That's right you're not from Texas but Texas loves you anyway.

Where does the time go? My meeting in California was fine. There is a major kiss-ass on my team who needs her lips surgically removed from my manager's hind region. The weather was nice but unfortunately I was in sunny 70-degree weather one day only to return to 35-degrees and driving snow the next. You wanna know when you're having a bad day? When the taxi drops you off at your front door with your luggage only to realize that you can't find your house keys. To add further misery, you're wearing your light jacket and standing in the middle of a snow storm. THEN you find that your cell phone battery is dying. I called my dad who came in the snow to pick me up. The next day when I unpacked my bag I discovered my keys laying in bottom of my luggage.

I have decided that I am in need of a overhaul. When you're younger you have natural motivations that keep you going; you just need to make it to the end of the semester or you just need to make it to the weekend. I'm not sure what my current goal/motivation is. I find myself being moody for no reason. D and I have been snapping at each other a lot lately for the dumbest things and most of it has to do with my mood. I think it's lack of exercise so I have been every intention of being more active.

In a random search for activity, we took the kids bowling. D is from Wisconsin where they hand you a bowling ball as soon as you exit your mother's womb. Although he hasn't bowled in years, he was throwing down strikes as if he just practiced the other day. The place where we were at had bumpers for the kids so needless to say the Boy did well. I, on the other hand, was trying to find my rhythm. I was either knocking all the pins down except one OR I was throwing the ball in the gutter. The Girl just had fun watching it all and yelling "Good job dada!" "Good job Boy!" "Ohhhh...mama!"

another great shot by the Boy

I had my favorite boot-cut pants on which looked cute with my boots but looked goofy with my bowling shoes.

I'm off to Texas for the day tomorrow. An acquaintance of mine asked if D was OK watching the kids when I'm away which annoyed me because when he goes out of town no one seems to question if I'll be able to handle it. I also realize that I'm lucky that D's so hands-on and active to begin with and doesn't pull shit like "where do you keep the Girl's diapers?" Besides he was an active participant in creating them, why should I have all the fun in raising them.

I know that I was tagged with a "jobs I've had" and a "what's in your fridge" meme which I will post soon. The really sad part is that my fridge is far more interesting than my previous jobs.