- Life and junk (I'm certain I've used this subject before)
- September 13th, 2010
Don't you love when spam comments on your journal remind you that you haven't had a substantial update in almost two months?
Good times. Good times.
Well, all three of you reading this, there's really a good reason for that: I don't have anything substantial to SAY! In fact, every time I start a new livejournal entry, I always say "Hey, look, nothing has changed." Well, children, that's still true.
Alyson is growing. Holy crap, so fast is she growing. She's almost to the point of rolling over from her back to her tummy. She can already go from tummy to back (well... sort of. She sort of FALLS over...)
Oklahoma is still a crap place to live, and so is our apartment. We're planning on moving again, which is always good times. The one place we're looking into is cheaper, which means we might get to pay Sallie Mae more (sidenote: I hate Sallie Mae. We're too busy paying off hospital bills to worry about them, but they're like "sorry, you can't defer your payment, lol we suck"), plus it will be nice to not live in an apartment where every time it rains, the patio floods and the corner which is stained in the previous tennant's dog's pee smells again.
Where was I?
Oh yeah, work. I'm coming up on 3 years working with Tate. Doesn't seem like it's been that long, but I guess it has, considering we've lived in this state for over 3 years now. I'm going to get an assigned parking space, which is going to be jolly good seeing as I won't have to walk all the way across the empty field. Also, we started flex scheduling at the beginning of this month, which is AWESOME, because I am now working from home once a week, which means more time with Liz and Alyson and one extra day a week where Liz can have the car to run errands. It also means I'm not super wiped-out and pissed at the end of the week from dealing with stupid clients all week long.
That's about all that's going on. Liz is in Sayre at a funeral, so I'm eating taquitos and corn on the cob. I can tell you're jealous.