Week 2

This week's list is about what you learned in a place you visited.  Kurt and I went to Mexico for our honeymoon.  We loved it there.  We learned so much about the people and the ancient cultures.  It was amazing, and we can't wait to go back.  So without further ado...

One down, forever to go.

You're the one
who knows my stories

gets my jokes

warms my feet

takes my side

ignores my quirks

finishes my sentences

soothes my worries

You're the one
who makes all my days better 

and even makes me 

a better me. 

Happy 1st Anniversary!

52 Lists in 52 Weeks - Week 1

I've started following a new blog recently, and I'm already in love!  The post that struck me is called 52 lists in 52 weeks.  I am a list maker through and through!  She'll be posting a new list every Sunday, and has invited other bloggers to share their lists.  I am totally down with a task like this! I'm a little behind, but I figure if I post one today, I'll still be on track as far as the weeks go.  Week 1 here I come!

Guilty?

I've been trying to keep myself updated with the Casey Anthony trial, and it has blown my mind.  I have such a hard time understanding this woman and her family.  I can't fathom anyone killing their own child, and especially having no remorse for it, like she does! 

(I know you're thinking, "She hasn't been proven guilty yet," but it's my blog, it's my opinion.)

There are so many people out there that would love to have a baby, and this woman was too busy partying to take care of hers.  It boggles my mind. She has been caught in so many lies, I just hope the jury can see it.  I am really afraid she'll get off because of a technicality. 

I come home after work and watch the trial with my MIL.  Talk about family bonding.

Life is too short to be anything but happy.

Lately I'm having trouble accepting my position in life.  It's hard to have to depend on other people to make all the money, and let you life at their house.  I keep saying that I'm ready to get to the next step.  I'm ready to have my own house, and have (sorry Mary) a real adult job.  I'm ready to be a strong contributor to our bank account.  I'm ready to have a baby of my own, and stop ogling friend's babies. I'm ready to have a whole new set of worries.

But then I remember that I'm 23.  I will never again be 23.  This is the time for me to enjoy my easy job that gets me home by 1:30 P.M.  A time for me to go out with my sexy husband and have a good time, not caring if we get home at 4 A.M.  A time for me to be able to spend money on lavish vacations, because I don't have a mortgage to worry about.  A time to buy the iphone that I want, because I don't have to worry about groceries or electricity. 

When the time comes for me to officially grow up, I'll be happy to do it, but for now... I'm going to love the life I have.

I Love My Job Because...

I work with some really great people.

People always tell me that I make their day.

I'm pretty great at what I do.

I can pretty easily predict what my day will be like.

I get to work on my own, and as a team, within the same shift.

I have a very flexible schedule.

I have a little bit of seniority.

I have really great bosses who appreciate me.

Just when I think I know all there is to know, I learn something new.

It's more fun than work should be.

I'm an only child.

In actuality, I have three beautiful, talented, and brilliant half sisters.  However, they live in a different state, and we didn't grow up together, so as far as the social aspect goes, it's just me.

I have inherited four bold, opinionated, hilarious sisters-in-law.  They are all very different, and we relate quite differently, but I love them all for different reasons.  I didn't grow up with a big family, so sometimes my house is just a little too loud, just a little too cluttered, and just a little too busy, but my husband says that he will miss all of that when we move out.  I can't imagine missing it, but I'm wondering if living here for two years will have made me feel the same way when the times comes.

The drama that surrounds these four women leaves my poor, only son husband trying to stay neutral.  I sometimes find it difficult not to insert my opinion into topics, and often times, when I do get involved, I regret it.  It's really important to me that my husband and I stay united, so for now....just call me Switzerland.