Thoughts From Work

And so here I am at work on a Saturday afternoon. I really don’t like working Saturdays because they’re generally really slow and boring. Most people are used to banks closing at either noon or 3, so after 3 pm we slow way down. We might get a little bit of a spike around 6 and there’s always one person that comes in right at 7. But other than that, the afternoons are soooo boring.

So why is it that some people feel they have to fill in every line of a transaction ticket with zeros. You can save yourself the time and just leave it blank. We do know what it means, believe it or not.

And seriously, don’t act like you’re all smart when it is so painfully obvious that you’re not! And don’t you dare tell me that I messed up! I can not mess up when I’m only doing as YOU, f*ing retard, told me to do. I wish we could fine people for stupidity.

When I ask you “What can I do for you?” the answer is not, “Give me a million dollars.” The best answer I’ve gotten to that question is “Kill my husband. Or take him home.” I replied, “Sorry, I already have one.” And the member answered, “Can we trade?” And I just smiled. It was an odd exchange.

Don’t blame me for wasting your time when I told you from the beginning that this was going to take 10-15 minutes. Plus, why open an account just to cash a check when you can wait until Monday and go cash it with the bank that it’s drawn off of. I didn’t waste your time, you wasted mine.

Women should not burp. It is just wrong.

This was written while I was at work, while it was happening. I should do this more often.

My Sister's Keeper

So I finished reading My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult the other day and it is quite possibly the saddest book I've ever read. I'd been reading it mostly at work because the book actually belongs to one of my co-workers. I picked it up about a week ago and started reading the first couple pages to just see what it was about; and then I got hooked.

I've never read Jodi Picoult before, but if all her books are as good as this one, then I think I’ll be reading more of her. She's a master of first person and really getting into a characters mind. This makes it really easy to care about the characters and fall in love, or hate, them.

For instance, I can't stand the mother in this book. I just want to choke her and ram her head into a wall. She is so dead set on saving one daughter that she completely forgets about the other. For those of you who haven't read the book or seen the movie, the basic plot of the story is that there is one sister who has leukemia and one sister who has been donating her blood and bone marrow to the sick one since she was born. Now the sister who isn't sick is suing her parents so that she doesn't have to donate anymore, thus sentencing her sick sister to death. Twisted but really good at the same time.

Anyway, it's a super sad story. I finished it here at work and I had to work really hard to not cry at the end. Now I want to go and see the movie and I'm sure it's going to be a sob-fest.

Photo Dump!

Here's some more rescent pictures of Will.

Taken today. He turned 2 months old yesterday! :)
Daddy and Will napping together.

My two favorite boys in the whole wide world!

Excercising is Good for You

One of my New Years Resolutions this year is to lose all the extra weight I gained while being pregnant. Now before I go on, allow me to rant a little bit. I want to head all of you off at the pass labeled, "But you're so skinny! You don't need to lose weight! Now you look normal like the rest of us!" I am aware that to most of the population, especially the female side of it, I have always been smaller than average. Before I got pregnant I weighed 100lbs (and I'm 5'7", just for reference). Now, about 8 weeks after giving birth, I weigh 130lbs. 130 is pretty normal for women about my height, but not for me. Just think of it this way, I gained, and kept, 30lbs after giving birth (I was in the 150's right before Will was born and most of that was water weight that made my feet look like elephant feet).

Anyway, being 130 is defiantly not normal for me. And honestly, it's not about what the scale says, it's more about getting my body back. Because I don't care how big or small you were before you had a baby, afterwards, you're not the same person. Mostly, I want my flat tummy back. I was blessed to have one before without trying and it's a little depressing that I now have to work for it like everyone else. So, please no comments on how I don't need to lose weight or workout. If you've never had a baby you, frankly, have no room to talk; but if you have, then I'm sure you can understand.

Anyway... So I bought a couple exercise DVDs a while back and they just came in the mail earlier this week. I got one that it postnatal taebo and a belly dancing one. I started using the taebo one this morning and I like it a lot. I work out with it for twenty minutes on the mornings that I work and it gives me a light sweat and gets my heart pumping. Only thing is, it's made me realize how uncoordinated I am. I tried taebo once a long time ago and I thought I remembered how to do it, but I was wrong. But I'm sure I'll get better the more I do it.

My goal is to be able to fit into size 4 jeans, maybe 5. I was a 3 before pregnancy, but I really don't think my hips will let me get back into those, but we'll see.

Well, I better go finish getting dressed so I can get to work, yay fun.

It Begins!

I'm not sure how many times I've started and failed at blogging. It mostly becomes a problem of no one reading it. Blogging has become such a common thing now, it's almost sickening. But I do know a few people that use this particular blogging site so I'm sure to have some readers, and what's the point of writing if no one is going to read it?

So please welcome me with kindness! ;P