We’d all gather at some big meeting place and spend the day complimenting each other on our fabulous taste in accessories.

I bought one the other day so I could and would totally attend.
We’d all gather at some big meeting place and spend the day complimenting each other on our fabulous taste in accessories.

I bought one the other day so I could and would totally attend.

I read all three books in about a week. I kept hoping for more…plot maybe…other than that I can’t explain why I read all three (probably just for the sex). By the third book I was completely disgusted with the series, it was arduous to read and completely devoid of originality. I didn’t even like the main characters. I know this is not a popular opinion on tumblr. By the third book I pretty much just skimmed through to the kinky bits, then I got sick of that and tried to skim through to find the plot (harder) I found some legit non-sex action about 80% through. I just was surprised when I finished the third book and Christian Grey hadn’t been consumed by flames as his eyes had been burning/smoldering several times a day for a couple months.
Also - Christian Grey is NOT hot. At all.
I mean, a domineering, bossy, hotheaded, and possessive multimillionaire? Okay, I guess I could get used to the multimillionaire part but everything else is the opposite of sexy - it’s scary and I don’t like people like that.

These books, however, blew me out of the water. I broke down and bought them after I saw Lili’s post. I needed something I could sink my teeth into after being severely disappointed in the Grey books and these did not disappoint. I devoured both in a couple hours. When I finished Insurgent I gasped (awesome ending) - I can’t wait for the next one. READ THESE.
In hindsight, worst idea ever.
She usually sleeps in her kennel but she was hanging out with me on the bed while I read a book and I didn’t have the heart to move her when it was time for bed - she was curled in a little ball snoring away. So, we let her stay.
Mark slept like a log, that man can sleep through anything. I, on the other hand, tossed and turned and eventually curled up in the fetal position as Callie continued her late night quest to claim my half of the bed as her own. I probably got an hour of sleep total.
Moral of the story: never again.
Who’s the ebay buyer everyone got theirs from?
I feel like I need to own one.
and then find that one little section of hair that you missed at the nape of your neck.

obsessing over: Mark’s birthday and the one final I have this week. His birthday is today and he has finals today and I have a final today so I feel bad that a big celebration isn’t in the stars.
working on: time sensitive project at work and general spring cleaning around the house. I’m feeling the itch to CLEAN ALL THE THINGS!
thinking about: how terrible the Shades of Grey books and how disappointed I am that I bought and read all three.
anticipating: my trip out to North Carolina this weekend and next week, I can’t wait to see my sister and brother-in-law and I’m so ready for a break.
listening to: Callie snoring under my desk
wishing: I was on my way to NC right now.
I’m not a runner by any stretch of the means but I do run… Mostly to stay in shape and to allow me to gorge myself when desired without consequence.
I really ramped up my running later winter/early spring and I’ve just now finally gotten to the point where my lung capacity isn’t a factor. The first couple of runs I went on I was huffing and puffing after a mile. Now, I can easily run several a couple miles (2-4 miles) without having to stop to catch my breath.
However, now, I have to stop because my knees or hips are on fire. That eventually stops right?
For no reason in particular I’ve found myself calling all snub-nosed dogs (see: french bulldogs, bulldogs, boston terriers, and pugs) - Chuffer.
I’ll see a cute little pug or whatever running around in the dog park and I hear myself saying: “Look at that cute little chuffer”.
Chuffer sort of stemmed from the odd little sound these dogs make when they run hard. They sound like tiny little freight trains - they’re hilarious.

This is a chuffer.
Ann Aguirre, Blue Diablo (via cityyandcolour)
Truth bombs. When I first met David, it was when we were helping a friend address her wedding invitations. He couldn’t believe I finished filling mine out before he did. Competitiveness is usually a turnoff for me, but I found it endearing on him, and at the end of the night I questioned our friend about his ~situation~, even though I was dating someone at the time. A future with David seemed natural and inevitable.
(via valerina)
Ditto. I met Mark in a college class, we were in a lab group together. I felt that click when I tried to break the ice with the group and told a slightly inappropriate joke, he was the only one who laughed.
My long time manager was offered a great position in the company, unfortunately for me that means she won’t be my manager anymore.
It’s difficult to be happy for someone when you really want them to stay. She’s really been an amazing boss - she’s been a great mentor and has continuously gone to bat for me, she’s really the reason I was able to telecommute from KC so I was able to live in the same city as my husband. I’m happy she’s found a new opportunity but I secretly hoped she would stay in her position and be my boss forever, alas, that’s not the way the world works.
While she transitions to her new position and until we find a replacement I’ll be taking over in the interim. The announcement went out last week and I’ve already had a few helpful calls of people asking if I need help with the new responsibilities but truthfully, she’s still running the show and we haven’t had a big transition in responsibilities so I’m pretty much just waiting for the hammer to fall.
The interim position also means that St. Louis will be seeing a lot more of me. StL tumblrs, get ready for lunch invites.
Want to go for a run over lunch and take a shower but I’m waiting for a repair guy to show up and measure the kitchen window.
We broke the window last week trying to swat a fly. *eep* Either that window was ready to go or Mark hates flies more than I thought.
I’m absolutely sure that he won’t show up until I’ve left for a run or in mid-shower.
*please don’t actually drive 100mph