My kind husband, who makes frequent suggestions on what I "ought to blog" is essentially becoming a co-contributor to this blog. So, consider this a post from him.. because he created this for me: My official Before and After photo.
On the left, is me on Michael's 1st birthday. On the right, Michael's 2nd birthday. One year, and 40lbs of weight loss later, I have to say.. yeah, you can tell a little bit that I've lost weight. I was getting really fluffy, and having a hard time finding things to wear in the summer of '05. Things are better this year. Though.. what I wouldn't give to have my long hair back.. but that.. that can be my next goal.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
I am moved
My company moved offices this week. It's kind of nice I think - like being given a brand new rental car to drive around. Sure, it's not yours to keep but you can still enjoy the new car smell, right? Maybe I'm weird, but the scent of fresh paint and new carpet and carpet glue is making me high as a kite making me very happy in my new, unfinished cubical. (They, uh, ran out of desks I guess. So, it's just me and my moving crates and a mini segment of desk jutting out from the wall. I'm told eventually I'll have a completed workspace..)
The only thing that has me spooked are the restrooms.
Either the new building is haunted or they have some MAJOR kinks to work out.
While using the restroom on two different occasions after I secured the stall door (you know, turn the knobby thingy so no one can open the door while I'm in the stall) the door flew, and I mean FLEW open suddenly. The 2nd time I was standing there pulling up my pants for all to see. (Luckily the ladies room was empty. Small graces, eh?)
However, I am SO not about to write up a "Trouble Ticket" on this one. How would I possibly write it without becoming the laughing stock of the Facilities team?
The only thing that has me spooked are the restrooms.
Either the new building is haunted or they have some MAJOR kinks to work out.
While using the restroom on two different occasions after I secured the stall door (you know, turn the knobby thingy so no one can open the door while I'm in the stall) the door flew, and I mean FLEW open suddenly. The 2nd time I was standing there pulling up my pants for all to see. (Luckily the ladies room was empty. Small graces, eh?)
However, I am SO not about to write up a "Trouble Ticket" on this one. How would I possibly write it without becoming the laughing stock of the Facilities team?
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