mom so I can see why, this also irritated my mom. That she was younger I mean) we could only call her Elizabeth. And she was British (although I don't know how long she actually lived in Britain), she loved telling us this and over doing her accent. Along with not being able to call her Grandma she renamed my sister Lindsay, calling her instead Leslie because Lindsay was not a British name. True story. That annoyed both Lindsay and I to no end.

But the bright side was that she had horses, Morgan horses to be exact (at first I actually thought the names of the horses were Morgan so I was rather confused. I was quickly corrected in my thinking) and whenever we would visit she allowed us to ride them. That and she along with my step grandfather (who I was allowed to call grandfather) would always take us to the beach and we would get ice cream afterwards.

With that said I'm really super excited today because tomorrow morning I am picking my sister Carrie up from the airport and I get to spend tomorrow and half of Sunday with her before dropping her off to attend the conference she'll be in town for.

I'm looking forward to this:

Well, minus Keith (Miss you man, and the Monkey but you guys get to go see family this weekend too which is awesome. :) ) And to give credit, Kendall (Keith's mom) took this picture last year on their yearly family vacation.

Just a little something.

So my friend Jilian found this on a blog yesterday but I don't know what blog it is so I can't give credit. Sorry. But I think it's funny.

Although mine would say: "Loving me is hard because I'm annoying."

Just ask my husband. He LOVES it...

The way it goes.

I wish that I was able to write down conversations that I have with myself everyday but they usually happen when I'm driving or no hope of a prayer to make it to a computer. I think they're really cool internal dialogues when I'm having them and pretty lame afterwards. Also? I can never remember all my bullet points of what ever topic it is.

But today I'm just feeling grateful. And I wish I could unveil my surprise but I can't just yet. I haven't had time to finish getting it ready and I still need a few items. The chalkboard map of the USA is by shopdirtsa and you can find her on etsy.

Grateful that I have loving parents and inlaws and that my older sister is coming into town this weekend and I haven't seen her in person in quite a while.


Grateful that I have a great job even if I have been running around this morning like a chicken with my head cut off. I have a new boss and she's wonderful but my old boss didn't tell her quite a few things and so helping her figure things out has pushed my job back and it's been kinda stressful. But I know it will get better and smoother it's just getting through the orientation period.

Happy Monday y'all.

P.S.
Don't buy the shirt I'm wearing today. Well you can't really because I bought it last fall at Eddie Bauer but I think you get my point. I saw it and thought "that's really cute, I wonder why there are so many left on the sale rack". I'm slow. It's a cotton 3/4 length sleeve shirt with lots of ribbon pulled through it.
Problem one: The ribbon pulled through? Obviously this created a lot of holes to which the ribbon easily falls out of. Enter a lot of cursing and pulling it back through.
Problem two: Because holes were made in the shirt for said ribbon the holes enlarge in size naturally. Meaning the ribbon starts falling out on it's own. The ribbon also becomes untied all on it's own. Enter more cursing.
Problem three: The shirt is cotton as mentioned above but it is pilling only under my left arm. WTF.
Problem four: I still love this shirt. I am slow.

Checking in

I know I missed posting yesterday but it's the beginning of the month at work and even without the holiday I've been so bogged down with work I'm a day behind. And also? True Blood recently came out on DVD and since I don't pay for premium channels all I want to do is watch it.

But big things are a foot (I love that saying) and I'm working on a new project that I will reveal soon. But currently I'm still a day behind.

New music for you:

And my new project will involve this:

I know, but I don't want to blow the surprise. :)

Isaac

This is for my husband. Because Saturday was our 6th wedding Anniversary.

And I love this photo because I took it and you're looking at me like you really love me.

I love you and all that you do. I appreciate all the hard work, long hours and determination you've given to this union to make sure it works. We're in this together and while we butt heads at times we know how to give and take and talk about the really hard stuff.

And the beach was so amazingly nice this weekend. Even though it rained the sun came out and stayed out the entire time we were outdoors this weekend. And today I was so excited to come home and see that you'd planted most of our garden for this year. (Basil yet to come.)

I know, nothing says classy like 5 gallon buckets.

Yet another reason I'm going to hell.

I'm pretty sure I need to start this story off with saying I have a twin (it's kind of integral to the story). Also we grew up with a lot of sibling rivalry.

