Living Your Dreams

From time to time Mr. B and I will pull out the box of conversation questions he gave me while we were dating. This time he wanted to play with a twist. In the past we'd always sat in bed and asked each other the questions back and forth late into the evening, but this time we were to ask the question, wait for the other person to think of their answer, and then guess what the other's answer would be. It was very insightful to say the least. :) I learned a lot about how Mr. B saw me, but I also learned a lot about myself that evening.

Several of the questions focused on my goals for the future--a subject I have little clarity on at the moment. Mr. B nailed one of the answers I thought he'd never get. He knew at heart I want to be a photographer. And after years of looking up photography classes, and even registering and canceling multiple times, he simply said, "do it." The next day I signed up for a class. IT. WAS. AWESOME.

See the close background?

Now see how the background is far away? 

Yeah, I did that.

I'm still not sure I have all the answers for my future and career yet, but photography is definitely an option. Thanks for the support Mr. B.

Celebrating "Labor" on Labor Day Weekend?

It's a good thing I haven't kept a very good blog over the past year, cause I'm sure more than half of the venting posts would have been directed straight toward my job, or more specifically my boss.

And no body wants to hear that. (**If you thought "Nope, sure don't," stop reading now. :)

But last night, after a nice Labor Day weekend, I cried myself to sleep because I knew I'd have to go back to work the next day. (Pathetic, I know.) And those tears only led to bad dreams about work all night.

Because I work for the LDS church and have a pretty cool job (by some people's standards), whenever anyone asks how I like what I do I always put on a face and "love it."

NOT TRUE.

There you have it. I've turned this post into a confession post.

On paper my job is great. Working with my used-to-be-boss-but-is-now-my-"team lead"-whatever-that-means?!-she-totally-thinks-she-controls-me... not as great as it looks on paper.

Ok. I guess it's not the job, just the boss. I like what I do, just not who I do it with.

I talk about quitting all the time, but I won't cause I'm addicted to my paycheck.

UGH. (the very non-silent kind.)

In addition to threats about quitting (mostly to myself and sometimes to my husband), I also laugh at the power I have to set a very firm 9-month quitting deadline...

Yeah, no. Not right now. But I SO could.


Pregnancy = escape from one job + oh yeah, new job as Mom.

...Yeah, no. Not right now.

Someone please rescue me with a million dollars so I can have my freedom back!! Think of it as paying my ransom and saving a life. PuLEEEEEz!

No? Guess I'll have to work tomorrow. At least Thursday is payday.

My Favorite Time of the Year

I LOVE autumn!!

After record heat this summer, September 1st is finally here! And it feels amazing outside.

I couldn't help myself but take a morning bike ride around the neighborhoods. Mr. B settled in on the couch to watch Game Day, and the crisp, fresh air beckoned me outside.

It was almost cold enough for a jacket, but I loved the chilled feeling of the rushing wind on my face.

I hope this beautiful weather hangs around for awhile.