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Last night I got to do something for the very first time – I got to kiss my husband at midnight as we rang in the new year together.  The beginning of the first full calendar year as a married couple.  And how wonderful it was.  I think it’s fitting that L is the only “real” person I’ve kissed at midnight.  That sounds weird, doesn’t it?  I’m sure there were random people I kissed at midnight – perhaps – but I don’t really remember a lot of those nights.  L is the only one that I kissed that I wanted to kiss.  That I looked forward to kissing.  That ringing in a new year with a kiss with him meant something.  And now he will be the only one I kiss.  Until there are little humans around our home one day and we kiss them, too.

We celebrated with some of my best friends, something we hadn’t done the last two years as we had hung out with a different group of friends.  It was a low key night at a friend’s house, but so fun.  Lots of food, beer, champagne and laughing.  We had lots to celebrate – the first of my close knit friends is expecting twins in July; mine and L’s marriage along with another good friend’s marriage; and E’s engagement – yup, she’s getting married in May.

We’ve come a long way from the days of going out downtown and staying at a hotel.  Nobody got “lost” this year, no one walked 15 minutes from the bar to the hotel barefoot and almost through shattered glass, no one brought any random guys back.  We’ve definitely grown up.  There were babies at the party! (sort of)  There were wedding rings on!  There was talk of buying new cars and new homes and when they planned on “trying”.  It’s amazing to see how we’ve grown.  And how we’ve grown together.  Adding in new members to our circle (husbands and fiances).  It was a wonderful night.

I never make very original resolutions.  Mine are usually the cliche lose weight, get in shape, etc., etc., etc.  This year I’m making goals.  Maybe changing the term will take a little pressure off.  Some are cliche, some aren’t.

1. Lose weight (cliche) 
Last year I had done so well dropping the pounds between January and March for the Cooper River Bride Run.  I lost about 20lbs, but it easily inched back on.  And at our wedding, I wasn’t quite as hefty as I was at the turn of the new year, but I wasn’t as skinny as I wanted to be either.  And since then, I’ve definitely packed them on.  Dear Lord, I have seen numbers on that scale that I have never, EVER seen before.  And I would like to stop seeing them.  The goal is to lose 25lbs by E’s wedding in the middle of May.  When I ring in 2012, I would like to be back at the weight I was when I first did Weight Watchers out of college – that means I have to lose 50lbs.  I hope I can acheive that before next new year’s, but I’m keeping my goals realistic.

2. Improve my time for the CRBR
Last year I ran the race in 1:06:30.  Not too shabby considering I ran a mile for the very first time only 6 months prior.  This year, my goal is two part.  I want to at least run it in 1:03:30 – shave off three minutes.  My ultimate goal, which is a lofty one I know, is to finish in 59:59.  I just want to say I was able to do it in under an hour.  That’s a lot to shave off in three months though – especially since I have to work on my form because I’m running funny on the foot that I cut over the summer.

3. Run a half-marathon
I was hoping to be able to run one this year, but wedding planning kind of got in the way.  I want to be able to run one next fall.  There are some in the late spring that I could try for, but I want to make sure I’m really ready.  L is going to do it with me and we’re going to chose one in a destination so we get a mini-vaca out of it too.  I’m pretty sure I can talk E and LM into it as well.  There are races in Savannah, the Outerbanks and Kiawah Island in October/November that I’m considering.

4. Take better care of my skin
I usually take a shower at night, but when I don’t, I need to be more diligent about taking off my make-up.  Using a better moisturizer and maybe some anti-aging stuff (nothing hardcore).  I hear all those grocery store products actually work, but you should start before the problems actually begin.  I was going to do this around my 26th bday, but never got my act together.

5. Start Couponing
Several of my friends are those crazy couponers that get $100 worth of groceries but only pay $15.  They’ve begun to teach me their ways and now I just need to actually start trying it.

6. Cook more meals
L grew up eating out a lot, so our habit of hardly ever eating at home is nothing out of the ordinary for him.  For awhile, we did good coming up with menus and eating at home all the time.  We need to get back into this, both to save money and to eat better too.  This will hopefully go hand in hand with the couponing.  I hope that we can cut back to eating out only once or twice a week.

7. Do something about grad school
I’ve been toying with the idea of going back to school for quite some time.  For awhile it was for a career change, but now that I know there is a job out there that I like in my field, I want to proceed with getting my master’s.  My alma mater has a pretty good program, but because of my grades from undergrad, it will be difficult for me to get in.  It’s amazing how making a few mistakes your freshman year can affect you for so long.  I think I’ve got a shot, but we’ll see.  I want to at least look into it more, make sure we can afford it, perhaps apply.

8. Walk the puppies more
We FINALLY finished fencing in our backyard so the puppies get to run around a lot and they love it.  But I would still like to walk them more.  It’s hard because they don’t walk very well on a leash, and I think that’s what deters me from it, but they’re never going to learn if we don’t try.

9. Remain dedicated to my husband
L’s schedule can be trying sometimes.  It’s hard for me when he’s away at work and always busy.  I know there are people out there who have it way worse than me – all the military families serving our country – but it’s still hard.  I want us to continue to work to make our relationship and marriage the best it can be.  Because marriage is work, and we’ve got a great one. 

10. Begin researching our family tree
I had to do this once in elementary school and I’m always fascinated by history.  When at the beach for a friend’s bachelorette party this past spring, some of the other girls were talking about how they are very into their geneology and all the different things they have discovered while researching.  I was intrigued.  While watching TV the other day, I saw several commercials for and decided to check it out.  I tried their free trial.  I brought the idea up to L about working on his too and compiling them now that we’re married.  He liked it.  Although a website like isn’t necessary, it definitely  helps.  It’s rather expensive, especially to get the global version which I need more than L since my grandparents came through Ellis Island.  This will obviously a long-term project, but the goal is to get it started.

2010, you have been one hell of a year.  One that I will never, ever forget.  L and I will always celebrate you.  But 2011, watch out, I’m coming at you!


Hi. Hi. Hey. Hello. Hello? Heelllooo????  Is anyone still there?

That’s right, ladies and gentlemen (if any of you still exist), I’m back.  To be honest, I’m not really sure where I went.  I still haven’t found a new job, but for an unemployed gal like myself, I am very busy!  I originally started this blog to remember the little things in life and at times it makes me sad that while L and I plan a not-so-little thing (ie our WEDDING), I have majorly failed at the blogging thing. 

We’ve wrapped up many major and non-major details of our big day – including finally finding a church that we both agree on and like very much.  The plan is to write a recap post – or maybe series of posts in case any of you are still out there and care to read them.

