I must confess. I really like to blog. I like writing about myself, reading about myself, re-reading about myself. And I hate it when I don't have much to write. I lead kind of a boring life. Honestly. Work. Home. Bed. Repeat. In that order, every day. I know, I'm lazy. Some of it is my schedule, but that is probably just as much my fault as my boss(es). But on top of reading about myself, I like to defer blame. So we are back with it being my boss(es) fault. Just a few minutes ago I was giving a co-worker a hard time about a horrendous fashion choice he made today. Honestly. Horrendous. With three full syllables. He said "didn't your parents raise you to know that if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything". To which I promptly replied "you've clearly never met my parents". See...blame diversion. I mean, it's true, but still. Some people just can't handle the awesomeness that is me. But it is a truly awful shift. Bright (as in blind you and make you think you have finally found the color of the sun, up close) yellow with large flowers on it. It's so bad that Hawaiin shirts won't claim it.
This isn't where I wanted to go when I started this post. I can easily have conversations with myself, which is why I am so narcisstic. I keep telling myself how awesome I am.
Brad and I are trying to figure out if we want to move. Well, if we want to buy a different house. I don't think anyone truly ever wants to MOVE. As in, pack up all the crap you haven't used in two years so you can unpack it in another house to do nothing with. Last time we moved we hired movers. For anyone who enjoys being married, I highly recommend this. Men and women shouldn't move together. Again, referring to the actual act of moving. Men and men do great. Women and women do great. Men and women, not so great. Men have this inherent ability to know exactly what the other is thinking; this piece of furniture needs to go here, be picked up this way, will take this much momentum to get up the stairs, will make their wife this mad if they break it, etc. Women know these things as well, but not according to men. Most women I know are good packers. I, like my friend Tracey, am a semi-pro packer. Honestly. I can pack a car with the best of them. I can pack a box perfectly. I can pack a kitchen like nobody's business. But get me in a room with men during a move and I am inept. I mean, only in their eyes, but inept nonetheless.
That all of a sudden made me want to say "Nobody puts Baby in a corner!". Yes, I am Baby in that scenario. Actually, I have been told I look like Jennifer Grey (pre-nose job) quite often. I can't decide if I like that or not.