Pioneer Day Work

Somedays when M has the day off, he'll buy my lunch and surprise me with flowers. All because I had to work when he had the day off. Sure he bought himself a new bike today and more camping get for this weekend(!), but I'm one lucky girl.
I sure do love that silly hubby of mine!

Missing...

My long hair.
Yep, I just said it. I miss my long locks of blonde flowing thick hair. I miss being able to actually do it, and look cute.
I don't miss the baggage that was in my hair. All the old memories, the pains and some of the laughter. I needed a new start, and that's what I got. The new me feel better about being me, especially now that I'm going through some rough, and exciting, changes.
Here's to fast hair growth, and prenatal pills (once I can stomach them).
:)

Thursdays Need to End

Of all the days of the week, I despise Thursday the most. Most people would say that Monday is the most rotten day of the week, but in all honesty, Thursday makes me sick. Not just in a mental way, but a physical way as well. 

You may think I'm joking about Thursday being a terrible day, but I'm not. You see, Monday maybe a dreaded day to go back to living that "realistic" lifestyle that everyone has to eventually get used to, but at least you have something to talk about when you get back to work/school. The weekend can be the highlight of your Monday by describing all the wonderful, or lame, depending on how you decide to spend your weekends (Me? Sleep, sleep, sleep and more sleep. I'll go into more details later about sleep) events you so lavishly partook in. 

Tuesday isn't a bad day. It's the "Okay, I survived my Monday, which isn't that bad of a day, and tomorrow, being Wednesday, is the middle of the week. I can do this" day. You have time to actually be productive, especially when you're at work. And, you still can talk about the weekend, or the latest office/school gossip. Alright, maybe not the "gossip"but the "happenings." Don't want the bosses to figure out that you're quietly talking about the smelly cubicle partner over chat with a few select coworkers. All my Tuesday funs would be ruined if they did. 

Wednesday, possibly my favorite day of the work week, besides Friday of course. I find that Wednesdays are full of promises. Promises that you can make through the week, that your smelly neighbor or the person who has a terrible sense of fashion, can do something about it. They may have even surprised you with better hygiene, who knows. Anything can happen on Wednesday. Plus, your work week is almost complete. Well, half way over, which is good enough for me. 

Thursdays. We'll skip them for now...

Fridays. Sigh. The day everyone looks forward to every Sunday night and Monday morning. This is the day you can really loosen your tie and wear casual clothing to work. You don't have to worry about your performance, because everyone else is slacking. One or two occasional people may have "called in sick" or purposefully took a long weekend. The office is a tad louder than usual, and the atmosphere almost makes you want to get that overtime at work for the week. Almost. 

People gather around to talk about weekend plans, make jokes or just shoot the breeze. Your work load tends to seem lighter on a Friday, and anything that can be pushed to Monday, will be pushed to Monday. Fridays are a heaven sent in the working world. I don't know how I could live without them. 

Saturdays and Sundays are pretty much self explanatory. I don't think I need to divulge in what it is that everyone does with their free time away from their musty cubicle, so I won't. I'll leave that up to your imagination.

Back to Thursday. Thursday has no place. It's not the middle of the week, the beginning or the end. I mean, Tuesday has a better placement than Thursday. You survived all week long to stumble upon Thursday. A day where silence lurks in every corner of the office; where the clicking of keyboard keys drives any sane person up the wall. No amount of coffee can keep you awake on a Thursday. It mocks every sense of the weekend by sadistically taunting you that you haven't reached the weekend yet. You have to endure this painful day with a smile on your face, because if not, all will be lost. You slack on a Thursday, your Friday becomes the worst day of the week with projects, numbers, phone calls, etc; things that could have gotten done during the week, but Thursday had to take your optimistic views on life. 

I'm telling you, Thursday is the most terrible day of the week. I could do without Thursdays. My week wouldn't be ruined if Thursdays happened to decide to take a break from torturing me. Life would be, almost, perfect.