In the meantime, we’ve been looking at some new houses.  L wants to buy something before the market seesaws back the other way and doing it before we’re married is probably the best idea (since my credit is not so great due to some student loan difficulties a couple years ago).  Anyway, we found one that we love that the builder forclosed on.  What is normally a $350,ooo+ house is on the market for $230,000.  However, that is still waaaaay beyond our price range.  We’re working with a real estate agent that a friend of ours works with who suggested our first offer be significantly lower than the asking price.  Significantly lower.  Basically, if they went for the price, we would be getting a house more than DOUBLE the size of our current house for almost the same price.  Crazy, I know.

But, it’s all dependent on a lot of other things working out.  So fingers crossed, because I’ve sort of fallen in love with this house and we’ve already talked about the different ways we would like to decorate, etc.  I’m trying not to get my hopes up too high though, because it would be the story of my life to be thinking and talking about this house so much and then not get it.

When out with the agent, we brought her by our house to get her point of view on what things we should change before we put it on the market.  She mentioned a few things here and there, but said that the first things that needed to change were the countertops in the bathrooms.  They are this really ugly dark green/white marble.  They make me want to puke, so I’m not surprised that she mentioned they needed to change.  Luckily, the cabinets are fine so it’s just the top that needs to change.

While searching for different ideas, I perused many different sites for some ideas.  I found some beautiful bathroom vanities at this one site.  They’ve got lots of great stuff, including the Indocraft Atlantis bathroom vanity that would look great in a half bath.  This site is part of the CSN stores (they have more than 200) and I’ve gotten a mirror from them before.  The quality and service is great, so I would expect nothing less from Just Vanities.

Well, off to more day dreaming about the house that may or may not be ours one day and moving on to some more wedding tasks.  I’m going to be bored after our big day!

L and I were talking last night and he said something that made me stop.

We both want kids one day.  Two would be good.  One day.   Not tomorrow, not a year after we’re married, but one day.  We’ve discussed in the past that five years or so after we’re married would be a good time range to shoot for.  I was happy with that.  I don’t feel as though I could be responsible for another human being at this point in my life.  It’s not that I’m irresponsible, I just don’t know that I’m ready for that task yet.

I’m just not a baby person.  They’re cute.  And I want a couple one day, but I’m just not a baby-obsessed person.  I never have been.  I don’t fuss over my friends’ babies, I don’t long to hold one.  And in fact, when my friends have had babies and there’s the obligatory first visit and you feel you have to hold the baby, I swear that I have a panic attack because I’m afraid I’m going to break the baby.  Once they’re to the point where they can hold their own heads up, I’m better, but you get the idea. 

Then there are the older kids.  I just am never really sure what to do with them.  When I was in highschool I babysat, but really only for two or three families. When we’re around a lot of the kids at the volunteer FD, I never know if I should tell them ‘no’ or stop them from running around because they’re not my kids (the answer is yes, it’s kind of collective parenting at that place, apparently).  I’m always afraid that I’ll talk to a kid on a younger level than they really are.  Maybe it’s because I’m an only child, or perhaps it’s because I don’t recall my mom ever being baby crazy.

L, on the other hand, is different.  He loves playing with the kids at the volunteer FD; he always riles them up and they run to him when he walks into a room.  Even one of the really young kids who is just learning to walk.  He would teeter totter over in L’s direction and L would put out his hand to help him get around.  It’s really adorable.

A few months ago, I was with a group of women from the volunteer FD when one of them said that they were pretty sure that L would be ready to have kids before I am.  I wouldn’t be surprised, but we’ve always been on the same page about this 5 year thing.

Until last night.

While talking about a variety of things about us, the conversation turned to this:

L: I think the girls might have been right.

Me: Right about what?

L: About me being ready to have kids before you are.

Me: ::stares blankly at him, my heart may have momentarily stopped, jaw hits ground::  Umm, ok.  Well, uh, so, yeah, when are you thinking?  I thought we were good with 5 years.

L: I don’t know, maybe 4 years.

Me:   ::to myself, phew, ok, that’s not TOO bad.::  So, is this the only time you might change your mind or are we going to slowly reduce that number? 

L: I don’t know, I think that’s a good number.

Me:  ::to myself, that’s what you said about 5 years!::  Because I’m soooo not ok with a honeymoon baby.

L: Um, yeah, no.  Me either.

He surprises me with this stuff sometimes.  It’s no surprise that we want kids, we talk about what our family will be like in the future, but sometimes you just wouldn’t expect it from him.  And then a conversation like last night’s happens.  Or when he brings this up out of nowhere.

I think he’ll be a good dad one day.  And I can’t wait to see what our family is like… one day.

I’ve been presented with an opportunity.  Some might think it’s not the most ethical opportunity, but I don’t really have a problem with it.  One of L’s colleagues approached me and asked if I would be interested in writing his papers for a music appreciation class he is taking.  And he’ll pay me.  I just have to name my price.

But what do you charge for something like this?  Obviously I want to make it worth my while, but I don’t want to rip him off and lose this opportunity for a little extra cash.  I know some people don’t agree with this, but let’s face it, it’s been going on for as long as term papers have existed. 🙂

I never knew anyone in college that paid to have a paper or assignment done for them, so I can’t even make a comparison.  He asked me about this last month before his semester started, so I told him to show me his syllabus and we’d talk after that.  I know I should base it on how long the paper is and how much research I would have to do to complete it, but where do you think it starts?

This all began when L was working at this guy’s station one day (they have to switch up for a shift every  now and then) and was working on some homework.  He and L started talking about schoolwork and what a pain some of the general ed classes were and L told him that I helped him with his papers for him.  That’s when the guy asked if I’d be willing to do it for other people for money. 

Many of the guys that work at the fire department are in school.  You just need a high school diploma to get hired, but there are different pay levels based on education.  So many of them get hired young and complete their schooling part-time.  I began helping L with his because I find it fun.  I miss college.  The learning and writing papers and staying up to study for exams.  Don’t get me wrong.  I did NOT enjoy this while I was in college and I couldn’t wait for graduation day!  It’s one of those ‘the grass is greener on the other side’ situations.

These guys don’t want to be bothered with the freshman English or music appreciation classes they are required to take.  They want the fire classes and the diploma.

So what do you think?  Let’s say it’s a two page paper (I’m trying to think back to my music appreciation class which was about 8 years ago) that requires2 hours of research.  What would be a good price?

Ed. Note: This is the post that I wrote and lost the other day.  I stumbled upon it saved in my drafts folder – I had no idea it was there!  The dates are a little off because I don’t feel like editing this from when it was written on 12/9. 🙂

Wow, my poor little blog has been ignored since November 19.  And before then, it wasn’t very much better.  You would think that since I haven’t had a job for, oh four and a half months now, that I would have plenty of time on my hands.

In those months, I have found plenty to keep myself busy with – especially now that we’re engaged.  If I wasn’t spending every waking moment searching for a venue, then I was mailing cupcakes or making envelopes (more on that after Christmas).  In anycase, I’ve been busy.