I don't remember why or how the thought popped in my head but I thought it would be funny to trick her (I couldn't have been more than 6, 7 at most). So on the spot I came up with a BRILLIANT plan. (I made her believe that everyone on earth did this. hehe) I told her that the real way people talked was that after they said something out loud they said it really fast again but under their breath (basically mouthing it to themselves). At first she thought I was pulling her leg because she didn't see adults doing that but I came with some brilliant reasoning. I told her that she never saw adults doing it because they had been doing it for so long that they did it so fast no one noticed. She believed me after that and she quickly got in the habit. I totally forgot about it but from time to time I would see her do it and remember and laugh to myself. I never corrected her. In fact I so fleetingly remembered she did this whole repeating under her breath back to herself until high school when someone else noticed and told her that it wasn't so.

True story.

I have to say in my defense that I didn't really think she would believe me so wholly and do it for so long. Also I rarely remembered that she did it I was so used to it.

Again, another reason I'm going to hell.

A few tips

1.) (or as I like to say "A - number one" I know it's weird, get used to it) Change the day on your date stamp. That way it actually looks like you come into work every day and all your invoices didn't come in on the same day. I mean May 23rd is a great day and all but don't make yourself look like you're a rock star on Monday and a slacker the rest of the week. Also (part b of the tip) you don't make it look like you're slowly handing out the invoices because this is all the work you have for the week (and hoping no one will notice it's all the same date) because it's not. Lots o'stuff to do.

P.S. no spell check on o'stuff but on definitely on rockstar. Hm. (also hm. Dear spell check, I'm not trying to spell him by mistake.)

2.) (B - number two, if you're curious) If you drink Starbucks via don't clean your coffee cup, just refill it with water. That way you can get every single gram of caffeine out of your cup. Also you're cleaning it out. Double the benefit. What? I didn't say it was for everyone.

3.) (etc., you get the picture. I don't know what happens after I reach number 26 though. My lists are normally short and so I've never encountered that problem.) Okay well I can't think of a third one but I thought I would continue the theme to finish the post. Happy Thursday people.

Update:
4.) Don't pat yourself on the back when you find your website bookmark for shipping because you're too distracted by bright colorful shiny things. YOU BOOKMARKED IT. You already realized that you need a bookmark for a basic website. Bravo.

I think I need more coffee...

I can't make this up.

So on my way home tonight I had a cop come up behind me and literally ride my ass. Just as I was turning he turned on his lights and I seriously thought he was going to pull me over. I had no idea what it was that I had done.

The real story? As soon as I turned he turned his lights off and zoomed past me. He was seriously going to use his lights to make me get over so he could pass me in busy city traffic. Like he had somewhere to go. Um, what?

Apparently I need to tell a cop "you only use your lights in an emergency". Passing someone IS NOT AN EMERGENCY.

Thanks for the anxiety cop. Thanks a lot.


This doesn't help my complex with cops AT ALL.

A couple of things...

Apparently I look like I just graduated from high school (still) and people are shocked to learn I am married even though I wear (wait for it) an engagement and a wedding ring. I only mention this because it happened yesterday, and it's not the first time. I mean I'm all for looking younger than I am (score!) but a teenager or barely 20 year old? Still kinda confused.

Also apparently not only do I look cuter than the guy that normally works our front desk (whew! I was worried there) but I have him BEAT BY A MILE. And apparently it would be hard to beat how cute I am. This is coming from two old men who I assume have problems with their vision (I mean we're all going to get there some day, right?) visiting a resident at the facility I work at. I assume, one might be the resident. I don't actually work with the residents so I can put very few of their faces with their names.

Also the world will actually end on October 21, 2011. He was just six months off...

You're welcome. Apparently I have to sit here and do all the leg work for you. Don't tell me that's an oxymoron because I can totally move my legs while I sit here. Can anyone tell me why I exasperate my husband with my line of thinking? I have no clue.

Phoning it in.

I was looking at the pictures I've taken with my phone this weekend and thought "this is gold" (I know I'm not a good source of judgement). Because normally I take pictures on my phone and then forget all about them. I am finally doing something with them.

Deer!

I took this one for my Dad because apparently he works in the same town as me (not).

Really? This is just funny.

I am apparently part of a small minority that follows the no dumping your home garbage at the rest stop garbage bins. Why else would they have this sign? Also? You only get to rest for 10 minutes. Do these people seriously not have children or pets?

I surprised Isaac with this one.

Baby lamb! Seriously cute.

This is just cool.

(I am so going to hell) Written by someone who has at least two degrees (neither in English though) and from the US. I realize (besides the two degrees this could be my husband). It just makes me giggle.

