Daily Peek: My "work" life in pictures

I'm not sure why I've not really ever shared more pics of my office, but as I was out to lunch today (buying purchases you'll see below), I realized that I couldn't remember writing too much about my office.

Without going into details that my boss doesn't need to read (P.S. I KNOW you read!), I wanted to tell you that I am SO SO SO SO SO THANKFUL everyday for my office. My last job required me to work in a revamped department store (we were in a revamped mall), and my entire world was grey cubes. It was miserable. I was miserable.

But on September 12, 2005, I was welcomed into a new world. I remember my boss showing me my office, and I kept thinking, "Are you kidding me? Is this temporary?". Thankfully, it wasn't, and I have thoroughly enjoyed my office! I had the option to move closer to my big boss, director, and manager, but when I realized I would lose a window, I shot that idea down QUICKLY!

I love my office. Sometimes, I wish it was bigger, but in those moments, I'm reminded of my cubieworld, and then I mentally shut up!

I wish I had Pop-up video here... I'd point out that my desktop background is my friends from our trip to the Biltmore, my Nalgene bottle, my fuzzy valentine's pens (see, told ya'!), the J mug, and my Sally Hansen fingernail polish. That stuff is my saving grace

Behold, two of my favorite lotions EVER! Aveeno Baby (Lavendar & Vanilla), and Hello Sugar! from Bath & Body Works. Behold, Sally again! And a reminder to FILE YOUR TAXES!

If you look closely, you will see Nathan's pictures. My word, I miss that kid Everyday. Also, my workout bag... filled with clothes to hit the Wellness Center today!!!! And last, but MOST IMPORTANTLY, my space heater. My office is the return for the heater, so it's usually about 60 degrees in my office. That was a God thing, y'all!

My attempt at healthiness! New Kicks -- Asics, and a Grilled chicken sandwich from Chick-fil-a. I normally love the Club, but today... :(. You will also notice my green phone, which constantly makes me think of Kermit the Frog, as well as Esther. "If ______, then God!!!!" Holla if ya' hear me!

My three windows. Can y'all give Jesus some praise for that?! Praise you Lord for light! And Vitamin D! And Sanity!

My world... in boxes. Welcome to the transition of accounting. These are 8 of 30 that I'll fill up in the next few weeks. Also, a stack of papers that I need to deal with.

A rare sight for me. My door is RARELY closed. I just don't like chewing and having people walk by an stare at me.

I love love love pashminas. I own 11... I think. Wanna come visit me? Grab a seat! But, don't trip over the chord to my speakers. You wouldn't wanna miss the craziness that is my iTunes.

A final shot of my world. Gotta Love it!!!

Various and Unsundry... Part 17?

I painted my nails red for the first time in a while. For some reason, I'm really excited to celebrate Valentine's Day, even though I don't have a valentine. I'm also wearing heart earrings, and a pretty heart necklace. Overkill? Nah.

Do you want to be my Valentine?

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New Guy is not at work today. 25 business days into the new year -- He's missed 4. Not that I'm keeping track of anything. Except for the calendar on my desk.

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I actually enjoyed being at the gym/wellness center last night. Seeing as how I don't frequent these joints often (in spite of the fact that I have paid DEARLY for them), I really like this one.

And the best part... there's no drama! I don't know anyone, except for one of the trainers, and she only comes to encourage me. I love it.

I also ran a total of 7 minutes last night. For once, it wasn't because I was too winded either... my legs just felt like they couldn't carry me. Strange, but true.

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I had to buy a new Nalgene bottle because mine is AWOL. I'm sad only because I had a no-splash mouth insert in it, so now I'm worried about splashing. :( Plus, nobody carries them in store anymore.

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I've been struggling with uploading .pdf files to blogger. ARRGH.

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I missed The Biggest Loser last night because I 1) worked out, 2) had to something to eat, and 3) had bible study. Regardless, I know who got kicked out... and I can't say that I'm sad for Joelle.

Having sent in more than one audition tape, I was aggravated with her from week 1. I did like Carla though... in spite of the fact that she could have squished me if I made her angry!!!

Even though I haven't blogged about it too much, this season is very different (my opin) from other seasons. More emotions. Less weight. Bigger people. But I love the twists of the game, forcing people to go home (even though not necessarily eliminated). Weight loss has to be in the real world.

But I would still scream like a 5-year old in KMart if I could work out with Bob for a week. Shew-Wee!

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It's 4:52, and I'm ready to go to the gym. It's going to be like 15 degrees outside when I finally leave!!!!! EEek!

We're gonna need a clean-up in the Parking lot.

I assume that, for at least one day, I should get away from the topic at hand and share a bit of God's sense of humor.

I have said, MANY TIMES, that God keeps me humble. And quickly.

There is a LOT going on behind the posts that I've written the last two days. I wish I could tell you, but I can't. But, I wrote it last night, hit POST, grabbed my stuff, and headed to Dalton to stay because I was concerned about the condition of the roads in the morning.

I was almost in town when I remembered that we were having a diaper shower for a friend at work (his wife is having their 3rd child this week), so I called Bits, and let her know I was running to Wal-Mart. I went in, grabbed the things that I needed, and checked out.

