If I'm not back in 30 minutes I've died....probably
I’m running to the grocery store to grab some essentials to get us through a week of being snowed in. I’m hoping going before noon will lessen my chances of being trampled or being pummeled to death over the last loaf of bread.
Before I got married I lived alone for two years. Yes, we were one of those couples that didn’t live with one another before we got married but we dated for 5+ years so lets not kid ourselves, extended sleepovers happened.
As a girl living by herself I developed certain habits…crazy, neurotic girl habits. Like closing my bedroom door every night before I go to bed. It had to be shut, had to. I still shut the door now in married life, despite the fact it makes the bedroom turn into a sauna. This is something that baffles my husband.
Mark: Why do you always close the bedroom door?
Me: Well, if someone breaks into the apartment it gives me enough time to call 911 and jump out the window (note: I also used to sleep with my cell phone).
Me: Well the burglar might not check my door or if he does, it gives me an extra two seconds to get to the window.
Mark: You think you can get to the window in two seconds?
This is where I demonstrate my window fleeing abilities.
Mark: Mmmmhmmm…. *judgy eyes*
Me: No really, it helps, cause the door…it blocks…the guy…and the danger……..
Mark: I think we can leave the door open.
Me: But, uh, uh…burglars and the door… *pout*
And then we go to bed and my husband falls asleep right away and I wait to fall asleep thinking if someone breaks into the house I’m going to roll over him and out the window.
I survived the trip from St. Louis to Kansas City last night despite icy roads and light snow. It took me longer and 40% of the time I was guessing where the road was because the snow was drifting across the road, obscuring the pavement and lines, but I made it back.
Next time, St. Louis, no snow days. I only got in one social call with a friend and didn’t even bother with any of the others because you dumped 9+ inches of snow on me.
I thought we were cool St. Louis….I thought we were cool.
I’m trying to trick convince my sister she wants to have a baby soon after marriage just so I can have a niece or nephew to shower with affection (and dress up like a doll).
Mark and I want kids…in 4 or 5 years.
Oddly, I don’t feel guilty about it at all. I really want to be an aunt. I also want Mark and I to take pictures with our theoretical half Asian niece/nephew and confuse people as to we where we got that baby.
I am probably the only person in St. Louis right now hoping to not have a snow day from work tomorrow.
I came to St. Louis to work in the office, see my awesome coworkers, and attend some face to face meetings. Driving 4.5 hrs just to end up working from home in another city sounds devastatingly depressing.
I’m headed back next week to spend some time in the St. Louis office.
For those who don’t know me, I used to live and work in St. Louis but then I got married and then my husband got into dental school (in Kansas City). Great news for him, not great news for me - I loved living in St. Louis and I loved my job. Living in two different cities was out of the question but I didn’t want to leave my job.
Luckily, my job can easily be done from home, which is why I got approved by my manager to work from home (in KC) and I got back to the St. Louis office about once a month to attend meetings and catch up with my coworkers.
It also gives me a chance to catch up with my friends, a majority of whom live in St. Louis. I usually try to schedule as many lunch/dinner/happy hour dates as possible. Other wise I’m just hanging out at my in-laws place after work, which is fine, they’re great, but I prefer to hang with friends.
When I was a child I was absolutely devastated when I discovered my father could never be president of the United States (a job I thought he would be great at; also, I want to be first kid and boss around Sinbad).
My father could not be president because he wasn’t born in the U.S., my father was born in New Ross, Ireland.
I think it’s funny that as a child I thought of his birthplace as a hindrance and now, as an adult, one of my life goals is to visit Ireland and visit the town my father grew up in before he and his family immigrated to the U.S.