On winning the blogging Pulitzer

I know I should be studying right now. I know this, and yet my brain refuses to cooperate. Bryce is out in the living room right now pretending to be hard at work at the kitchen table - even though I know he's really just watching You Tube videos on his laptop with headphones. (He thinks I don't know. But I do.) I work better when he sits out there shooting aliens or whatever on his x-box. I can't focus in this silence!

Don't try to get inside this head, baby.

So instead of spending this valuable study time actually, oh I don't know, studying, I've been doing everything but.

For example, here's a picture of Bryce at Niagara Falls:

Thumbs up for Canada!

I just finished uploading all my pictures to Flickr from this weekend - we headed to the great white north as a sort-of late Valentine's celebration. No heart-shaped bed or anything like that, but it was a great (and much needed) romantic getaway.



I like this picture because it looks like we're sitting in front of a blue-screened fake background, posing for one of those cheesy pictures that we'll get suckered into paying way too much for a key chain version of.

Actually, I think it would look best on a mug, don't you think?

OK, I have officially wasted enough time. Now I'm going to go pry my husband away from his work (*cough*MySpace*cough*) and crawl into bed to watch Northern Exposure.

Worst. Week. Ever.

I am in the world's crabbiest mood ever today. It's coming to the end of a very long, very crabby week. I either need some more sleep or some more sex.

Or both. Both would be nice.

Study break

Sometimes I will make an entire batch of cookies, flash-freeze them on a cookie sheet in the freezer, and pack them into a ziplock container with a label that says: 475-degrees. 9-11 min. yum.



Of course, I always have to bake a few in the oven to eat right away.



Yum, indeed.

My life for the next 2 months:

Studying for the Series 7 rocks. Try not to be too jealous.

Welcome back to Siberia

Last week Bryce and I took a lovely little 5-day trip down to Venice, Florida to visit his Grandparents for his birthday. What a horrible idea.

This was me, one week ago:


Florida officially ruined me for winter. I am ruined! What is this "winter" thing all about? The the hell is the deal with the cold and the snow? What happened to the 70-degrees, the sunshine, the warm breezes?

Here is the view from my office window this morning:


What the fuck, man?

This displeezes Meh!

This picture pretty much sums up my cats existence - eat, sleep, and look detested when any of the silly humans try to disturb her.

My own desk

This picture sums up so many feelings about my new job, not one of the bad, but most importantly I! have! a! desk!

Snow kiss

And just like that, winter's back.

Ode to Rosemary

I know I'm a little late in the season to be doing this, but today I pulled some of my herbs from my outside garden and potted them in little pots to go in my kitchen. There's just nothing better than fresh herbs, especially during the middle of the winter.

Like a one-man army

I just quit my job. Just got off the phone with my now Ex-Manager. Told him I would not be coming back. Ever.

I never have to go back to that place again. Holy fuck.

I guess that's a good prelude to my other big announcement (even though this one probably goes without saying): I got a new job! They finally called me around 3:30 on Friday, after making me sweat it all day long, and offered me the position AND the salary I wanted (I would have taken it either way, but this was just the icing on the cake). I seriously felt like I had gone out on a first date with someone that I really liked and I was waiting to see if he would call me - it was a little unnerving. I just felt such a connection to the company and the people and, even though I had several other options, this was really the job that I wanted above all the others.

Yay for 2008, so far.

January Sunlight

One of my New Year's Resolutions this year was to take (and hopefully post here) a photo ever single day. This one was taken in the enclosed courtyard of the Detroit Institute of Arts, during our visit this afternoon.

Bibbity-bobbity bacon

Bryce and I got into a huge fight the night before last. Hugh. Like biggest fight we've ever had huge. There was much yelling, some throwing of things, and I even attempted to beat him to death by smacking him upside the head. It was one of those fights where you lose track of all time and space. At one point (I think it was when I threw my wedding rings across the room), I rose up out of my body and looked down at myself, like who are these two crazy people in my living room? Not one of my proudest moments, I can tell you that.

Things finally started cooling off at about 6 in the morning when, I don't know if it was something he ate or the flu or maybe the fight itself, Bryce starting throwing up like crazy. That effectively ended the fight, and broke the spell it had on us as well.

In other, better news, I've had a few very promising interviews and things are looking good on the job front. Also, my current job has put me on Disability. WTF? Let's review the facts here: I've called in sick for 2 weeks now with a fake illness, and without so much as a doctor's note they put me on Disability? So now they are paying me to sit home and find another job? Man, if I had known it was this easy, I would have done this like a month ago!

And I'm off to get my hair done. On the clock, apparently. Rock on.

This one's for you, Dana.

I'm sitting here at Panera, enjoying the free internet and a delicious spinach artichoke souffle-thing, searching for new jobs on the internet. I hate my job. Hate it to the point where just imagining being in that building makes me shake and hyperventilate. I have never hated a job this much in my entire life.

