My Sidekick is watching Fast Five. You know, that car movie. Not that one, the other one.
What? You think they're all the same? Me too.
I am not so much watching as glancing at Fast Five. And, trying not to eat the last chocolate chip cookie in our kitchen. So in an effort to keep my hands busy doing something other than picking up the cookie, I decided to check in with the blogging world.
Our exciting Friday night is brought to you by Redbox and the fact that we had to pay two rents this month. We moved from Midvale to Taylorsville last weekend. Why? We just heard what a happening scene it was.
Ha! Couldn't even type that with a straight face. We moved to a place with the same amount of room and more storage for $200 less a month. Sidekick is going back to school in the fall. And, we will be welcoming a little critter into our family in November. So, hearing that school costs money and that kiddos should wear diapers, we thought it wouldn't hurt to save a little bit of moolah.
I'm sneaking up (shh) on a year of marriage. It suits me. He suits me.
He's nice to the critter when I'm not. When I start cussing the critter for making me feel sick and useless, he always talks in the general direction of my uterus and says "She doesn't mean it. She loves you. We both do."
I have a feeling he's going to be Good Cop. Though the critter is growing on me (and growing IN me. Ha!)
My work keeps me busier than I'd like, but busy doing something I like. Cancer is a jerk, and I get to help people fight it and celebrate their courage. I've met some really great people with gigantic hearts.
Except for in Draper. Draper is devoid of people with hearts. ...I don't want to talk about it anymore.
I will also be retaining my calling of Stake Girls Camp Director until after camp is over. Why didn't I use the move as an excuse to escape when I had the chance? Because I have too much of my father in me.
So girls camp + a summer-heavy job + critter inside = some interesting times ahead. The Sidekick helps me not lose it, and makes (at times feeble) attempts to cheer me up when I do lose it. I'm real glad he's here.
My blog posts are far less introspective than they used to be. Somehow, things are a lot more simple to me now. I don't stew... I feel more, I think less. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's not.
But you know what IS good? Pickles. Especially lately. Maybe that will help me stop craving the cookie.