And new music because I haven't done it in a while. I need to make better decisions because nothing below save the last one has really blown me away. It's not bad, just kinda ho hum. I do love all these artists though.

I was disappointed by this album and I love Kate Nash.

May 22, 2011

I didn't take this but I wish I had. I took this from a friend on Facebook. :)

Today's your last day.

Because the end of the world is coming tomorrow, but at least someone is there to look after the pets. I was planning on a fun no work weekend (my first one after three weekends in a row) but no, now the rapture is screwing me over (yes I know saying that is going to send me to hell, I've accepted it already). At least today is better weather than what is predicted for tomorrow.

(Yes I snuck this picture in because there has been nothing lately.)

So thank you weather for being on the side of the hedonists. Or maybe the weather turns worse tomorrow because of the beginning of the rapture? I'm just confusing myself now.

I'll see you all on Monday, you know, unless you go to Heaven. Otherwise then, good luck.

Some thoughts

This is basically just a mind dumping because I haven't had time to put anything together. Too busy and then just wanting to relax, besides obviously I would rather watch Biggest Loser and Glee than use my mind for thinking about what to type (also why do I have to have topics? I feel lame otherwise.) here.

My current boss at work has resigned and her replacement started yesterday. I had applied for the job but I really don't feel any resentment or bitterness. Honestly. They needed to hire who they felt was right for the job and that wasn't me. I've always felt that I have a job because the company has a need for a certain job to be done and they think I'm pretty stellar at what I currently do. Also? So far she's really cool and I like her a lot.

(Totally different topic now, because that's how my mind works)

When I got home yesterday Isaac had taken out the trash (love it) which kind of ended our nonverbal (non-hostile) stand off as to who was going to do it and who had the most skillz at getting just one more piece in before it over flowed (I'm a really good smoosher). However he never puts a liner in because apparently that's my specialty (which is true, he doesn't know how to get it just under the lip and slide it in the holder so it stays) yet fails to ask me and I only find out when my hands are full of garbage opening the lid to can sans liner. But I have to give him credit he cuts up whole chickens (much cheaper) and though he has showed me how many times I refuse to learn because it's what he's good at (I know I'm so sweet like that). Also that boy can cook a piece of meat to perfection and while mine is decent it's usually slightly over done and a little dry (that's what they created sauce for right?).

Credit where it's due, give some today. :)

What would you do?

No really. If you didn't have to work for money but you still had to work. Well I guess chose to work would be a more correct statement. Your bills are taken care of, money is in the bank and you even have time for fun. I think this is how we all should look at life but I realize that's rather idyllic.

We all (well most of us) have to work everyday and it's not at what our life's passion is because that's not currently paying the bills ( and sometimes nor will it ever). And while I like my current job it's not what I really want do. I like that I help people and that it's rather predictable (kind of a double edge sword) and I work with great people but I just feel inside that it's not enough.

What I really want to do is be a Physical Therapist for special needs babies and children. And while I love the comfort of routine I know at first I wouldn't have that but I would find it. And I would go back to school right now if I could but I so cannot afford it so it stays a wish.

But someday I will, even if it's a little further off than I like because I'm pretty sure I've loved babies since I was one. And my second favorite thing is helping people. Match the two together and whammo, I'm pretty sure I'd be in heaven (not to mention the pay isn't half bad either). Now I know, every job has it's pit falls and that this specific job I yearn after isn't quite as great as I think it would be but I still want it. So here's to hoping sooner than later.

What job wold you do if you could do anything?

It's Friday

And all that that title does is put the Justin Bieber song in my head (no I haven't ever willingly listened to it, what are you talking about?!?!). Which reminds me of the teller at the bank I go to every day for work because he hates Justin Bieber and for his birthday his coworkers got him Justin Bieber balloons. So now I call him Beebs everyday. He LOVES me. No really. Well, maybe.

And now I'm thinking I'm writing an entire post about Justin Bieber which was SO not my goal. This is really just a stream of consciousness post.

I'm also so glad blogger is back up because it was driving me crazy and I couldn't prepare a post. (Do not tell me I could have just used Word, because I could have but that defeats my excuse. Stick with me.) So instead today you're getting a half assed Justin Bieber and stream of consciousness post. OMG I need to stop saying Justin Bieber.