The last time I was at work, I looked around and realized that I would really rather be doing literally ANYTHING than being in that building. I mean anything. Garbage collecting? - sure why not. Wiping old people's asses all day? - sign me up!

After I made that stunning realization, I knew that I couldn't go back. I've been calling in sick ever since. And posting my resume out across the internets.

I realized how bad it had gotten when Bryce looked at me the other night and basically told me, "It's so nice to have my wife back". I've just been fucking miserable to deal with lately. I guess hating every minute of your job and dreading going back the entire time you're home will do that to you. It's like all I wanted to do when I got home from work was take a Vicodin and go to bed.

So anyway, I'm back, bitches. Hopefully for the better.

Happy Friday

Calling in sick is the greatest. Especially when the husband ends up on this side of town and therefor working from home for the afternoon. It gives me a reason to make cupcakes. And to eat them while playing Guitar Hero.

Much better than working, I would say.

Snow trees

Last night, for the New Year, Bryce and I had some friends over, got drunk, played Guitar Hero, ate well, partied our asses off, and toasted in 2008 as well as we possibly could. At midnight, I looked over at my husband and I couldn't help thinking back to last New Year's Eve. First, Bryce showing up to my house in a suit with a dozen red roses, then our first kiss ever.

So much in my life has changed since last December the 31st. What a journey the past year has been. It's had its ups and downs, but I can honestly say that I wouldn't rather be anywhere else this year, looking at anyone other than him - my best friend and the face of my entire future.

This morning we woke to the total silence that only that lack of remaining party guests and an over-night snow dump can give. The whole world was covered in white, almost too perfect to be real. If only the whole year could stay this wonderful and new.

Happy 2008, everyone.

I need to stop being such a dynamo in the sack

Bryce threw out his back yesterday. We're not even sure how, just months of overuse and under-appreciation. I like to joke that I broke him. Yeah, I'm just that good.

Anyway, today we went back to the chiropractor to look at the x-rays they took yesterday when we (ok, me) basically begged them to see Bryce even though they were pretty much closed. Looks like he has 2 pinched nerves in his mid-back. Yikes. I guess that explains him writhing in pain most of the night last night.

The best part is all of the good meds his doctor called in for us - a veritable slew of muscle relaxants and anti-inflamitories and pain killers.



I got the impression that the pharmacist thinks I have a prescription drug problem. Whatever. Screw her for judging me. Besides my husband is fricking adorable when he's trying desperately to keep his eyes open for one more episode of Family Guy while he's higher than a fucking kite.

Also, I only have to work until 10:00 am tomorrow. Things are looking up.

Tomorrow will be better

Tonight I am crabby and I hate Daylight Savings Time and I hate NaBloPoMo and I hate everything. Did I mention that I was crabby?

Goddamnit.

That's it, I'm going to bed.

next stop, the laundry room

A month ago I completely missed my period. Like it totally never came - just didn't show up to play. I freaked out, as I always do, even though I am on birth control and I take it religiously, every night when I brush my teeth. I ended up taking three pregnancy tests over the two weeks following - all negative of course - until I was finally satisfied that it must have just been a fluke.

It's not that I don't want to get pregnant, ever, I just don't want to right now. I starting panicking, thinking ohmygod, I still have so many things to do before I become someones mom! Like, I want to have a real honeymoon, to somewhere really romantic like Italy. And I want to go sky diving! And I want to have sex in every single room in my house!

If anything, this little scare has made me even more determined to enjoy the shit out of being married and untethered while I still can.

And on that note, I'm off to ravage my husband. Nighty-nite, everyone. =)

I love you too, but I'm going to mace you in the face now

This afternoon Bryce and I went out for a lunch/movie date and ended up seeing The Darjeeling Limited. I can't say enough good things about this movie. I have loved all of Wes Anderson's movies in the past and this was no exception. In the same second I was laughing and then near tears and then laughing again. And when I left the theater it took me awhile to shake the sensation. It was just so moving. I can't wait to buy it when it comes out on DVD.

In fact, if you haven't seen it and you live near me, I will go with you. It was THAT good.

In other news, starting tomorrow at 8am I am set to attend a class for work - a ridiculously boring class on all the lovely intricacies of life insurance - that goes on for the next four days. Four effing days, people. Four days on insurance. Pray for me, will you?

And now I'm off to curl up in front of the TV with the husband and try to enjoy as much of the weekend that we have left as possible.

An open letter to the boys in green

Dear Michigan State Football Team,

Every year I think maybe, maybe this year you will not break my heart. Maybe you will not suck. Maybe you will play football as if you actually belong in this league. Maybe you will finally live up to your potential.

Today I tried the I-don't-give-a-shit position. I knew you were going to lose and I decided not to care. Well then came the third period when your offense suddenly seemed to come together and suddenly we were winning - dominating, even.

And then it happened. My heart opened to the possibility that you might actually do it, that you might actually beat the University of Michigan.

And then you fucking lost.

You are now officially dead to me.

Peace out,
Carolynne