After driving to and from Connecticut and only spending two days there (that’s a 12 hour drive for anyone that’s counting), December was right around the corner.

We had planned to get our tree on the first Saturday inDecember – the same as last year.  We drive up into the mountains so we can cut our own.  Well, Saturday came and we had been to a Christmas party the night before and after consuming one too many root beer float shots, I slept later than we had planned.  And it was kind of gross out, so we postponed to the next day.

Sunday we drove up to Boone, NC (where Appalachain State University is) and cut down our tree and came home (more on that soon, too).  We hung out at the house for 2 hours while L worked on homework and I finished making envelopes before heading to a friends house that night for dinner where we stayed until 10:30.

Then I started thinking… when the heck were we going to put up the tree??  Or the other decorations for that matter?  This is our schedule:

Monday (12/7)
Day: L works at part-time station till 6; I run errands getting stuff for a party that night and prepare
Night: I have ornament exchange party at a friend’s house; L goes for drinks with all the husbands who weren’t invited to the party

Tuesday (yesterday)
Day: L works 24 hours at full-time job; I run errands to get supplies for a banner he asked me to make for a retirement party they are hosting at work next week and then clean the house so I can put out Christmas decorations.
Night: This is when I was going to decorate inside the house (minus the tree that was still in the garage in a bucket of water)

Wednesday (today):
Day: L works at part-time station; I finish any decorating I can do on my own
Night: We go to an award ceremony and dinner for his captain at work

Day: L works 24 hours; I start making cookies for the retirement party they are hosting next week.
Night: L is still at work; I do wedding research stuff.

Day: L works till 6 at part-time station; I work on wedding stuff, etc.
Night: We have L’s work Christmas party at 6:30 and have a co-ed baby shower at 7.  Hmm, the Christmas party is 45 minutes away and the baby shower is in town where we live.  We will obviously be very late to the latter.

Day: We were supposed to run in a 5k, but L is working 24 hours for someone else.  I am no longer running because I didn’t register early enough and now it’s like $40.
Night: L is still working, but we have also been invited to a graduation celebration for his friend’s wife.  I may still go bc the friend’s wife is friend’s with CR.

Day: L works 24 hours for his normal shift

Day: L works till 6 at his part-time station
Night:  Nothing.  Wait, what?  Did I just write ‘nothing’?  One night that we don’t have planned.  I guess we can decorate the tree this night!

Day:  L works 24 hours
Night: L still working.  I’m going to dinner with CR.

Day: L works till 6 at his part-time station
Night:  We have the monthly business meeting at the VFD.  Big meeting because we’re voting on a lot of positions.

Leave for his parent’s house and go to a beach music party that night

Spend some time seeing family in friends near his parents’; drive back Friday night for a friend’s party.

Attend E’s graduation (she got her Master’s!), then drive back to L’s parent’s house to go to a family dinner party that night.

Attend a second family dinner party with L’s family.

Drive together to CT

Tuesday, Wednesday:
Enjoy CT

Thursday (Christmas Eve):
L flies back to his parent’s house and has dinner with them.  Then drives to Charlotte to work to let someone go home early that night.

Friday (Christmas Day):
L works his scheduled 24 hours; I’m in CT with the fam

L works his part-time job; I’m still in CT

L works 24 hours; I drive back from CT


So, there you have it.  We would be able to put up and decorate our tree on exactly one day.  and that happened to be 3 days before we go out of town.  Well, that’s not very much fun.  And a waste of a very pretty (and expensive) tree!

The other night, L said he would put in for a stand-by vacation day for yesterday so we could get some stuff done around the house.  When I texted him yesterday morning at 8:30 to see if he got it, he hadn’t.  It’s all dependent on how many people have also requested a day and how many other people are already on approved vacations or call in sick.  It didn’t look like he would get the night off either.

I continued on with my day.  Made his retirement banners, got a gift together for the baby shower and cleaned the house.  He texted me letting me know that he was getting moved to a different station for the night and I was bummed that he wasn’t able to come home.  I had just finished cleaning and sat down to watch a rerun of the Gilmore Girls when the doorbell rang.

Finally!  The kid I bought a wreath from for a school fundraiser was finally delivering it.  I opened the door and it was no pimle face teenager – it was L!  He had gotten the night off.

He did admit though, that he didn’t think it was going to happen and he actually was moved to a different station.  But just before he left they called him back and told him he could go home.

So, we put up the tree and decorated it and put up some of the outside decorations.  Unfortunately, it was raining really hard, so we couldn’t put them all up. 

Our tree is so pretty and I”m so glad we got it up!

I am really going to try to be a better blogger and post everday like I used to.

About a month or two ago I woke up one morning with a horribly stiff neck.  It was all along the right side of my neck –  I could barely turn to look over my shoulder when merging on to the highway.  It was horrible.  And it lasted all day.  And the next day, and the next and the next.  Actually, it lasted for almost 2 weeks.  It wasn’t quite as bad toward the end of the second week, but I was really not happy about being in this pain for so long.

I tried to arrange my pillows differently.  I tried different pillows completely.  I tried different sleeping positions, but nothing worked.  And then one day I was fine.

This morning I woke up and it happened again.  Except this time it is down the back of my neck and extends to the top quarter or so of my back – about midway down my shoulder blades.  It’s feels like a lot of tightness and soreness on either side of my spine.

Oy.  I just don’t get it.

Maybe I’m just getting old…

3 years ago today, my and my mom’s cars were packed solid with all of my stuff and we hit the road.  After many, many months of anticipation, I was finally moving back to Charlotte. 

I’m so glad that I came back.  I still miss some things about living in CT like being able to go to the beach at a moment’s notice, or the proximity to NYC – but I wouldn’t change this for the world.

I also moved back without having a job in place and very little in savings.  And I got a job within a week and a half.  Maybe it will be similar with this new job search. 🙂

Anyway, here’s to me and the Charlotte area (since I don’t actually live in Charlotte anymore)!

*Recap from our great trip to CT coming soon!

Friday afternoon at about 2:30, my boss called me, and in a very chipper and upbeat tone, he asked me if I had a moment to stop by his office.  When I walked in he was on the phone with another colleague, so I sat down and waited.  He finished the call and got up while simultaneously greeting me in a happy manner that matched his phone call to me.  He walked over toward the door and that’s when the color left my face.  Based on what he said in our staff meeting earlier that day about the company’s financial situation, I knew he wasn’t closing the door to tell me I was getting a raise.

He continued to tell me he had bad news and right off the bat told me that he was laying me off.  I didn’t even know what to say or do.  I just sat there clenching my teeth hoping that the tears welling in my eyes would not start streaming down my cheeks. 

