Big Head

My head is expanding. I mean that figuratively, but it is. Because there is a job available at work that is similar to what I do, but it encompasses muuuuch more stuff than my job. I just heard today that the person who is hiring for the position wants for me to apply for it. ME. Like.....whaaaattttt? And then, one of my professor's from grad school emailed me today and wants for me to be a guest lecturer in his class. And so now I think I'm all smarty smarty pants and I can physically feel my ego growing. This means that something will probably happen tomorrow to knock my ass down a notch.

I have decided to hold off on the dog. Two friends who have young kids were both like "Don't. Do. It." And while I know that I am not pregnant yet, I am pretty sure that as soon as I decide to get a helpless little puppy, I will miraculously become preggo. Because that is how it works around here.

And I'm also pretty sure that in one of my drunken stupors this weekend, I told Neal that I did not want him to go for the directional drilling stuff yet because I don't want him gone anymore than he is already. The extra money would be nice, but in the grand scheme of things, having him at home as much as possible is just way more important to me. I am so much happier when he's home. And he will move up in the company that he currently works for, it is just not happening as quickly as he would like it to. That is one of the drawbacks of working for a large drilling company; but if you ask me, it is still much better than working for the small companies that tend to be fly-by-night and are not always very stable.

So I don't know if I'm going to apply for the job or not. I am considering it. I am pretty content with my current situation, and it would involve a change in bosses and a bit more responsibility and stress. I dunno. I need to think about it.

Monday

So there was a few minutes Saturday where I thought I would not be able to ride a bike. We picked up the bikes at Academy Saturday morning and both realized that neither one of us had ridden a bike in about 15 years. I'm not gonna' lie, it took a second or two for me to get used to it again. But after a few wobbles, I started to feel more comfortable and we rode on the Trace for a few miles and it was fab. I got a girls' Huffy; it's purple and gold. I sort of want a basket to put on the front.

Did ya'll watch the Golden Globes last night? I caught most of it. I just want to say that I don't believe Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt. I just don't. And I don't really care for Sandra Bullock's bangs and Natalie Portman's dress was ridiculous. But I do love Mila Kunis; she looked awesome. I have a girl crush on her.

I am off of work today for MLK day and I am soooooo happy about it. I've spent the last hour and a half reading about the Golden Globes (celebrity gossip soothes me) and am going to cook breakfast, probably bust out the bikes again and ride the Trace, do laundry this afternoon and then cook red beans for dinner. I love 3-day weekends.

Small World

I lived in the dorms with a girl named Hayley freshman year at LSU. After I moved out of the dorms and into the sorority house sophomore year we stopped hanging out as much and I don't think I've seen or spoken to her in almost 10 years. She was from Orange, TX and graduated from LSU in 3 years (me....I was on the 5-year plan). She studied all the time and had a boyfriend back home that she was planning on marrying. We were 18 years old and she had a savings account that was specifically for her wedding. (Yeah, I SO was NOT there yet at 18 y.o.)

So anyway....I'm on LinkedIn and am "connected" to all these people I went to grad school with. I see her name pop up on one of those "people you may know" things and so I sent her a message to make sure it was her. Well, it was her and it turns out that she went to the same grad school I did (about 3 years before me) and also got her MHA. Isn't that weird? I mean, UHCL is a pretty small school and the MHA program is relatively small too. She majored in business at LSU and I was Poli Sci and I don't think that either one of us had any intention of doing anything in healthcare at all. So she still lives in Houston and I told her I'd let her know the next time I head that way so that we could meet up. She did marry the boy that she was dating in college and they have a little boy named Owen (I love that name).

Like, do you ever feel that some people are just generally supposed to be a part of your life? Like when someone pops up over and over again in the most random places? Or when you realize that you were, at some point, at the same location of a person who was at one time significant in your life, but didn't realize that you were in the same city/building/etc that they were at that same time? Sorry if I'm not making any sense, but this kind of stuff just makes me think about life and fate and plans that the universe has for us, and crap like that.

I really wish I did not care about the purpose of life or the reason that we are here. I would love to be one of those dumb bitches that thought Sex and the City II was a great movie, or only worries about whether or not her roots are showing or what kind of Coach bags are on sale at the mall. It does me absolutely no good to worry about stuff that I can't control, but I still do.

