New Leaf

Today is my last day at my contract job.  I actually really enjoyed my time with the client and all the wonderful people I got to work with (we won't mention some of the not-so-wonderful people though).  I was with the client for almost two full years.  

I went back to work when The Youngest was just three months old.  And now I'm shaking my head saying "I can't believe she's already two!"  When I went back to work, I was lugging a pump back and forth with me each day.  Thankfully, that pump is long gone now and that little "baby" happily feeds herself everything with a "I do it".

Within a few short weeks after I went back to work, I found out some sad information and my marriage completely crumbled beyond repair.  Quite honestly, I went back to work feeling that the end was near (not knowing some of the nitty-gritty reasons) and that I would need to support myself.  Thankfully, that chapter is closed.  I can look back on it and be ever-so-thankful that my manager became a very dear friend and was so supportive and understanding through my rocky months at work.  On days that I barely had the energy to enter my login credentials, she was there with advice and a coffee.

It really is amazing how much can change in the course of two short years - good and bad.  Think back on where you were at two years ago.  You'll likely feel a lot has changed too.  The good thing about the changes, whether good or bad, is that those changes are little life lessons we all can grow from if we choose to do so.

Now, as I close another little chapter and embark on a new one (after a week break between jobs), I hope I will remember that each little challenge or change is a lesson as it is happening.  That I recognize it as it's happening and not after.  That I realize and appreciate it as a learning opportunity.  And that I do it with much less anxiety.  Because when I look back at a two year span - the good, the bad, and the ugly - none of it was so unbearable thanks to the support of family and friends.

Not quite sure where I planned to go with my random thoughts about anticipating my new position.  It's a happy/sad thing.  Sad to leave my co-workers and a very flexible position.  Happy to be starting something fresh with the opportunity to shine.

Over the Shoulder Boulder Holder

I haven't purchased a proper in bra for myself in quite some time.  I've been wearing older ones that are quite ill fitting.  After two pregnancies and two plus years of breastfeeding and some extra weight still lingering, I knew it was time to go see the professionals.  

When my oldest was about two years old, I lost a lot of weight and was back to my pre-pregnancy bra size - even if my ta-tas were not the cute little perky things of the past.

Now that my youngest is two, I'm due to loose a lot of baby weight yet again.  I'm in between bra sizes too.  Not fitting into my little bras, and not quite fitting into the bras I wore when I was done breastfeeding.

Anyway, I walked into a proper bra store this weekend.  It's a store that women who usually have to special order specific bra sizes go to (i.e. my mom and my oldest sister).  I've been there before, but decided to go back again and get properly fitted.  Haha!  When she told me what I measured, I laughed out loud.  The size is one that when you hear it, you picture some voluptuous lingerie model.  That I definitely am not!!!  

After delivering two kids and losing some modesty, it no longer bothered me that the shop owner came into the fitting room to check my fit and re-position my ta-tas in each bra I tried on.  (I did have flash backs though from when I was in the same shop when I was sixteen and the thought of some strange women touching my ta-tas had me near a nervous breakdown!)

I actually walked out with a "different" size than what I measured.  The most important thing is that it's comfortable.  And I'm not longer falling out of my bra or barely filling a cup.  And the girls are happy.  The ta-ta girls.  My offspring could care less.  

First Day - September 2012

Now I know first day is supposed to be all about pictures, but I have an excuse this time!  The first part of my day was spent at a bra shop getting fitted.  It probably wouldn't have been appropriate to post pictures of that!  And the last part of my day was spent getting sick in my friend's yard because of a killer migraine!  So the pictures for the day are limited.  The day had potential, but I failed at making it a picture success.

Collage is all Instagram pics.  Other two were from when I managed to pick up my camera for a moment between bouts of nauseousness (and color is way off, but oh well).

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Not Your Typical Hallmark

I remember first getting on the some ecards site many years ago. The cards made me giggle then, and it's sad to say that I still find the sick humor of these electronic cards rather humorous, even when I see one on practically every other post on Facebook.  One day when I'm old and gray and Facebook is a thing of the past like vinyl records, I will likely say, "Remember those eCards? Man, that was some funny sh!t!"  

Here are a few I've especially chuckled at lately :)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What are some of your favorites?

In More Randomness

• My oldest had her first week of Kindergarten last week. It started on a Wednesday and was just half days. This week is full days and uniforms. So far, she's been excited to go to school. Me? Each day I've had a nervous belly, wondering how she's doing in class. I know this feeling of mine will fade over time, but I'm still just trying to process it all. I mean, really? My baby is in kindergarten all day? I have to drag information out from her each day when I get home to see how she managed at school, and even with that I don't get many details.

• My "big" news had to wait on a few items before I could officially announce it. Sorry for the cliffhanger! I handed in my resignation last week and have accepted a direct hire position at one of the big three automakers. I'm nervous but excited about the change.

• Meet Quinn. She's a two year old Weimaraner who will add more chaos to my life that doesn't quite need it! Her "parents" are going through a divorce, and long-story short, she's here on a "trial" basis. She's a sweetie, that's for sure. And a good guard dog.  Man, I'm a sucker.

Where Oh Where?

Where oh where has my little blog gone?

I have lots I want to chat about, I just never seem to find a spare minute to sit down and talk.   Just know that lots of babbling will be coming soon to a screen near you (BlogHer update, my oldest getting ready to start kindergarten, the non-existent world of dating when single with two kids, etc.)

For now, I will leave you with a little cliff hanger.  I have some great personal news to share.  I'm pretty excited for a new chapter.  And no, it's not that my therapist and I just celebrated our eighteenth month anniversary.

Till next time when I'm not exhausted and cranky.  Mwah!

First Day - August 2012

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