Lunch Break

I've noticed a lot of pregnant ladies walking around lately. I think they're really cute until it gets to be about 7 or so months into it and then it just looks uncomfortable. It makes me never want to have kids. There should be some way you can just skip that part. I guess that's adoption.

So I had one of the best lunch breaks ever on Monday. It was REALLY nice outside ... mid 60's and sunny ... and Pete rode his motorcycle over to meet me for lunch. We went to a park close to my work and ate outside and then I got to swing! It doesn't get much better than that. That beats the break room any day.

I'm also looking forward to this weekend. His parents are meeting my parents (as Nichole would say, "the meet and greet") and then I'm tagging along with his family to the Biltmore. Charleston might also be in the weekend plans, but I'm not sure. Either way, I'm off Friday and Monday, so yay vacation days! (Well, one technically isn't since I work next Saturday, but anyway...)

Class was fun tonight, too. One of the professors led chapel and talked about his trip to the Grand Canyon last summer. He gave a bunch of evidence for the flood and had some great pictures. Then he talked to our class for another 45 minutes or so and I realized how many questions I still have about how old the earth is and where exactly the Ice Age and dinosaurs fit into the picture. There will never be enough time to read all the books I have on my list, but I suppose I can try.

You Rock

Hilda gave me a bat to put under my bed yesterday. She said it's just in case anyone ever breaks in. ... Whaddya bet I forget it's down there if that happens? I think I'd be more likely to call 911, then escape through my window or something. Well maybe I could at least break the window with the bat. :)

So Pete and I went to visit my family in TN last weekend and got everyone to play Rock Band. (Minus Seth because he had a headache. ... Which I'm sure we made better by attempting to belt out "Heartbreaker" and "Say it Ain't So"). Emily decided the drums are her thing and my suspicions that I'd be a horrible singer were confirmed. But it was a lot of fun. I like when you finish a song and it says "You Rock!"



I've also noticed that Emily has formed some odd habits. Funny quote by Emily after drinking a capful of lemon juice: "Makes ya wanna pucker up like you're about to take a kiss!" (I guess she's more into receiving than giving).

Sunday, we cooked out at a local park. I told Pete it was windy, but as a former Fargo resident, he laughed at me and said that was nothing. I settled for breezy. He also laughed a couple of weeks ago when schools were closed for predicted cold weather. Even Seth was out of school when there wasn't snow on the ground. For the longest time, one of my biggest fears has been hitting a deer while driving, but now I'm also afraid of driving in the snow if we move up north. Maybe I could put tennis rackets on the bottom of my shoes and walk there. Or get a sled dog. I wonder if they really respond to "mush." Hmmm...

On the bright side, I'm working on some great projects at work. One is about '80s and '90s fashion and the other one is about farming. I visited a farm today and got to sit in a ginormous combine and look inside a grain bin. I can't make stuff grow, so I doubt I'd be a good farmer, but maybe I could have some lambs or something. I'd have to sell them before they become sheep because their wool gets nappy. I told Pete I couldn't have any horned animals.

P.S. I just finished a take-home midterm about an hour ago. One down, one to go. Woo woo!

P.P.S. The exercise ball experiment isn't working. I think it's actually deflating from non-use.

Shoulda Lived in the '20s

When I lived with Sara, I routinely got sucked into garbage television that was nevertheless entertaining, if not only to make fun of it.

Since moving in with Hilda, who only has basic cable, I don't have as many possible shows to get attached to and not much time to do so if I did. At least half the time I'm in front of the tube, I'm watching my "Golden Girls" DVDs. ... But last night, I could NOT tear myself away from "The Bachelor" as ridiculous as the show is. I hadn't watched any of this season's episodes until then and was completely glued.

If you watched it, you know why, and if not, maybe I've persuaded you to look it up online. :) Either way, I advise you to not watch next season because you WILL get attached. How are such stupid, fake shows so addicting?

I should've lived in the '20s before television. ...

P.S. I just saw a commercial for Humira, an arthritis medication, and it shows X-ray slides of what can happen if you don't treat arthritis. Having four crooked fingers (although it's barely noticeable), it really scared me. What if I have premature arthritis and wake up one morning with 10 crooked fingers? Another reason to stay away from the TV.