Promotion

I just accepted a new position at work. I am often asked this question or something similar: "So, how is the new job going?"

What I actually say: Great! I am really excited.
What I want to say: Right, my promotion. Well I feel like everything is spiraling out of control into the fiery pits of hell. And my brand new office with a door that shuts makes it much more tempting to crawl under my desk and hide from the new responsibility that has been given to me. But, it is good. You know, that "I-feel-like-putting-my-head-in-an-oven," kind of good.

Ahh...the fair.

Yes, I do love it so. With all it's wonderful smells of fried treats, corn dogs, farm animals and carnies, it is the one thing that makes my summer feel complete. And you know what is even better? I think the schizophrenic lights of the high quality carnival rides and the beckoning call of the chamois man wearing the Britany Spears mic, blinds you of the fact that you should feel really guilty about ingesting a lifetimes worth of saturated fat into your body at one sitting.

The next day you feel like death...but it is so worth it.

Babies abound!

As many of you know, my best friend is expecting twin girls and the anticpation of their arrival is exciting and overwhelming.

Now, many may think that this news has given me what is commonly reffered to as "baby fever." This is entirly untrue.

Ok, fine. So the sight of Brittaney's ever-expanding belly makes me ache to the core of my being. But I don't think that means anything.

I mean, so what if I am just doing some regular old shopping for some regular old "I am not pregnant nor am I a mom yet" things I just happen to wander into the baby departments at The Gap, Target, or Gymboree for example. Is there really anything wrong with that?

And you know what, I Tivo TLC's "A Baby Story" daily for educational purposes only.

See, isn't it obvious that this is not something I am looking for right now. I have baby fever! Ridiculous.