Let's state the obvious. I barely post in here! It's been another few, busy months. I feel compelled to return, though -- for a few reasons.
1) The handful of you who read this (and maybe enjoy it?)
2) So I can re-read my own posts once and awhile and ground myself. When I actually have to write out what's happening in my life, I tell it like it really is. (The heckler who lives in my brain doesn't have opposable thumbs and can't type. So, I win).
Tim is gone for his annual guard training, and when he goes away for periods of time, I revert to the purest forms of my quirkiest self. My house has never been cleaner, I've never been more anxious to meet up with friends to do fun things, and I've been living off of cereal for the most part. All of it makes no sense.
I tell you what, though, having your person leave for awhile makes you crazy thankful for all they do in your life. You know what really motivated me to finally update this blog?
Poop.
Yes. That was the final push. We have a precious window of time this weekend when it's not going to rain, and I need to use it to clean up the yard a bit and mow/trim/weed. This is usually Tim's job. He deals with the gross jobs because he knows I hate them. But, while he is gone, I need to do it or risk neighborhood embarrassment. So, here I sit, updating you all on what's going on in my life, all to avoid coming within three feet of dog crap.
1) The handful of you who read this (and maybe enjoy it?)
2) So I can re-read my own posts once and awhile and ground myself. When I actually have to write out what's happening in my life, I tell it like it really is. (The heckler who lives in my brain doesn't have opposable thumbs and can't type. So, I win).
Tim is gone for his annual guard training, and when he goes away for periods of time, I revert to the purest forms of my quirkiest self. My house has never been cleaner, I've never been more anxious to meet up with friends to do fun things, and I've been living off of cereal for the most part. All of it makes no sense.
I tell you what, though, having your person leave for awhile makes you crazy thankful for all they do in your life. You know what really motivated me to finally update this blog?
Poop.
Yes. That was the final push. We have a precious window of time this weekend when it's not going to rain, and I need to use it to clean up the yard a bit and mow/trim/weed. This is usually Tim's job. He deals with the gross jobs because he knows I hate them. But, while he is gone, I need to do it or risk neighborhood embarrassment. So, here I sit, updating you all on what's going on in my life, all to avoid coming within three feet of dog crap.
I've also had to suck it up and come home every day to let Polly out, take out the trash, and attempt to stuff puppy antibiotics into a hot dog. All. Gross. Things. (Polly has been struggling with excesses of bacteria in her system, joy of joys. Also, I ditched the hot dog plan after day 1 and moved to the peanut butter plan, for those of you who were curious).
So, another week to go and I get my person back. Then, things return to homeostasis. (Apologies if you come into contact with me before then, I'm not in control of myself).
Other updates -- we are having a good and busy spring/summer..... swinter? It seems like every weekend there are plans to look forward to. Recently, we celebrated a few weddings which were beautiful and fun and FULL of catching up with friends.
It's blurry, but these are [most] of my P-C friends in one place!
Work is keeping us both busy, and I'm getting the opportunity to travel more on sales meetings. I'm loving the meetings and the thrill of selling prospective clients, but the travel has been less-than glamorous. (If you catch my random status updates on Facebook, you can see this).
I'm in class again this summer, too, and same story as my other classes. I'm soaking it up. I never would have guessed graduating college that these skills/opportunities would excite and challenge me, but there you have it. That's life for you. I'm toying the idea of writing a blog post in the future directed at my 20-year-old self to this point. (20-year-old Kate and my brain heckler gang up on me sometimes with my life choices....)
I can't figure out how to rotate pictures from my phone, but check out this note someone left in my "Accounting for MBAs" text book :)
OK, that's..... 25 minutes wasted. Time to go confront the yard.
Until next time!