He assured me that it had absolutely nothing to do with my performance and that it was merely an issue of numbers.  Our monthly billings are over $120,000 less than this time last year.  This issue is something that the company has been dealing with for quite some time.  More talk about how he had to make cuts somewhere otherwise the entire company would start going down.  He reminded me that the client I worked on while my colleague was on maternity leave had glowing remarks about my performance during that time.  He had already spoken with that colleague of mine and told me how she fought for my job and how this was not an easy decision for him to make. 

I said very little during this whole event.  I had so many things just spinning around in my head that I couldn’t put any of them together.

His extremely generous (note sarcasm) severence package?  Two week’s pay and he’ll continue my health insurance through the end of August.  I mean, yes, I am appreciative of that, but still. 

He told me that he would be happy to give wonderful recomendations for me and would talk to some people in the industry that he knows.  I know he would give good recs for me, but I am doubtful about him talking to others – he forgets things easily, but perhaps I can send him an email in a few weeks if I haven’t heard anything from him.

He shook my hand an thanked me for all my hard work.  I left, went back and sat at the desk for two minutes and then walked directly into my colleagues office, closed the door and cried.  She told me how hard she fought for me.  How mad she was about this decision.  How it’s ridiculous that he is getting rid of the co-account manager on the most profitable client in the office. 

I took an hour to clean up my desk, pass along things that I needed to and her and I left at 3:30 to go to a bar for a couple of beers.  I only spoke with two other co-workers before I left.  I just had to get out of there.  I emailed everyone else, most of who were probably clueless until they saw my email.

At the bar, we continued to talk about how ridiculous htis was.  There were other things he could have done before this.  He could have frozen my 401k benefits, he could have reduced my salary.  Heck, he could have frozen 401k benefits or asked the entire staff to take a 5% paycut across the board.  I can pretty much guarantee that my salary isn’t enough to save the company from the situation it is in right now.

Also, how about my colleague who took me to the bar is the only account manager that has been there longer than me.  If this wasn’t performance-based, then why was I the one to go when I have been there for almost three years?  What about the account manager that started 4 weeks ago?  Why couldn’t I take his account and him have to leave?  He doesn’t have any specific background in his client’s industry, so he has no leg up on me.  Ugh.  Of course, these are all the things I thought about after I left.

In the meantime, it wasn’t more than 30 minutes after I talked to my colleague that she emailed someone she knows asking if she had anything.  She was unspecific, but asked for my resume.  My boss doesn’t want to tell our biggest client the truth about my lay off.  He wants to spin this positively to the client, but my colleague refuses.  She’s telling them the truth, and will ask them to keep an ear out for me.  We’re both pretty sure that the client will be unhappy about this change.  This means the client is going from two people working on them, to one person.  How is that positive?

I’ll file for unemployment, and everything will be ok.  I hope.  L promises we’ll be able to make it work.  That maybe this is a good thing because I’ve been wanting to get out for so long now.

L and I have been together for about 2 1/2 years now and spend just about every free moment together – whether it’s just him and me or it is amongst friends or family.  Needless to say, we know each other quite well, so it’s not too often that he does or says something that completely surprises me.

He is your typical guys-guy, but he’s got a lot of heart.  We talk about our future about every two point five seconds.  Obviously we both want to get married and we talk about the family we will have one day.  “One day” being the key word.  Neither one of us feels ready to extend our family beyond the puppies any time soon, but we know that eventually, we will.

In the meantime though, he’s good around babies and kids.  The volunteer FD is crawling with them, and he’s just so natural around them.  Whether it’s making sure the little boy who is just learning to walk doesn’t trip, or it’s throwing all the kids into the pool for fun at a party we are at.

But still.  There are some things I don’t expect him to say or do.

He makes fun of me when I casually make references to things we can do at our wedding.  “So, I know I’m not supposed to be talking about this, but wouldn’t it be really cool if we did x,y,z at a big celebration we might be throwing sometime next year?” 

But then, he throws me for a loop.

Saturday night we had been at a friends house for a pool party/BBQ, one of the other girls there just announced she was pregnant a few weeks ago.  While L was playing with all the kids in the pool, I was sitting on the deck talking with a bunch of the other girls and catching up with the pregnant girl.

Yesterday on the way to lunch, I was bringing L up to speed on everything I had heard.  He asked me how far along that girl was now and I said I wasn’t sure, but her and her fiance (no shot gun wedding – it was planned before she was pregnant) are finding out the sex of the baby this week.

“I really like the cake idea,” he said.  “Yeah, me too,” I replied – not showing how surprised I was that he brought this up again.  “Like, if you had a party and then cut the cake and everyone found out at the same time,” he continued.  Again, shocked.

No idea what I’m talking about?

We were watching 18 Kids and Counting a few weeks ago – the show abou the Duggars on TLC.  L really is not a fan of this show, but for some reason, I’m addicted.  I usually save the DVR’d episodes for nights that he is working, but every now and then we watch it together.  The oldest son in the family was married a few months ago and he and his wife recently announced that they are expecting their first child.

Being the media saavy family that they are, they decided to take the opportunity to find out the sex of their  baby on national television – The Today Show.

When they had their ultra sound and the doctor determined if it was a boy or a girl, she gave the information to a bakery that the couple had supplied them with.  The bakery made this really cute baby-themed cake – although it was super unisex.   But when the cut into it, the bakery used either pink icing or blue icing in between the layers and that was based on the information the doctor gave them.

So, the couple was on The Today Show and when they cut into the cake, they found pink icing – they were having a girl! 

Even then, L commented on how cool he thought that was.  I agree, I think it is totally an adorable idea and I do like his idea of having some sort of party with family to announce the sex.  (One day.  Not any time soon.)

But then when he brought it up again, weeks later.  It just surprised me.  Not that I didn’t love it.  I love that he thinks that way, it just sort of surprised me a little.

He’s such a cutie.  I think I’ll keep him around for a while more. 😉

I’ve mentioned before that L and I live in a sort of small town.  Actually, land-wize, it is pretty big.  But a lot of it is very spread out and filled with horse farms, etc.  We live in the area that is near the downtown, the closest to Charlotte and where most of the development is taking place.

If ten years ago you told someone that you lived in our town, they would have thought you lived way out in the boonies.  Which, really, would have been true.  But since we are not in the same county as Charlotte, but still within commuting distance, lots of people are making their way out our way for lower taxes, etc.

That’s exactly why L chose the area when he purchased the house three years ago. 

When he and I first met, I had heard of the town because one of my freshman year roommates hailed from there, but I didn’t know anything about it.

He showed me the historic downtown – two or three blocks lined with old brick buildings, split down the middle by train tracks.  And the bridge.  Oh that bridge over the tracks that I have a love for.  I really don’t know what it is about it, but I love it.  (See the masthead of my blog – taken from atop that bridge at dusk)

L and I had been dating for about 10 months when I moved in.  I had lived there for approximately 2 months before I found out we didn’t live in a town.  Yes, that’s right.  We did not live in a town (or a city).  Where did we live then?  In the county.  I still don’t really understand all of this.  I guess because in CT we don’t have county governments, so this is something I’m still getting used to. 