I pushed my buggy to the car and unloaded the items I had, and then headed to the buggy corral.

Then I suddenly realized that me and the buggy?... we were ACCELERATING.

A kid, maybe 16, was driving his family's minivan, and I'm assuming they were talking to him with the van in gear. He didn't even notice me.

That is until I started yelling!

"Hey... YOU HIT ME!"

Sure did... got bumped right there in the Wal-Mart parking lot.

From the looks of things, he had eased up on the brake, letting the car roll forward slowly. Of course, it scared this poor kid to death. I'm sure the crazy white lady yelling and waving at him didn't help either. It kinda freaked me out too, envisioning my life ending at the buggy corral of a Wal-mart (*shudder!*), but thankfully, other than being horribly embarrassed, I was okay.

Sufficed to say, God keeps me humble, and reminds me to chill out. And more often than not, in really hilarious ways.

Let's talk about Sex.

Another day (day 2) of blood pressure issues... tomorrow I will be going to the doctor.

My mom decided to be "straight up" with me, and frankly, she scared me. HBP can mess up your head and your liver. Yikes!

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I didn't realize until today how little I blog about what I think about most days. The last post has offended some people, and while I probably should have given you the setup as to WHY I posted it, it needed to be posted. End of story.

But seriously, can we talk about integrity? Amy Beth has been talking about LOVE and some of the details. She even mentioned that she and Cousin Cate can't say the word SEX because her mama might be watching. I get that... but I also grew up in a home where my Mom knew that if she didn't tell me about sex, then the world would.

Christians get so freaked out talking about sex. Don't get me wrong, I don't, and I mean DON'T want to hear about your sex life, but at 30, I know too many people who are afraid of the word.

FEAR makes it bad. FEAR is what causes so many Christians to compromise their morals. FEAR brings shame.

God made sex. Mind you, I've yet to experience what God really meant. If you'd asked me ten years ago if I was a virgin, I might have lied to you out of shame. But I am, and I'm totally okay with it. I don't need a big 'ole V on my shirt, and if you aren't, I'm not going to brandish you with a scarlet letter. But come on y'all? We MUST stop being afraid to talk about it.

God made it to be a beautiful, wonderful thing. It's the 'not talking about it' that has made it taboo and wrong. Recently I shared with my girls' group about good girls that I went to college with who were so freaked about it, they waited MONTHS to consummate their marriages! That's craziness!

And really my post comes from a point of compromise. Girls who give in, and give up to salvage relationships. I am not Snow White. I have gone farther than I ever dreamed. I knew when to stop, and knew what point was beyond stopping. And I sadly, stopped in between.

But when did it become NOT Okay to hold each other accountable? You know you wouldn't do "those things" if your Mom or Dad were on the end of the couch. You would have run away like you were on fire.

And while I'm rambling... stop using the "victim" excuse. SAY NO. Phone a friend. Be truthful with an accountability partner, even if it's embarrassing.

Find your value in The Word. Find your value in The Lord.

PSA

Hey FELLAS?

Just a reminder...

You know those girls you treat like crap? The ones that you use (and abuse) at your convenience, for what makes you feel good? The girls you date just to date? The girls who act as time fillers, "Ms Right Now", while you keep looking for "The One"? Or does it comfort you to know that someone is treating your sister, cousin, or friend like trash?

My prayer, my hope, is that you figure out quickly that God made us right after you... God recognized that man was alone and didn't want it to be so. We were created as helpmates, as partners, as pairs. We are precious in God's sight.

Sadly, you don't treat us like that. You treat us like trash. Expendable. Worthless. Useless. Disposable.

Some of you need the somber reminder that, you may potentially be fathers one day.

Do you want someone like you to treat Your Little Princesses the way that you have treated women?

It's just a thought.

and while I'm on the tangent... Hey girls, being THAT girl, that made out with all the guys? It doesn't make us want to be you... it makes us sad for you. Sad that you have so devalued yourself that you're not worth having someone actually WAIT for you. Sad that no woman in your life was honest with you, encouraging you to find your purpose, not a dark place to make-out.

There is an old cliche -- Loose Lips Sink Ships. It doesn't JUST refer to gossip.

There is still hope. God is the RESTORER.

Last night, at an engagement shower for for my friend and his fiance, there were two tables of Nerts going, and they were following by a violent game of Spoons.


Three people got "injured" and one girl was practically drug across a table. It was HYSTERICAL and outta control!

I hate giving rundowns of my weekends unless I feel like it's absolutely necessary. For now, it isn't, but I want to give you the build-up to my shopping experience.

Friday night, after working a crazy week, and then spending every night at the gym, I came straight home from work and got in the bed. At 6:00pm at night. These are the times I feel no sadness about being single. I was tired. I went to bed. It was fabulous! I knew I had a lot to do on Saturday, and I just felt like resting. I only wound up napping for an hour or so, but it was still nice.

Saturday morning, I piddled around, not really wanting to do anything, but realizing the tasks ahead of me. I needed to get busy! I had to run to Chattanooga to pick up some stuff for the engagement shower (for my friend and his fiance) that we (me and a few others) were throwing on Saturday night.

Sidenote: Why is the expression "Throwing a shower"?