I grilled some steak.
I baked a sweet potato.
I am woman, hear me roar!
Georgia folks! I want to see you when I’m in town next weekend!
Message me so we can hangouuutt.
“A year from now you’ll have wished you had started today.”
(via permanentlyplastic)
Would anyone be interested in weighing in weekly with me?
The accountability is what I need and miss.
We would post our weights here each Monday morning, and maybe make this a 6-week thing. Whoever wins would either get something or would get the ability to yell it from the rooftops! Either way..I do best with folks weighing in along with me, and would love to team up with someone (or multiple people!) that needs the same thing!
I’m pretty sure my boss is pregnant.
This usually doesn’t mean much…unless you’re her nanny.
I know they’re trying for a 3rd (they want 4 girls!), but I didn’t think it would happen so fast. They’re in Mexico on vacation, and she didn’t say anything before they left, but where we keep the Diaper Genie liners is in the cabinet where she also keeps the first aid kit and her pregnancy tests. There was only one pregnancy test in there last week, and it wasn’t in a box. Yesterday, I went to change the Diaper Genie liner and saw a box of 3 pregnancy tests, but only one was left.
NO woman takes 3 pregnancy tests in a span of just a few days if she isn’t pregnant…
I have a feeling my job is going to get exciting very soon. And maybe, if they are pregnant, the baby will share my February birthday!
I hope they tell me when they come back, but I’ve never had a mom get pregnant while I worked for a family. Would the same 3-month-waiting-before-announcing-rule apply to her nanny?
Quiet over here, but I’ve just been busy.
Both jobs are going well. I’m focusing on budgeting, trying to make good food decisions, and getting excited about being in the Georgia sun in 10 days.
I fully appreciate that nothing can even begin to make up for the devastation and scores of lives lost in Oklahoma, but sometimes there are stories that beggar belief and give hope where it seems like there is none.
This, for example, an old lady who has survived the tornado but lost her dog before finding her dog mid-interview, is just too much.
I prefer to say yes to both.
This makes me so happy.
(Source: theprettiestthing)
One of my most prized possessions, my John Mayer framed print. Trying not to let this ruin my day.
I was standing back admiring it on my mantle in my bedroom to see if that was where I wanted to put it, and it slid off, taking my cup of water with it. So the glass is shattered, and the print is ruined.
The glass isn’t the only thing shattered.
I have an almost daily confrontation with the spectre of my own death and the loss of the people whom I love. I’m not particularly religious so I do not have that to fall back on as a means of solace. I am genuinely envious of you folks who do have religion in your life in many ways, but I think this actually provides me an interesting advantage:
I am NOT afraid to love people. People I know, people I have only just met. I’m not afraid to look like a jack-ass or to speak my mind because I know tomorrow, I or they, might be gone. I’m moved to tears by shit that other people find mundane, and I think that’s because I have this countdown timer in the back of my head and I know all too clearly that it will either be me getting left again…or I’ll be doing the leaving. Folks with a belief in the afterlife have a built in “do over” setting in their psyche. I however think you get one chance to get it right or wrong, but either way this is the one shot you’ve got.
I am semi-religious, and I disagree with this. I actually take offense, but that’s not what matters. What matters is that people of little faith shouldn’t read this and assume this person’s opinion holds much merit. Just as atheist or agnostic folks ask that we not judge them, don’t judge those of us that are religious. I don’t have a built-in ‘do-over’ mentality.
You get one shot. Treat people well. Tell them you love them. Call them; Don’t text. Send them flowers while they’re alive.
End rant.
(via farewellflub)
I came across Knox’s Halloween costume that I bought him for last year, but couldn’t find then. He’s not happy.
Peacock fo life.
Things are moving in the right direction, and I’m eating to fuel my body.
May 9th, I was at 228.6 because of poor food choices.
Today, May 18th, I’m back to 227.
Just woke up on this glorious Saturday morning :)
Sun was shining on mine and the pups’ walk, I made a delicious bagel and cappuccino, and now I’m sitting on my couch with absolutely no plan for the day. Perfect!
Just turned on “Flipper” with Elijah Wood and Paul Hogan.
Doing Friday night right.
This is the face of someone so happy to be off work and in pajamas at 6:30 on a Friday.
Roommates are both out of town this weekend, I plan to spend time with my pups, unpack (!) my boxes from my move since I haven’t had a chance to breathe in the 14 days since I moved in, a friend from Georgia is in town and we plan to meet up this weekend, and I won a free, 2-hour long, open bar party for tomorrow night that people from work are coming to.
It will be the best weekend in a long time mainly because I can do whatever the hell I want. First order of business tomorrow: Sleeping in!