We had an address with our town name, but were not actually residents of the town.  Instead, we were residents of some township that I had never heard of before.

I deemed myself the girl without a town.  You know, sort of like the story (or poem or something…) “The Man Without A Country.”

About six months later, I learned another fascinating (horrifying?) fact about our little town that we lived in, but not really lived in…

It was a one stoplight town.

Yes, you heard me correctly.  One. Stoplight.

CR grew up in a one stoplight town and I always thought it was crazy because I didn’t know they really existed.  And now this.  Now I live in a one stop light town?  What?!

You might wonder how I didn’t know this having been staying down there frequently pretty much since L and I started dating – which was at least a year and a half at the point of this realization.

When you drive to our house from the Charlotte area, there are only two main ways.  You get off the highway, and you drive straight, on one road for about 10  miles.  In those ten miles, you go through lots of stoplights.  You are also going through a few other towns.  It just never really dawned on me that none of those lights were within town limits.  I also never really gave it much thought.

We pretty much stick to the area where we live and only occasionally drive out in the more country areas of the town, so I just never put two and two together that the light downtown by the train tracks was the only one.

What brought this all to light was when they were building a Lowe’s home improvement store and put in two stoplights near it and L said to me, now we live in a three stoplight town.

If only you could see the look of confusion and surprise on my face.

Moving on…

There had been talks for some time that we would be annexed into the town.  And finally, it has happened.  It went into affect on Tuesday.  We are officially town residents. 

And on Tuesday morning, this showed up in our driveway.


Oh yes.  That’s right.  A garbage can.  This means that we now have trash and recycling pickup.  Halleluja!  Now L doesn’t have to take it and get rid of it in the dumpster at work.  Sometimes he would mean to take it when it was full and it would slip his mind and it was always those days that he went on a four day break afterward.  It’s just nice to finally have a schedule.  And just have to roll it to the curb.

I never thought I would be excited about something like this.  But alas, I am.

L, however, is not excited about this at all.  The taxes are going up significantly because of this annexation and really all we’re getting out of it is garbage collection. 

Ok.  I can understand that.  But.  Let me bask in my excitement.  And the reason I can do so without worry?  I don’t pay the taxes.  Although it is our “home,” it is technically his “house” and until there is something sparkly on my hand with a sparkly little neighbor next to it and my name gets put on the house, I don’t pay the taxes.  So.  I can enjoy this. 🙂  And enjoy the fact that now I’m a girl with a town.

Now, let me just clarify… I mentioned my surprise and disbelief when I found out we didn’t actually live in town and it only had one stop light.  I don’t want it to seem like I don’t like the area where we live, because I do.  I really do.  Ok, I wouldn’t mind chaning neighborhoods so that the ghetto wasn’t right behind us, but the town itself?  I really like it.  A lot.  I never would have thought in a million years that this is where I would like to live, but I just think it’s adorable.  And actually, I’m one of the ones that doesn’t like all the development that’s going on.  Yes, it’s nice we have a Harris Teeter less than a mile from our house, but it could have stopped there.  I’m not a fan of the idea of a McDonald’s opening or anything else.  They tearing down a large section of town to put in a mixed-use development right beside the historic downtown.  I don’t like that idea.  I like it the way it is.  And if I have to drive into Charlotte for something, so be it.  Anyway. I can’t stop all of that, but do love the area.

I used to really dislike Adirondack chairs and could never understand why they were so expensive and why people would pay that kind of money for them.  But over the last few years, my mind changed and I thought the were so perfect for a porch or nice yard.  I saw an image of 5 white ones lined up in a grassy area overlooking the water and just LOVED them.

Since I moved in with L, I have been wanting two to put on our screen porch, but could never come up with the extra money to buy two at the same time.  I flirted with the idea of getting plastic ones for the time being, but the colors I found were never just right.

Last week, as I was laying in bed watching The Nanny and falling asleep, I saw a commercial for Ace Hardware advertising unfinished Adirondack chairs for $29.99 over the Memorial Day weekend.


The next day, I told L that we had to go on Friday and get two.  Well, when he got home from work on Friday, he immediately started doing homework and didn’t finish until long after the store closed and we were about to head out for the evening.  I should have just borrowed his truck and gone myself, but I just figured we could go Sunday (he was working Saturday).  And that’s what we did.  Except they were sold out.  At every store I called.

Our friends said that their neighbors ordered them when their store was out, but I hadn’t thought of that since the promotion said ‘while supplies last.’  But the next day, I called to see if that was possible.  Everywhere said that the warehouse was out, so my idea was a no-go.  Until I got to one last store.  They had two left.  But they did not participate in the sale.  I asked how much they were and although they were more, they were still cheaper than most of the others I found.  I purchased them over the phone and had L pick them up yesterday.

Here’s where you come in…

As I mentioned, they are unfinished, so we have to paint them.  I narrowed it down to either one navy and one dark pink or one navy and one “bright” green.

L likes the navy and green.  I like both options.  What do you think????

There is nothing else on the porch right now, so we don’t have to worry about matching anything. 

When we ran into Home Depot for something last night, I picked up some paint chips.  Here are our choices – sorry for the poor lighting, but you get the idea.



Side by side for easy comparison

If the lighting throws you off, the colors basically look like this:

pink paint

green paint

Except the green isn’t so ‘neon.’  I dont’ know, I think you get the idea.

Anyway, what do you think?  One navy and one pink or one navy and one green?

We’re at a loss since we’re split.  It was actually L’s suggestion to ask you guys.  “Put it on your blog and ask for opinions,” he said.  Normally the phrase goes, “You’re not going to put this on your blog, are you?”


Here’s a recap of my birthday weekend.  We had a great time (even though I am officially closer to 30 than to 20).  I’m slammed this week, so you get semi-bullet points again.


– Friday morning, my birthday, which I had off from work, I got up at 5:30 am to get ready for my third interview which was at 7:15.  We met at Bruegger’s Bagels and the whole thing lasted 25 minutes.  Ugh.  I got up that early for 25 minutes?  Anyway, it’s between me and one other person.  I think it went really well.  He hopes to let me know either way by tomorrow.  Still no word on salary.  Cross your fingers on both accounts.

-L and I lounged around for a few hours after I got home before we headed out for lunch at Price’s Chicken Coup.  I was so excited.  And you know what?  It was way better than anyone had ever said!  This was some damn good food.  And the best part?  It was cheap! 


You came out with a no-frills box for each meal.


And when I lifted the top, angels sang as I feasted my eyes on… my feast.


What you see there is 2 pieces of chicken, 2 huge hush puppies, some tater tot-type things, a roll and coleslaw.  L had the same thing except he chose to go with the fried perch (gag).  Those two wonderful boxes plus two drinks came to a whopping $13!  Now that’s a deal!  We couldn’t even finish it all.

