Realizations

As I sat here, thinking of something witty to write about, I came across a variety of realizations:

I have way more white hair than I care to talk about.

A 9 PM bedtime isn't only desired but usually the norm.

Food tastes better when the hubby makes it.

Tuesdays are supermarket ad days.  I love Tuesdays.

I keep a stack of papers on my desk in case someone walks by so that I can look busy at a moment's notice.

I think I'm losing my shopping mojo.  I blame Nick.

I absolutely NEED more  black shoes for work.

And a manicure.  Sometimes I sit at my desk and look down at my hands and feel very unprofessional.

I might just paint my nails right now, even though it is past my bedtime.

I think I may have this job thing down.  It's getting better, tons better.

I'm still too new at my job to know everything, as evidence by the conversation that stopped when I walked into the room earlier today.

Thinks it's horrible that I want to browse facebook at work, but I'm just waiting until my probation period is over.

I totally overplanned Owen's party.  Or maybe the weather kept people at home.  Either way, all I know is I ended up with way too much food.  Thank Jebus we didn't hire that taco guy.

Thinks the issues with my phone reception may have to do with the sim card.  Of course I won't do anything about it, but as long as I think I know what the issue is, I'm fine with it.

Had I not applied and got my new job, I would have more than likely been laid off and my last day of work would be November 30.

I'm blessed.