non-professional hair.

Today I had to choose my non-professional hairstyle.  I had a choice between having static hair or messy bun.  I went with messy bun.

old person plans.

There was a commercial on for Friendship Village. Afterward, husband turned to me and asked "can we move to a retirement village in Florida when we get to that part of our lives?"

We got so excited. We are anticipating that it will be like camp/college all over again. Living in community with friends and other people cooking and doing the dishes.  If you're reading this and we like each other, please plan accordingly because A and I will want you to be there, too.

Speaking of living in community, the TWO houses in front if our house (our house is back from the road) are for sale. So you could make our dreams come true now. Message me for details.

See?  College people dressing like old people. Which means the retirement village is meant. to. be.

lie.

This is an outrageous lie, words with friends. Outrageous.

On the plus side, I figured out today (for this reason) how to take a screenshot with my iPhone (so easy).

AND, I am extremely proud of myself for this joke.

I know I'm a nerd.

late night.

Well as life goes it is 11:05 pm right now. I just got home from being a substitute for my mother in law's Bunko group. It was inspiring. How neat that this group of neighbors has been getting together every month since 1970 with a system for snacks and prizes and a flow of comfort and support. It was lovely to be a part of.

But I did dart my eyes at the clock a couple times.

not sleepy.

I'm in bed. Lying down. Next to the hubby, but not sleeping. I'm thinking about pretty much everything and about how dreams are weird. I had a dream Aaron and I had a different wedding. In the dream hubs planned the reception and did a (very) poor job. In real life he booked an 80's band and people loved it. I suppose I don't have to go to bed the same time as him but I like doing things together, so I usually do. Plus, somehow being married to a teacher makes me think 8:00 is a normal bedtime for grown ups. When we are out with his parents or other people and its 9:00 and I'm darting glances at the clock between yawns I start to rethink things. But then I think about how much I love sleeping and we are back to 8:00 tuck-in. Speaking of tuck-ins, I can demand those, right?

Six months, eh?

We've been married for six months! We can get through anything. -Me, to Aaron today.  After we fist pumped.

We had waffles with cinnamon apples this morning in celebration.  It was pretty delicious.

Why yes, yes we do have awesome sesame street artwork in our living room.

Quite the hiatus.

I looked back to when or why I stopped blogging. I started my job as a Social Worker in August 2010 and stopped my blog in October 2010 so I've come to the conclusion that I must have stopped writing since most of my funny stories are now confidential.  That is now probably one of the only things I don't like about being a Social Worker.  Well, that and the fact that I hardly ever know what I'm doing or if I'm helping or hurting someone's soul and mind forever and always.

So here's the update.  I now supervise the program where I was once an intern. I have passed my LSW and then my LCSW exam after much freaking out and curling up in a fetal position while freaking out. I no longer work at the coffee place so I also no longer get free coffee.  It's kinda tragic.  To my budget, that is.  (That is a lie, I stocked up coffee like a little squirrel while I was still there and I happen to have some and haven't had to purchase actual coffee yet.  It is not a day I look forward to.)  I started dating a boy, we got engaged, and had a kick-ass wedding.  So now I have funny stories to share because I'm married.

Time to blog again!