I told him he should be happy that he’s dating a girl who is happy to go get fried chicken and eat it in the car in the parking lot (take out only and too cold to go to a park or something) on her birthday – and not some pretentious girl who would snub her nose at the idea.

We got home and I opened the package my mom had sent me – money to get my hair done and one of those nifty curling irons that is also a straightener. 

I didn’t get a present from L.  He told me that on Thursday after work he had to run an errand, but then he came home right after work.  When I asked him why he hadn’t gone wherever he said he had to go, he said he wanted to come home and be with me.  He was going to try and fix the problem with my gift.  Apparently, he ordered it like 2 weeks ago, but it hasn’t arrived.  When he called to check, it turns out he entered his credit card number incorrectly and it didn’t go through.

When I got home from my interview that morning, I asked, “I’m not trying to be selfish or greedy, but since you didn’t run that errand last night, does that mean I don’t get a birthday present?”

He started into this whole thing on how he was sorry and how he was sorry he hasn’t done anything right lately.  The only reason I asked was because I knew he wouldn’t say anything about it if I didn’t.

“Do I at least get a card?”

Yes, but he had to go to the fire station to get it.  He left it there yesterday when he was working.  He tells me this is true, but I wonder if when he went to the fire station to get it, he actually went to CVS.  Anyway, it wasn’t until right before we were going to dinner that he even went to go get the card.

He comes back and gives it to me and also tells me he went to the store to see if they had any balloons he could tie to my chair at the bar later that night.  And then asked if I wanted a cake.  I’m not going to tell someone I want a cake.  If you want to get me a cake, then do it, but don’t ask me if I want one.

I’m really not a greedy person at all, but it just kind of hurt my feelings.  I put in a lot of effort to anything that I do for him – whether it’s big or small – and I just felt like he did all of mine on a whim.  I’m not asking for big expensive presents, I’m just asking for some effort.  We have three days in a short period of time (Vday, our anniv and my birthday), so it was all at once.

I got the roses and a card on Vday – which was perfect.  But my present hasn’t come.  He said he ordered that 2 weeks ago too.  His next comment about it (which was on my bday) was that it was back ordered and he told me what it was.  For him I got a subscription to a magazine he wanted.  But I printed out a picture of the magazine and wrote that he was getting a year’s subscription and then glued it to a piece of card stock so it was wrapable. 

For our anniversary, he told me he’s taking me to Savannah.  Which I’m absolutely extactic about.  But, instead of printing something out (like he’s done before) or having something small related to it for me to open, he just pulled up the tourism web site on the laptop.  And although he says he has two weekends picked out that we could go – nothing is actually set.  No date.  No hotel.  No plans.

I had gotten him the braves tickets.  Which I wrapped up in individual packages, and a note about what hotel we’re staying at and that I had taken care of boarding the puppies.  And I made him a card.  Not a fancy card, but a card.

His, although it’s clear that he’s known I’ve always wanted to go there, just seemed like it was a last minute thought.  And even if it weren’t, there wasn’t all that much effort put into the thing.  Oh.  And I didn’t even get a card.

He knows that our anniversary is a big deal to me (not that what he gets me has to be big, but just the recognition of it), but it just didn’t seem that way.  I’m sorry that until I met him I never dated any one seriously.  And I’m sorry that maybe the anniv. seems boring or mundane to him because he dated the same person for more than 6 years, therefore having 6 anniversaries.  But it’s still a big deal to me.

So, all that coupled with no birthday gift, no card until I mentioned it and the fact that I thought he was always going to buy  me pink roses for my birthday and didn’t just made me sad.

He told me that he’s had so much on his plate lately that he is overwhelmed.  Between work, his partime job, this new captain’s position at his part time job and school – he was just overwhelmed.  Then he told me how he’s having to drop his math class because he didn’t do well enough on the quizzes.  But that he didn’t ask me for help because that meant he was a failure (even though I offered to help him one million times).

I felt bad.  I know how it feels to be overwhelmed.  But it didn’t help the fact that I felt forgotten or unimportant.  Especially after some of my best friends were blowing off my birthday.

He told me that Saturday he would pick the day for our trip, which he didn’t, but in all honesty, we didn’t really have time.  So I thought he would do it Sunday.  But he didn’t.  If I mention it or he reads this, I can guarantee that he’ll say he didn’t have time and he spent the whole weekend with me.  Which is true.  But there was also a lot of time spent reading fire blogs and looking at other fire depts’ web sites.  He could have taken a few minutes of that time to finish my present.

So, he tells me I have a present coming,  but I have no idea when I’ll actually get it.

But, we marched on.  He took me to the Melting Pot for dinner (my suggestion though) and it was delicious.  I normally only go for cheese and chocolate because a plate full of uncooked meat doesn’t appeal to me, but he talked me into it and it was much better than the only other time I’ve had the meat there.

I love how their tables are so private.  And we were in this tiny room that only had one other.  It was perfect!


For our chocolate. 

Between the cheese, main course and chocolate – we were stuffed.  But it was so incredibly yummy!  I wish it weren’t so expensive so we could go more often.

After, we headed to a bar to meet some friends.  I was pissed they were charging a cover at 8:30, but was happy when it was only $5 and it was because they had $1 beers!! Heck yeah.  Although really?  The bouncer could have let me in for free when I told him it was my birthday.  We had a good time, nothing too crazy, but fun nonetheless.


– We hung out around the house and took the puppies to the dog park for awhile.  They really love that place.  Except one dog kept trying to hump Dixie non stop for like 20 minutes and the owner was a royal bitch when L pulled her dog off.  A couple times is fine – they’re dogs.  But as soon as you pulled this thing off, it went right back after her.  And the woman did nothing.

-We dropped them off then headed out to meet up with some of L’s friends from the volunteer station to go to a minor league hockey game.  We started off with dinner and drinks, followed by the game and then to a bar afterward.  It was actually really fun.  I had never been to any kind of hockey game before, but had a great time.

We took the light rail into town and I must admit, that although I turned 26 the day before, I did something Ihaven’t done since my younger college days.  I peed in the parking garage.  There was no way I was going to make it home and there were no bathrooms around.  A lot of people got off the train with us and the three level parking deck really had no corner or post that was out of the way.  After I literally almost peed in my pants, I took my chances on the middle level in a corner.  But it was a really small corner and my pee was quickly heading toward my feet.  So what did I do?  I put my feet up against the wall, with my back against the other side and peed.  Suspended in the air.  Haha.


-Sunday was quite boring.  I was really tired from the night before and we just relaxed.  Took the dogs to the dog park again and later that night we rented Nights in Rodanthe.  See, even with his lack of efforts in the present arena, the boy really does love me.  It was good, but not quite as good as I was hoping.

