Reasons I Love Work

I am a very pessimistic person when it comes to my job. It seems that every day I find something new to complain about. The customers I talk to, the people I work with, the hours, everything. I'm creative like that. Because really, its not that bad...like, at all. So to dispell the pessimism that has been slowing growing as the days outside get longer (and nicer) and my tummy grows bigger (and more uncomfortable), I decided to write a list of why my job ain't that bad...

1. My husband works literally five away from me...and we get to carpool. Not that we actually work together or anything. He's way more important and does a lot more complicated things...like with computers and software and stuff. I get lucky if I can open Word.

2. FREE AIRCONDITIONING! Our air conditioning...sucks. It takes literally 3 hours to cool down our 1500sqft apartment. Its ridiculous especially when lugging around baby alien and everything. But at work? I get 9 hours of fantastic coolness. Not to mention, I go in at 8am when its still cool outside and leave at 5pm when it is (supposed) to start getting cooler. Thus, making our electricity bill hit an all-time low last month. Boo yah!

3. Cool people. I work with 6 girls, all around my age who gossip with the best of them...and yeah, occasionally there's drama.....but I love drama so its all good.

4. Dress Code: Don't wear sweats...unless you really want to. Shuper Shweet.

5. Hulu: I used to work until 7pm everyday so this one isn't as relevant now, but when you're here and there isn't anyone else around, hit up that Hulu!

6. I talk to the MOST interesting people. Yeah, a lot of them can be annoying and demanding. But when someone wants to sue you personally for a crappy paint job...you just gotta laugh. AND one time I got a call from a Canadian Radio station who prank called me, live on the radio, saying they painted their cat and didn't know what to do...the worst part...i totally believed them. whoops.

7. Oh yeah, my LIFE is at that office. From the majority of my food, to all my favorite books, to some of my personal files and my checkbook...I'm at the offce waaaay more than our apartment and as a result, my personal life has migrated with me. Which is fine by me, because it is way more organized here (at work, that is) than it is at home.

8. I only have two and a half months left there. Yeah, I love it blah blah blah, but the nicest thing is that I can see the light at the end of the tunnel!

Ode to the terrible/wonderful gym

Oh, gym. How I loathe/love you. You are so boring and mundane, yet you are the only way I feel like getting a workout. I hate the fact that all your TV's have a terrible glare on them, yet I try every single day to make out what the hell is going on during CSI:Las Vegas instead of turning on my ipod. And then there is the air. Oh, the stuffy, stuffy air. Your air conditioning is almost worthless and the fresh air outside is so much more appealing...and yet I suffer. But why? Is it because I feel like I got an actual workout when I go to you? Does taking an evening stroll not count? Apparently not.

So, apparently I will suffer/embrace you, gym, for the next 24 months, but ONLY because that is when our new contract expires...not because I like you, only because my contract says I have to. Just go with it.

25 Weeks...Same Shirt...Different Day :)

Gettin' Bigger! Approx. 3 months to go :)

Vacation!

So Luke and I had a l-o-v-e-l-y vacation in beautiful so cal...even if we did spend our 2 year anniversary cooped up in the car for 10 hours driving back. C'est la vie. All in all we really didn't do much...mostly just relaxed and went to the beach, the San Diego temple and the zoo...which was incredibly fun if not completely exhausting. Yeah, you try walking around an entire zoo carrying a baby gorilla in your uterus...that's what i thought. And while my camera was slooowly dying I was able to get some good pictures of Luke imitating animals :)

My apologies to Luke in advance for embarrassing him...









Now...back to work...sigh.

Like Father Like Son....

So this baby is already taking after his dad. Scary Stuff. Up all night while I'm trying to sleep? Yes. Indecisive? Sure. (We ask him what he wants his name to be and wait for him to kick approval on one of them....but so far nothing! :))And his sense of style? That is definitely following suit...although that might have more to do with me than anything:



Aren't those the cutest shoes you've ever seen? Yeah...they are. I was afraid that boys would be harder to shop for than girls because girls have sooo many cute clothes, color palettes and shoes...but I was so wrong. Ummm, baby converse, anyone? Yes, clothes shopping should NOT be a problem :)