Really??

It's okay to be offended when, after you've done something ridiculously childish in public, someone looks you over and WITH A SIGH OF RELIEF says, "I'm so glad I'm not still single"...

...isn't it??

I'm not TRYING to be vague...

My apologies for my last post. I'm doing my best to be more specific here, but I was very short on time and thought the picture said a mouthful. Plus, I think I'm adorable. ;)

Do not misunderstand, everything is fine. I'm a little stressed. Work is a MUCH bigger commitment than I thought it would be, and I feel like I'm drowning sometimes. I go to work. I work late. I come home. I go to sleep. Wake up. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

Even though I really like my job, I'm still not doing what I want to be doing. The phrase that keeps circling my mind is something to the effect of "Great job with the climbing, but...you're on the wrong wall."

I realized the other day that I'm starting to separate myself from my peers at work. It's a small team, but it's becoming more and more obvious to me that I'm not like everyone else. Not better, but different. We don't want the same things, and because of that, opportunities are starting to open up for me. A career. Security. Independence. Such amazing ideas. But there it is again. I can almost hear it: "wrong wall".

I read one of JRA's recent posts about taking classes to be a travel agent - something she would truly LOVE - and I sat in awe.

Where does one find the courage to follow a dream?

With wisdom beyond my years...

...somehow





I think
I knew
what was coming.

The Killers...and those I'd like to kill...

After weeks of waiting, I finally went to The Killers concert last night. Show was great. Location was HORRIFYING. Never again, Saltair...never again. Well, never again on the floor anyway. If I ever return, I will get there early enough to make sure I have a place on the balcony upstairs with the over-21 crowd. Drunk women flashing people 'on accident' have better personal space boundaries then the people we stood by. And that's really sayin' something.

And just as a tip, concert-goers: If you pushed and bit people to get to the front, FOR THE LOVE YOU HAD BETTER STAY THERE!!! Do not, I repeat DO NOT, try to barrel your way past me & carve a path through a sardine can DURING MY FAVORITE SONG.
You deserved that elbow.

And you, man-who-stunk-like-pot: when you see that bruise tomorrow, I hope you remember me. Don't make yourself my personal backpack and then look at me with your dilated pupils and tell me the non-existent people behind you are 'pushing you'. It's not gonna fly!

To all others on the floor: The Killers make neither make-out music, nor mosh-pit music. Please adjust your concert habits accordingly.

Lastly, to the friends I went with: Don't openly mock me for taking earplugs and then gripe the whole way home about your new deafness. Seriously. I'll kill you.

...I just knocked my hair brush into the toilet on accident. I'm allowed this rant.

What did I get myself into???

I love the promotion. I love the people I work with. I love being the 'new' girl that can't stop asking questions. I love the time-and-a-half. But I worked a 13-hour day yesterday...and I think this might be the calm before the storm!! Being a grown-up is hard.

You know you're out of shape when...

Phexerapy: When you are so ridiculous dilapidated that you can't exercise without a healthy dose of physical therapy first, and then each subsequent exercise session results in a need for some new & different physical therapy. I just can't tell them apart anymore.


A little tip: Unlike my family, some things really can't handle a lifetime of abuse.

Turns out

not all my boundaries are MIA. Good to know.

He Doesn't Know I'm Leaving...

But I think I am.

Not for bigger and better things.

Just for me.

At last, a husband...

The world seems so much more manageable when you come from a team.