And here we are.  Overall, it was a really great weekend and Ihad a good time.  I’m excited for this week to be over because we’re going to the beach friday night.  Too bad it will only be about 50 while we’re there, but I’m excited nonetheless.

*PS- I have  more pictures to add, but wordpress isn’t cooperating right now.

I heard back about the position I’ve been interviewing for.  They want me to come to talk further.  I have no idea what we could possibly talk about.  I’m pretty sure we covered it all in the 5 hours I’ve interviewed with them already.  Literally.

The email assured me that I am a finalist, but that they have a very strong applicant pool.  He (the guy I’d be working with and who I’ve been communicating with) has some urgency to get this all taken care of and would like for me to come in this week.  Seriously?  I can’t just keep taking time off of work for this.  But conveniently, I have Friday off because of my birthday.

I really have no desire to go to a job interview on my birthday.  My plans were to sleep in and lay with L all morning.  Followed by my first trip to this place for lunch (I’ve been dying to go there for many years.  It’s even been listed as some of the best fried chicken in the country by the Food Network) and then relaxing the rest of the day before we go out later that night.

But, I guess it’s lucky that I already had the time off and that he has availability that morning.  He said that he would like to meet off campus for about an hour.  Perhaps at a bagel shop.  I emailed his assistant letting her know that the only time I could meet was Friday morning (I wanted to get it over with and not have to think about it all day).

And what time does she respond with? 

7:15 AM.

What the f-u-c-k?

That means that I have to leave the house by 6:30 since I’m not sure how traffic will be.

You know what else that means?  That I have to get up by 5:45 at the latest.  On my birthday.  That I have off from work.  Ugh.

Also, I have to be there at 7:15?  Did I mention that I don’t normally leave the house for work on a daily basis until 7:35?

To top it all off, I still don’t know what the salary is.  I thought about emailing him back and asking if he could give me a better idea of what it was around, but my mom said that I shouldn’t do that.  Especially over email.

Maybe it’s a sign.  A good sign.  That this is happening on my birthday and that I didn’t have to worry about trying to take more time off of work.

Sigh.  I wish they would just make the decision.  If it lasts an hour like he said, that will mean I will have interviewed with them for 6 HOURS.  This is for an assistant’s position, not the president of the university!

I honestly don’t know what else I can talk about.  All of my questions (except salary) have been answered.  And I’m pretty sure we thoroughly covered my background.  Unless he wants to ask me what I like to do in my spare time, which someone there already asked me last time.

Wish me luck.  You might want to do it tonight though, because you might not be up that early tomorrow. 😉

Hello dear readers.  Sorry I’ve been gone so long.  Work has been ridiculously crazy.  This stupid project that has been assigned to me is quite large.  With weekly deadlines I’ve been scrambling to meet.  Luckily, only a couple more weeks and it will be done!

So, I need to update you on life.  But, it’s been awhile.  I’m thinking bullet points.  Ok?  Ok.

– When I last left you, I was getting ready for my four hour interview and had nothing to wear.  I stopped off at the mall on the way home and found a suit right off the bat at Ann Taylor Loft.  It was way more than I wanted to pay, but bought it anyway in hopes of finding something else at a different store and returning it later.  I was in luck, I found one for half the price later that night at NY & Co.  But I really loved the black.  When I got home and was trying it on again, I noticed the blacks of the jacket and pants (woo hoo!  pants that were long enough) were different.  I hadn’t noticed it in the dressing room because I didn’t try them on together.  I was originally going to buy the skirt (which matched), but then found the pants in my size.  Even L said he noticed a difference.  So I put on the other suit.  And the pants kept sagging down bc they were too big in the waist (but a smaller size was too small in the legs).  I didn’t know what to do and was not happy with either option.  So I dug out all my old suits that I knew didn’t fit.  One almost fit, but the skirt was just a tad too tight.  L sat with me in the bedroom the whole time trying to help  me.  Which I thought was really cute.  Especially since if you ask if somethign looks ok together  his usual response is “I’m the wrong person to ask.”  I finally decided on the less expensive NY & Co. suit and I cut a hair tie and half and tied it through two belt loops to fix the waist problem (I do this a lot).

-The inteview itself went well and it didn’t feel anything like four hours.  I met with seven different people.  All were very nice – except the HR lady who was a bitch.  I got a tour of campus, etc.  The man who I would be working with seemed really impressed with the questions I asked and I was happy.  The money issue though.  The HR lady made some disapproving face when I told her the figure I wanted.  The benefits are good except for health insurance which is kind of expensive.  $22/week for an indiviudal and copays are not fabulous either.  They said they would let me know either way by the middle to end of last week.  I still haven’t heard back.  I think I’m going to send a follow-up email this week.

-That Saturday, we went to a cookout at L’s volunteer station and had a great time.  That week had been so cold (with snow and everything), but Saturday was perfect.  Sunny and about 65.  We had a great time.

-Saturday night L and I went to dinner with CR and her husband at PF Changs.  We hadn’t seen each other since before Christmas and we ended up staying at the restaurant for about 2 1/2 hours.  It was great to catch up.  I always love going out with them.  I wish we lived closer so we could do it more often.

-Sunday was nothing special, but I did get together for dinner with LM, E and our other friend K.  We rarely see K anymore, and frankly, I rarely see E either since I moved out.  We were only there for an hour and then parted ways.  Hmm.  Not very long considering it had been ages since we had dinner together.

At the dog park

-We also took the puppies to a new dog park we found.  It was another gorgeous day – 75.  In February!  And the puppies had a blast!  This place is great, and it’s soooo big.

-Last week was hellacious at work with the damn project and another client meeting I had.  It was lovely to go out for happy hour with some colleagues on Tuesday though.  We sat for a couple hours as we all bitched and forecasted the demise of the company.  Very refreshing actually.

-L and I had a low key Valentine’s Day.  I don’t think it’s a very big deal for him (or for a lot of people) since he’s always been with someone.  But until I met him, I was always the depressed lonely girl by herself on Valentine’s Day because all my friends were out with their boyfriends.  So, to me, it is a big deal.  He came home from work that morning and came in with a card, roses and a box of hershey’s kisses.  And he said Happy Valentine’s day in the cutest, most perfect way.  I can’t describe it.  The whole moment, whether it was Vday or not, was just perfect.  His plan was to cook me dinner later that night.  Baked ziti, because that was the first dinner he ever made for me.  We didn’t do much that day, just hung around, took the puppies for a walk and started catching up on the million shows we had saved on the DVR.  Before we knew it, we were sitting in the dark and it had gotten late.  He never had the opportunity to go to the store for dinner stuff since we were too busy laying together on the couch, so instead…

He took me to a bar.  For Valentine’s Day.

