More Pictorals

More pictures for your enjoyment!

Josie was having fun playing with laundry while I was folding. These may or may not be a pair of Hans me-oh-my's.

Here's my adorable husband with my adorable niece! Aren't they a cute pair?

Here they are again. I have like 11 pictures of them high-fiving. It's fun at every age!
This is right before Hans went to Bali. We looked happy, but we were NOT! (And apparently Hans thinks it's funny to pretend that his wife is heavy. Hardy-har-har.)

2 Months

So it's been basically 2 months since the last time I blogged. Whoops.

Anyhow, we moved to our new place, which is still in process. Turns out our walls are essentially made of rubber, which makes it near impossible to nail into. But we enjoy our neighbors and the area, etc.

I got a new job! I'm working with Hans' Aunt Kimmy in an optical office. I'm really enjoying it! Yay for me! Also, Hans was transferred to the Jamba Juice in Bixby Knolls, which he's really loving. Plus, when we're both at work, we're only 7 minutes away from each other.

Hans went to Bali, I went to Washington, and that's about it.

I've attached some pictures to catch you up on the last few months, since they're WAY more fun to look at than to read my dribble.


This is me and my adorable niece, Josephine in Washington. We're in Woods Coffee, which my sister-in-law is the manager of.

I kayaked on this beautiful lake in Washington.

Left to right: Rachel Hammer, Heidi Weston and moi. We like chips apparently.
Me, Julie, Heidi and Mom at Julie's baby shower. Since this picture was taken, baby Henry Oliver was born!!! Hans and I are heading down to San Diego to see the little guy on Saturday. Can't wait to meet him!
Here we are dancing at Hans' cousins wedding; Hans. The pretty lady in pink in the foreground is the mother of the groom and my new boss. She's got serious moves on the dance floor :)

Exclamation Point

Why do I never blog? Because. That's why.

Hans and I are moving! Although that exclamation point is for the hope of it being exciting, but is hiding my dread of actually picking up boxes, taking them down stairs, loading, unloading, taking them upstairs, and then actually unpacking them. It's a loaded exclamation point. Complicated, like me.

I'm a Twit

I am now a Twitter-er. I hate to admit it, but it's actually kind of fun. It's for business purposes of course. Check us out at http://twitter.com/geschenkcookies.

I haven't started tweeting yet, just gathering people to follow. (bonus: we already have 4 followers!)

Curling

Curling is a funny sport. Brooms, ice and sliding on your knees. Ahhh, the Olympics.

Thinking out loud

I've been job searching every day for the past 2 months. I just went on my first interview, and it was a total bust. I did well, but didn't end up feeling like it was a good fit for many reasons. Mostly, the pay was atrocious. So now I'm sitting. I've been doing a LOT of that lately, and frankly, I'm exhausted. Yet, I lack the motivation to do much more. And I know how it goes. I'm bored and feel lazy, and then all the sudden, I'm overcommitted and don't even have time to read a book or watch a movie. Where's the balance?

Does anyone else suffer from this inability to find balance in their life? And why do I lack the ability to fill my schedule with worthy activities? Like volunteering, exercise, or taking a class. Instead, I do basically the same thing every day and dig myself into a deeper rut. I feel this unsettling deep down that is growing and will soon explode. I just need to do something new. Shake things up. Take a risk. Stretch myself in new ways. I'm open to suggestions here folks.

I have tons of great ideas, but that's all they are; ideas. I feel incapable of putting them into action, and even when opportunities are presented to me, I'm frozen in indecision. How do innovators become so innovative? How do they not give up at the first sign of trouble? I want to be one of those people. Someone who can see a goal and achieve it, come what may. I guess I need to decide which goal is most important to me and then stick to it. But how?

Mostly, I'm just curious if anyone else feels the same.

(**sidenote: I think I may have eaten some questionable pork pot stickers and am beginning to feel the repercussions).

Well, off to . . . . do something.