Work again tomorrow but I'm off next weekend (yay!) and Sunday I'll get to see my husband whom I have seen very little of as of late because we have been working polar opposite schedules but today is the last day of that. So starting Sunday I'll finally get to see him everyday. I don't know how couples that have this schedule do it. I miss him a ton.

Happy Friday!

How I read.

From left to right. Duh. End of blog post.

Just kidding.

I have a degree in English but this however, does not make me any sort of authority on books. Like wine I read what I like. (And this is making me question how self centered this entire blog post is because I am going to make you listen, well you're choosing to listen, to what I like to read. But really isn't a blog entirely self centered anyway? Sorry, done with the tangent.)

I can't read too much adult literature (and I don't mean that adult literature) because so much of it starts out downhill and then continues to end that way. Or it starts out okay and then ends downhill. I can't stand stories that end depressing, heartbreakingly sad. I feel like life has enough heartbreak, tough decisions to make, and moral gray area that I can't read about it. If I have to live through the real world and all it's up and downs I don't need to escape to situations the same as my own or worse. Because I prefer to be happy and pass that happiness on. (I know my snarkiness really conveys that on here.)

So I read teen literature or sci fi. Teen literature at the very worst ends on a cliffhanger to be resolved in the next book or on an even keel. That I can take. If it's sci fi then it's not so bad because even if it ends down (mostly it ends like teen literature) it's not of this world and I can take that. I don't have to worry about that scenario happening to me or someone I know or even having the knowledge that that possibility has happened or will happen to someone.

So there. I'm currently reading the Dresden Files which ends just the way I like it. :)

Yes I fully admit I'm a dork and I added the pictures to give you something pretty to look at as a reward for reading my post.

Wash, rinse, repeat.

This is how I feel my life has been lately, and I'm tired. So tired. I literally sat on the couch most of yesterday. Called Lori though and wished her a happy Mother's day. I think I should mention here that I'm also working 6 days a week, lest anyone just think I'm lazy.

You know the montage that they sometimes show in movies of people going through the days between when the date of something important is set up and the reaching of that date. Yeah, that's me except if there is something important coming up I was asleep when it was found out. And no one's told me yet.

And I don't have anything pretty or exciting to show you. I think this would be much more entertaining if someone else wrote this blog post and I could just comment on it. I hate it when I run out of ideas and I'm too tired to come up with anything fun or exciting and nothing is popping into my head except the tasks ahead of me today.

You can skip this one, I won't mind.

Update: (this is how exciting I am)
I would appreciate people who are wearing large amounts of cologne to stop walking into my office. I already have a massive sinus headache that I have taken plenty of pain medication for and I can still slightly feel it. So, your cologne? Not. Helping. Also I am then having to use my Febreze to cover that crap up. I would prefer to not have to waste it. Thank you very much.

Also people asking for kleenex of all things. I bring my own in because I have aforementioned sinus clog up very often and the kind provided by the facility is hell on my nose. I'm glad the secret is out that I have the good stuff. Go get your own. I don't bother you for your personal crap. Although I do have to admit having everything but the kitchen sink, and stamps. I'm currently out. What can I say (besides the stamps) I like to be prepared.

How I mistakenly, possibly, maybe (can't find him) have a child I didn't know about...

So apparently I have a son named Adam that I just found out about... That or someone has the wrong number but left me a message anyway wanting my son Adam to come over for a slumber party. I'm still not sure which one it is.

I mean I guess it's possible I have have a son I don't know about... I mean I am a bigamist and I have no idea what Hankadalberto is up to half the time. I'm pretty sure Isaac would have mentioned that we had a son named Adam though. Especially if he was of slumber party going age. Although at this point I'm starting to think Adam was kidnapped because I can't find him anywhere. And I have to say that I must have been on some really good drugs to not remember the pregnancy and to name him Adam. No offense to all the Adams out there (I mean I obviously named my son that, you know the one I can't find). And I like the name Adam but if I were to name my son one of the generic male names I think it would have been Ben.

The only other conclusions I can come up with is Susie asking one of her friends to call me and leave that message. You know, it's her way of pretending I've given her grandchildren. (I can say this about her because it is something she would do. Also she knows this blog exists but just never reads it.) Or, the guy who called me has no idea what the names of Adam's parents are. Yes, maybe his mother's name is Sarah, I mean I could throw a tennis ball and hit another one, easy.

So dear confused man who I'm not going to call back and explain that I don't have a son (I think, I'm still looking to make sure), I don't think Adam can make it. Well at least my Adam, I have to find him first.