I have been meaning to write. Part of the reason for the delay is largely because I've been really busy, and there's been a lot of things going on in life that have given me reason to pause and just think. I'd rather do that than vent. Other than that, my computer has been packed away, I can't find my laptop and it's just impossible to do anything at work (I remember those days when I could whip out an entry during work. Today? not so much).
I have been blessed with three showers, one by my girlfriends (who I love love love), one by my coworkers (who surprised me with their outright generosity and wonderfulness), and one by my family (which was a surprise yet wasn't, but it was still cute, so thanks ladies). As a result, we have SO much stuff around our house that it's making cleaning up the baby room a MESS. I'm just glad that my parents are out of town and we can put all the stuff in the living room. It's crazy.
I'm winding up my last week at work, and what's exciting about it is that I'm going to be changing jobs from my directorship (which I loved, but it's time to move on, if you know what I mean) to running Freshman Programs. I'm really excited about it, but I know it's going to be a pain because the work is so heavy with details and drama that I'm going to need to learn how to round up the kitties. I'm excited. In a way it's a sort of demotion yet it's going to be easier for me, it's going to mean I keep my salary, but I can do MORE with MORE people. I'm also thinking long term when it comes to work with other schools when it's time to move on that this position has more versatility to it and will allow me to be a more attractive candidate. who knows.
I've had to redo my CV, and it's nice to be able to see how much my life has changed over the years. I am excited about the future, not just because of the job, but because having Bambina will give me some opportunity to put meaningfulness in my work.
Al Trautwig, who does color commentary for the Tour de France, does the commentary for gymnastics. It's kinda wierd.
I have a bad crush on Michael Phelps and Jim Krasinski. I had a dream with both of them in it. I won't say anything else, but the last time I had a dream like that it was with Vince Vaughn (and he was brand new and skinny). Every time I look at Vince Vaughn now (the chubby version), I get a little embarassed about the situation. That kinda dream, yo.
I already packed my hospital bag (and Husbandido's). I figure he might ask me to do it when we're getting ready to leave, so might as well do it now cause the only thing I'm doing when we're headed to the hospital is to sit there and not freak out.
The baby seat and stroller aren't here yet. Crap.
Made a grown up decision to not have a Filipino fiesta at the hospital when I give birth. You heard me, people? We're going to do this nice and quiet, have a few days rest, and then tell everyone to come by when we're at home. And it's going to be nice and orderly. No 20 million people over the house. Just a handful at a time. Shit, maybe we'll do appointments.
Anyways, Husbandido's doing a great job with the room. We did get into it because I do have a lot of crap and it's just time to get rid of all of it. It's hard parting with things from my life, but it's gotta be done, right? No, I don't have things to give you all, trust me, if I had things worth selling I'd have a garage sale by now.
The theme? Green and yellow. Her colors. Not pink. But you know, it really didn't stop people from getting us all pink stuff. It's just the way of the baby girl.
Okay, well that's enough blah blah for now. It's nice to be able to touch base with you all, and hope you're all doing well. Take care and much love!
Voodoo