Today marks my second triumphant day of gainful employment. It’s been a long long time since I was the new girl. My co-workers are friendly and casual but the position is much more technical than advertised. I may have to use the few brain cells I have left.


I think things are going pretty well actually. Of course it snowed here like crazy last night but the accumulation was much less than expected. Two women were outside of my office this morning discussing the snowfall. I heard one remark, “What happened to the 6 inches you promised me last night”!?!?

You know what happened next, don’t you? Before I knew it, “THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID!” blurted loudly out of my mouth. There was sudden silence and then they awkwardly resumed their converstation.

I’m going to fit right in!


We had John’s daughters last weekend I gotta tell ya, it was a challenge. It’s been a big adjustment for me to cohabitate with Johh, let alone two little ones. My friend Ann put it best, ” Living with little kids is like living with a homeless person. They’re always asking your for food or money or asking you if you’ve seen their shoes”. For the most part, they are wonderfully behaved little girls but they are still children, and I need to stay mindful of that. Friday night we had a four alarm meltdown when we refused our little one a poptart after she neglected to eat one single bite of her supper. FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY. The wailing, the tears, the uncontrolled sobbing! And that was just ME.


This Saturday is my 41st birthday. The older you get the more they speed up, it seems. I can’t help but draw the natural comparison between my life at 40 and my new life at 41. So much has changed. Come to think of it, everything has changed. Every single thing in my once quiet little organized life. Everything but my love for John, I suppose. As I sit here typing in this cold drafty farmhouse I can’t help but miss my warm cozy cottage. I don’t feel like this is my house yet. I feel out of place and unfamiliar for the most part. What’s odd is that because I’m with John, I still feel like I’m home.


I’ll keep you posted on the job and my general shenanigans. Like I said to John before I left the house yesterday, “All I have to do is just NOT be myself”. My sweet husband replied, “exactly“.

He’s the cheese to my macaroni, you know.

2 thoughts on “BRRRRR!

  1. Happy early Birthday!And, if those women can’t laugh at a “that’s what she said” joke then you don’t want to be friends with them anyway.

  2. Cindy says:

    In case you haven’t hear….three is now the new two. I can hardly wait.

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