The other day I saw one of my favorite former roommates. When I knocked on the door and she answered, our conversation went like this. Imagine our tone of speaking in about a b above middle c.
Both (in unison): Hi! How are you?! Good!
Then there may have been some jumping, squealing, and hugging.
That giddiness is exactly how I feel right now as I'm writing this post from my laptop, at home. I have a retroactive Monday Movie and Treat for Tuesday planned, but I have to grab some breakfast and head off to work.
I promised my loyal followers on facebook (which would not include my sister Rachel, who will log on to facebook the same day she'll send a text, read Twilight, or in any way endorse women's beach volleyball. Rachel is very principled. And funny.) that I would blog tonight. And since it has been decreed on facebook, it will inevitably happen. (For more insight on how facebook is taking over the world, or at least my cousin's subconscious, go here. While you're there, read everything else. She's hilarious.)
Anyway, as previously stated, I got a job. This means I finally convinced someone with money that they should give me some. Thanks to being employed, I can go to the doctor whenever I want, and have my teeth cleaned twice a year. Also, when I want to not go to work for a day, they still pay me. It's a pretty sweat deal.
I work for an insurance broker, designing communications pieces for when they sell benefits packages to companies. Perhaps the following video will help explain.
Now, there are a lot of golden nuggets here, not the least of which are my boyfriend Jim's thoughts on his career goals. But the main point is that Dunder Mifflin could benefit from hiring an insurance broker. Did you see that stack of books Dwight grabbed so eagerly? I can whittle that down to an eight-page brochure. Because I'm that good. (Okay, someone else does the whittling, but I make it look good.)
So there you have it. That's my job in a nutshell. It's a really great gig for the next few years. So don't worry, I have no plans of throwing myself in front of a train any time soon. And that's only partly because the nearest train is 4 blocks away, and I don't think I'd be able to make it there and back on my lunch break.
So for my sister's birthday, I volunteered to watch the Lovely Clara while my mom and Rachel went to Sundance for lunch. I'll be honest, I was a little nervous that Clara would not be convinced that Aunt Megan is tons of fun and would take good care of her. As it was, there were only a few anxious utterances of "Momma!" and a whole lot of fun to be had. First we took a walk around campus, since Clara loves her stroller, and she was particularly pleased with the fountain in the courtyard of the JFSB. When she got tired of that, we went to the Bean Life Science Museum. She loved the animals: she meowed at the cats (cougars, leopards, etc.) cawed at the birds, and quacked at the ducks. I think she thought something was odd about all these animals, since they all stayed perfectly still. She got over it though when she saw the lions. She spent the rest of the time jumping with the pouncing lion and waving and laughing. Uncle Chris even rode his bike from work to his lunch break to take part in the fun.
Our last stop on the Trip O' Fun was to the Academy Library where she kept busy running around and climbing on the Clara-sized chairs. She did condescend to pose for my camera, for which I'm grateful.
You might remember me complaining about my grad pics a few posts ago. Well, after some cajoling from my mother, I decided to maybe give them another try. And then I found these three nuggets that made me laugh out loud. They really speak volumes about the graduation experience. Be sure to pay special attention to the facial expressions of my dad.
I'm really loving the transition into post-college life. Take, for example, my first official Saturday as a college graduate. I say "official" rather than "technical" because technically, I spent the first Saturday in bed after being leveled by a sleep deprivation-induced migraine. Not fun. So the first official Saturday I did the following:
Woke up at home in my comfy Lehi bed.
Enjoyed that nephew Joshua liked me instantly, instead of taking his usual obligatory three hour warm up.
Ran errands with my dad (deserving of its own post, believe me).
Went to Target (one of my favorite things to do) to buy a shower gift for my greenie.
Went to said greenie's bridal shower.
Had a J-Dawg/Smart Cookie extravaganza with former mission companions.
Went to a barbecue at my aunt's house.
Watched the first few minutes of Sandlot projected at the baseball field.
Had a few sips of Henry Weinhard Root Beer.
Saw Iron Man.
So really, a jam-packed day full of things I love to do with people I love to see. And in no way was it tainted by homework, or even the threat of homework. Also, there wasn't snow, which the weathermen have been threatening for days in an effort that I'm convinced is for the sole purpose of trying to suck a little of the joy out of life.