So anyway, I'm not sure where I was going with all this. I guess in thinking about my friends and the hubbs, it's just crazy how everything happened. Jeanne is one of my bestest friends and I never would have met her had she not dated Dupe; and I never would have met Dupe had I not lived with the Kelly's; and I never would have met the Kelly's if I hadn't joined the sorority and on and on and on.

So now that I think about it, Pero is sort of indirectly responsible for my marriage. Because I never would have met Neal were it not for Kelly N. And I never would have hung out with Kelly N had Pero not asked me at the bus stop on campus one day if I wanted to live with in the sorority house with her and Kelly N.

And Neal never would have come to LSU had he not gotten drunk with his cousin one night in Monroe and said, "Hey, you know what we should do? Transfer to LSU." And Neal and Pruitt grew up their entire lives about 15 minutes from each other in tiny towns and never met until LSU.

Sorry, I'll stop now. All I'm sayin' is that I think that shit happens for a reason.

Habits

When my alarm went off yesterday morning at 515 it was hurricaning outside, so I opted to sleep in and go to the gym after work instead. It was the first time since we've moved here that I've gone to work out after work. I hated it. It was a sausage fest in there. Bunch of tatted up dudes in wife beaters and someone was on my preferred treadmill (which is the only one that sits under the fan. And yes, my gym is a piece of shit.). After that I went to the local Abita grocery store because I didn't feel like going to Rouse's. I mean, this change in schedule fucked my entire world up. It was like I didn't even know where I was. I am such a creature of habit and I do the same thing every Mon thru 430ish on Friday that when I change it up just a little...I just ended up feeling completely weird all night. Yeah, I've got issues.

I'm also riding the line about something important: Dog or no dog? I've found a litter of puppies at a shelter in Ponchatoula that are half terrier half poodle (which means they shouldn't shed). I am seriously thinking about it. My main reason for not doing it? I don't want the responsibility. But then why am I trying to have a kid, right? I think it would be fun to have a little pup around to keep me company when Neal's gone. And we really don't travel all that much anymore, so it's not like I need to worry about boarding it all the time. I'm leaning more towards 'yes' on this, but I'm still a little hesitant. I'm a neat freak and that makes me nervous. But a kid will probably f up the house more than a dog, so like I said, I need to get used to it. If we get a female dog, I'm naming her LuLu Bug. (And you say it with a southern accent, like it's one word - LuLaBug.)Don't hate.

We're getting each other bikes for Christmas, but we haven't bought them yet. We were supposed to get them last week, but the weather was so shitty that we knew we couldn't ride them yet, so we're going to pick them up the next time he's home. I can't remember the last time I rode a bike...from what they say, it's not something I should forget how to do. Speaking of bikes...last night's episode of Modern Family is probably the funniest one I've ever seen. I laughed my ass off. Neal hasn't jumped on that bandwagon yet, but he will. Oh yes, he will. This may be the episode that does it.

It's The Little Things

I just ordered some cute return address labels with fleur de lis' on them for Neal and I. And for some reason, I am really excited about that. I guess it's because it's the first time that we're planning on staying in one place for more than 2 years? Now that I'm getting address labels, you should expect to get a lot of mail from me from now on. Just an FYI.

Sunday Funday Does Not Lead to a Fun Monday

We decided it was a good idea to go have a few beers after the Saints game yesterday, around 330pm. So it was fun, but now it's Monday and I'm at work after having 5 days off and I feel just AWFUL. I don't think I'm going to make it. I am physically here at work, but my brain is not.

I really enjoyed my time off. We went to Biloxi for a night, shopped at the outlets in Gulfport, went to dinner at Mom and Randy's with Ted and Diwina, and watched a whole lot of football. It was all very nice and relaxing. Now I can't believe that I have to work for an entire 5 days in a row. It should be illegal.

Have ya'll seen this business in the news about 3000 birds falling from the sky and dying in Arkansas? And they there was a massive fish kill in the same place. Like, what the hell? People are now getting all hyped up about the apocalypse and end of days, blah blah blah. First of all, end of the world scenario/disaster movies don't take place in Arkansas. They usually are supposed to take place in NYC or LA or something like that. If birds and fish start dying in mass quantities in a major metropolitan area like NYC or DC or something, then I'll worry. Second of all, if the world ends before Neal and I get a chance to have a kid, I am going to be pissed. Like, SUPER pissed. So this better not be 'it.'

Honestly, I'm in pain ya'll. $7 pitchers of beer are a bad idea on a Sunday. Is it Friday yet?