oh no you di-uhnt!

I'm living into the title of this blog today.
Brace yourself.

I have files. Lots of them. 5.5 years worth actually. They're important - to me, to the company. They fill 6 boxes. This is your cue to ask: why would you keep them in boxes and not a filing cabinet?

I work for a technology company. Paper files get no respect. I sit in a hallway. I have enough room to keep active files, but not archives. That's okay. I don't need to be close to them or anything, I just need to know where they are and have access to them. All of them. At any time. (Because I need control - there, I said it).

I keep them in the corner office.

New guy hasn't said anything about sharing his office with my files - not even a "wow - you're organized - I love sitting so close to your alphabetization."

Today I sat and watched other guy carry six bankers boxes past my desk, in the hallway.

"Where are you going with those?"
"Away."
"What's in the boxes?"
"I don't know."
"Where'd they come from?"
"Corner office. New guy needs the cabinet in there, so I emptied it."

So now I get to unpack boxes and find room for them in my hallway and I'm just glad it's Friday. Grr.

Happy Anniversary to Us! (belated...)

I found this entry in my archives - I never posted it. It's from June 26th.
It's still relevant.



I realize I'm paying homage to my marriage a bit prematurely - the ol' anniversary isn't until Monday. But they're inducing my sister's labor tomorrow. So I'll have more important things to say in the next 48 hours or so. (Or for Jen's sake, 24 hours or so).

In the meanwhile, I just have to say that there are about a million reasons why I love my husband. Here are a few.

• He makes me laugh.
• He's strong.
• He's gentle.
• He knows things he has no right knowing. Like the fact that you're not supposed to lay a refrigerator on its back. And tool stuff and handy stuff I can't even begin to describe.
• He calls me baby and I don't feel demeaned.
• He usually smells good.
• He's really very handsome.
• I have honestly never met anyone who dislikes him.
  
• He can carry the whole load of groceries in one trip.
• He vacuums because it makes me sneeze.
• He takes me camping and we wear dorky head gear (see above) and laugh a lot.
• He takes me out of my comfort zone and I still feel safe.
• In the winter, he goes to bed first and warms up my side.
• He makes me feel beautiful.
• He has patience for my weaknesses.
  
• He makes me proud.
  
• He has crazy adventurous stories about growing up in the Philippines.
• He doesn't watch football. Or golf.
• Sometimes I can't tell where he ends and I begin.
  
• He still has friends from high school. I think that says a lot about a person.
• He calls his dad "daddy." And he has tattoos. I think the word I'm looking for here is well-rounded.
• He thinks I'm the best cook ever.
• He loves God more than me.
• He makes 2 years of marriage feel like an instant.
  

I'm to the point now where I can't imagine not being married. Where would I ever spend all this mushy energy?!

Sometimes I need to ask myself

Convicted? Or stubborn?

Eager? Or impatient?

Right? Or just a different kind of wrong?

Objective? Or apathetic?

Safe? Or self-centered?

Funny? Or mean?

Driven? Or greedy?

Content? Or Happy.

Before

And After

You can't see them, but there are ornaments in the trees. And I'm working on the wreaths...
Now we just need snow!

my list

- thank you for the first sip of coffee, and the couch on which I taste it, and the Bible over which I drink it, and the dark in which I savor it and the house in which it brews.
- thank you for down comforters and fuzzy slippers.
- thank you for Keith.
- thank you for in-laws that feel like blood.
- thank you for a family that communicates.
- thank you for a roof and a yard and a mortgage and a job to pay for it.
- thank you for a belly that's too round with "blessings."
- thank you for my friends and for laughter and for trust and for consistency.
- thank you for memory.
- thank you for sidewalk chalk, basketball hoops, and wii.
- thank you for the flavor mint.
- thank you for leaves that crunch and snow that silences.
- thank you for mittens and kittens and puppies.
- thank you for music.
- thank you for forgiveness.
- thank you for my care group.
- thank you for Ogre Sized Peanut Butter M&M's
- thank you for that moment at the end of the night, when the kitchen lights are dim and my spirit is settled, and my wine glass is full.
- thank you for loving me and hearing me and leading me.

the biggest of my peeve's

I am often called upon to proofread at work.
Websites, package copy, video graphics, you name it - I'm supposed to know how to spell it. And punctuate it. (And they say I'm not using my degree...)
BY FAR the biggest offense in this office is the abuse of apostrophes.
I've been giving this lesson for FIVE YEARS!!
Some would say I'm maybe a little hypersensitive about apostrophes, but I just can't understand why it's so hard to understand. Even if it's counterintuitive to you, the rule isn't difficult to remember... And a careless mistake here and there is okay. But why...WHY do you ALWAYS have to insert an apostrophe? Sometimes they just need a break!

So there we were...
On a peaceful, relaxing weekend...
I couldn't help but be a little distracted...