an attitude of gratitude

With so much I can (and do) complain about each day, I wish every week I could feel like I do this week: full of gratitude.

We're not ridiculously rich, popular, or good looking, but sometimes a girl just feels hooked up, know what I mean?

Happy Thanksgiving to one and all.

eating at your desk...

...makes you feel like the noisiest eater the world has ever known. My coworkers might as well be sitting next to a horse.*

*But would a horse write such nice copy for email campaigns? I doubt it!

tresemmé

I am in love with this hairspray. It rocks my world. I've told Doug again and again about the depth of my devotion to this hair product, but I just don't think he gets it. Perhaps he feels threatened.

I once saw a woman attempt to go through airport security with one of those gigantor Tresemmé bottles, and you better believe the TSA guys snagged it. I'm not sure what universe this woman was from that made her think it could pass as a 3-ounce liquid bottle, but when you take into account how awesome it is, can you really blame her for trying?

decor disasters

In an attempt to be cool and trendy, I decided to do a simple-yet-hip painting for our downstairs bathroom. Our hand towels are a light blue, so I was sure to carefully match the colors so it didn't look weird. Sitting at the kitchen table, it looked like I had matched the blues like a dream. I was really proud of myself.

However, when I finished the canvas and brought it into the bathroom, it turns out the lighting in the bathroom the blues horrific together. Just awful. I was so annoyed I let the painting sit on the floor for about a week. Finally I just hung it in a hallway near the bathroom as a symbol of how close I got to perfection.



Soon after I was on a cleaning rampage and I decided I would wash our bathroom rugs. I threw our dark brown rug from downstairs in with our very light tan rug from upstairs (typing this out it all seems so obvious...), and what did I end up with? A dark brown rug for downstairs and a nasty PINK rug for upstairs. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Teamed up with our pink tile, that bathroom now reminds me of Grandma Shirley's house. Awesome.



Sometimes I don't think I'm qualified to be a housewife. Or maybe I just need to stop decorating bathrooms.

confession

I'm going to see "Twilight" tonight. I bought the ticket on Monday. I'm excited.


And I'm not ashamed to admit it.

*Update: I was thoroughly entertained! It wasn't exactly the same as the book, but it's a movie and not a book so I was okay with it. And I felt 15 again watching it. I'm also not ashamed to admit THAT.

reach out

To fit in at Capital One, it's essential that you use the phrase "reach out" at least once in every meeting.

Reach out [rēch out]
As in “I’m going to reach out to Tom and his group so they know of this change. Then I’ll reach out and hug them.” An abstract and confusing way to let other people know you’re going to contact someone else. It implies a type of human contact that seems weird, weird, weird in the workplace.


Really, it's essential.

two years

I'm sure glad I signed up for this.

Happy Anniversary, Babe.