Actually, it had been my idea earlier in the day to go out for a couple of beers after dinner.  And since it was getting too late for dinner, we thought we might as well just eat at the bar.  The conversation went like this: L: (half joking) we could just eat at the bar. Me: that’s fine with me! L: No!  I’m not taking you to a bar for Valentine’s Day! Me: Why not?  We’re going over there any way.  Plus, you know that one sandwich they have is one of my favorites.

I didn’t care if it was a fancy meal or not.  I just wanted to be with him.  And actually, we had a really great time.  I thought it was perfect.  He did say a couple of times while we were there, I can’t believe I took you to a bar for Valentine’s Day.  It just really didn’t matter to me.  I was with him and we had a good time.  It had been awhile since just me and him went out for drinks too.

Oh, one other thing.  I opened his card and started to laugh.  “At least your consistent,” I said.  It was the exact same card he got me last year.  It’s got these two bears on it and the boy bear is saying how much better the girl bear is than him – how she is his ‘better half.’  And on the inside it says that he is the lucky one of the two though.  He felt bad, but I thought it was kind of cute.  He kept saying that it wasn’t even the first card he picked up and that he would get me another  one and I could tell he really felt bad about it.  But I just didn’t see any reason for him to feel bad.  1-it’s a cute card. 2-I guess it just means that’s how he really feels 🙂  Instead, I requested that I get the same one next year too.  flowers

Valentine’s Day – I love that we look like Delta Zeta 🙂

-Sunday was our two year anniversary!  Wow, how time flies!  I had been dying to give him his gift which I bought in November.  I got him two tickets to each of the Braves/Red Sox series in June.  I also took care of the puppies’ boarding, parking for the games and the hotel.  We’ll be staying at the Ritz-Carlton.  Yes, that’s right.  The Ritz.  When I had been looking up hotels, for some reason it was only $10 more than any of the other hotels I would have chosen.  And really.  It’s probably the only time I’ll ever stay in a Ritz-Carlton.  I am quite excited.  He loved the gift and was really surprised.  And I’m glad.  He’s been dying to find out because I told him he had to take off a Sunday in June but wouldn’t tell him why.  He puts his vaca in at the beginning of December for the whole year, so he’s had quite the wait!

He told me he didn’t have anything for me to open.  That it was just a present he would tell me about.  But then he gave me the laptop and told me to open it.  On the screen, this link had been pulled up.  Holy crap, I was SO. FREAKIN. EXCITED.  I have wanted to go there for so long.  He hasn’t picked out the hotel or anything yet, but has two weekends that he thinks would work.  He wants my help planning what we’ll do though.  Which is fine.  Because we’ve already found a haunted pub crawl.  I told him that he has to pick the weekend and the hotel and the rest we can do together.

I just hope that he does it soon and doesn’t leave it to the last minute.  Because then I would be sad.  It just wouldn’t feel the same.  Kind of like  how I felt when this took so long last year.  I don’t want to nag him about it, but I want to be able to write it in my planner and also have actual dates to work with.  And a central point to work off of when we’re looking at stuff to do.

That afternoon we took the puppies to the dog park again and they were pooped for the rest of the day!  I think they really love it there – I’m so glad we found it for them.

L took me to Firebird’s Steak House for dinner which was quite tasty.  And that was our night. 

Flowers for our anniversary.  L is a smart boy.  He knows red roses are only for Valentine’s Day and any other occasion should be pink. 🙂

Waiting for our table

I wanted to take this sheep dog home.  L says we don’t have room for a dog that size – but I don’t think it was even full grown.  It is soo cute!

-Yesterday was crazy at work again as it was one of my deadlines.  I continued to work on it all day and didn’t finish.  So I took it home and worked on it again from about 6:30 – 10.  Then I came in at abour 7:40 today and worked on it till 9 when I had to go to a meeting.  Then finally finished it between 11 and 12:30.  It would have been done before my meeting, but I was having serious technical problems with one of the programs I was using.  Luckily, my next one isn’t due until the 27th!

-Oh, and my birthday is Friday!  We get our birthday off, so I have a 3 day weekend – woohoo!  And L is off the entire time. 🙂

Alright.  So now we’re all caught up.  And hopefully I can stay on track now!


This week has been quite busy at work.  I have a deadline on Friday that I was freaking out about because I didn’t think I was going to get everything done, but now I think everything will be complete (although I’m planning on coming in at 7:30 tomorrow and Friday).

My four hour interview is tomorrow at 1.  I got a schedule of the afternoon and I’m basically just meeting with a lot of different people.  I get a 15 minute break though – I suppose that should be used to pee and get some water because I’m sure my mouth will be dry from talking so much.  It’s times like this when I realize that going through sorority rush, both as a rushee and as a sister, really teaches you a lot.  All that talking.  And about the same stuff over and over. 

Anyway, I never really thought about it until Monday, but I have NOTHING to wear.  Seriously.  I have no need to wear suits at my current job. 

I have three from my last job.  One has been in a dirty clothes dry cleaning bag since before I moved to Charlotte – so.  you know.  2 1/2 years.  It’s a nice suit, but no time to dry clean it.  And I’m not Febreezing it.  I don’t think Febreeze can handle 2 1/2 years.  Hmm… I wonder what else is in that bag. 

I have another suit that was cheap (and kind of looked it) that I bought from H&M in a pinch before my very first job interview out of college.  I didn’t care about the job and knew I wouldn’t take it, but I went for the interview experience.  It fit then, but I’m pretty sure it’s too small now.

My third suit I love!  It’s a gray Calvin Klein.  And I got it on some ridiculously great sale at Macy’s.  Alas, I bought it because my other two suits were too big for me because I had lost so much weight.  Well, I’ve gained that weight back, plus some, so I know it won’t fit.

I thought about trying to wear the jacket with a pair of black pants, but I think even the jacket is too small.  I wore it for my new headshot last year when we redid the company’s web site and it was kind of tight then.  And, you guessed it, I’ve gained some weight since then too.

I looked online at Macy’s, but they didn’t have any skirt suits I liked, and the pants never fit me right, they’re always too short. 

So, I checked at two Marshall’s stores today.  Absolutely nothing.  I’m going to check one other on my way home.  Luckily there is a NY & Co. in the same shopping center – I’m hoping I might have some luck there.

If not, there is always a Banana Republic in that shopping center too.  I really, really, REALLY do NOT want to go there because they are so ridiculously expensive, but if I have to, I will.  I hate to spend too much money on one because I’m really trying to lose weight and not put it back on this time.  I know I could always have it tailored later, but you know…

So… wish me luck with that endeavor tonight.  Also, a new woman started at work and she is annoying me already.  She doesn’t know how to use an Outlook calendar (really?  it’s not brain surgery) and when it comes to building a media list online (which is the only way I’ve done it), she is clueless – she has only done it the really old school way by using these mammoth sized books.  If you know what I’m talking about, then you’ll understand how pathetic this is.

Anyway, I digress…

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