enJOY it by Elise Blaha Cripe

off like a heard of turtles.

We are going to Minnesota for Grandpa's 80th Birthday Bash. It will be the first time I have seen the fam since August 6. And the first time Paul will meet the Minnesota Blaha's.

Super Cool.

And when I get home, the second I step through the door, I am going to make my own version of this.

Because Wow.

get rid of the blah.

This morning, I woke up, got dressed, had breakfast and walked out to my car.

And before you ask, yes. It was there. RIGHT WHERE I HAD LEFT IT.

I drove to the metro station, got on the metro, got off the metro, waited for the bus, got on the bus, got off the bus and walked directly into Urban Outfitters.

I walked straight to the sale stuff, picked out a cute sweater and a longer patterned tee and then crossed the street to the Starbucks and changed into the new clothes.

Because from the moment I left the apartment, I felt very blah. And today a very important higher up was coming to visit the store. And the one thing I learned in business school is to not feel blah for the big boss.

the bucket.

A while ago, Kal posted about a painting she had made. And when I saw it, I loved it. It was so good that I called Paul over to see it.

Because I agree with her: that often it is all about leaving your troubles and your drama at the door. And I love her representation of that.

Today, the entire way home from the Metro station, I babbled on and on to Paul about work. And then right as we got to the apartment, right as we walked through the door to our hall, I told him I was done. No more work talk.

"You're throwing it in the bucket?" he asked.

"Yes. Exactly." I answered.

no parking.

As we pulled out of the parking structure today and drove down to the road, I noticed my little silver bug was missing. MISSING. As in NOT IN THE LOCATION I PARKED IT IN YESTERDAY. YESTERDAY, AFTER MY 11.5 HOUR WORK DAY. I was tired when I got home, but not crazy. I knew where I parked the car.

So we circled back to check. Just in case it was hidden by a little dog, or an invisibility cloak. And the whole time I am trying to decide if getting your car stolen is worse then getting your MacBaby stolen. And also if yelling really loud would make this entire situation go away.

After the circle back revealed no little beetle, I called the towing company. Because most of the time when my car goes missing it is their fault. And sure enough, they had my car. Nevermind the fact that I do have a permit. Apparently I need to mind the fact that it is difficult to see.

Good thing I am dating a Superhero.

My car is home, safe and sound. With the parking permit visible. I am thinking of making a sun visor that says "DON'T TOW ME."

i was at work today for 11.5 hours.

I bought this little dude and decided to make Halloween cards.

I heard a lot about sales goals and mission statements and very good things.

It is so cool to part of a growing company.

I am so lucky to have found passion in my work.