My mom gave something to think about this morning. It came in the form of lyrics that she took from the new Kenny Chesney song. I'm sharing it with you because it's so true.
Here goes:
don't blink -
just like that you're six years old
and you take a nap
and you wake up
and you're twenty-five...
Check out the rest of the song if you feel like being inspired to live your life, now.
Happy hump day :)
Something to think about
Monday night
Well, it's seven something and I'm posting from my work computer. No, I'm not still at work, but close enough, I'm doing some work from home. Actually, I'm currently watching the Red Sox game, but I intend to do some work very soon. The fact that I'm even considering working after 7 p.m. is kind of strange. It reminds me of homework in a way. I guess I'm being forced to fully embrace my adulthood, and it sure does show in moments like these. I even passed up going to a comedy show with a bunch of friends in downtown tonight, which, before this so called "adulthood," I would have never said no to. But, it's okay, I guess. I did have a very relaxing weekend. I even got my house BOOed! For those of you who don't know what that is, it's a pretty awesome Halloween thing (by the way, I get extremely excited about Halloween... actually, I get excited about all things holiday). Basically, you get a secret gift on your doorstep, full of Halloween candy and decorations and a sign that says "BOO!" 
You hang the BOO sign on your front door and then leave the same surprise for two other houses. By the time Halloween rolls around, the whole neighborhood has been BOOed! It's quite fun. Another fun thing I did this weekend was go to the Miramar Air Show. I didn't think it would be as cool as it was, but it was pretty amazing to see airplanes doing 360s through the sky. Oh, and I made my chicken pot pie. Okay, I made three. And two batches of banana bread. And pea soup. I figure if I have to work all of the time, I might as well be well fed! Welp, here's to another week.
The countdown to freedom begins
Well, here we go again... we're so close to another weekend, and I'm just itching to get mine started. Once again I have had no time to update, but I guess that's okay since my life has mostly consisited of work, work, work this week. 
It's been crazy for me in my second home (aka my cubicle), and I'm ready to not think about anything for a while. This is why I am excited to have no plans for the next two days. Actually, I do have plans.
Here they are:
1 - I plan on sleeping. A lot. And sleeping in. Until at least 11 or 12 both days.
2- Catching up on Grey's Anatomy. I'm simultaneously on season 2 and season 4. It makes things complicated.
3- Eating. I have plans to make a Chicken Pot Pie this weekend. I've actually been thinking about this all week. I'll let you know how it turns out.
4- Reading. I've been reading The Lovely Bones for at least 5 weeks. It's time I find out what happens.
AND...
5- Nothing. For every other moment of Saturday and Sunday, I plan on doing nothing at all.
This to do list makes me happy. And trust me, it's nothing like to other to do list that I've been I've been staring at all day. So, woohoo, in just over an hour, the fun begins! Happy Friday everyone!!
Pumpkin pie for a year!
Check out this pumpkin... 
It's the winner of an annual pumpkin contest (that I wish I had gone to), and weights in at a mere 1,524 pounds. Think of the carving possibilities! And of all the pumpkin pies :)
Autumn... kind of.
One of the things I did this weekend is definitely worth blogging about. I took a trip to Julian. Julian is one of those places that is different enough from San Diego that it makes you feel like you're on vacation or something. Even though it's only an hour away, it feels like you're in a different world when you drive on to the shop-lined main street. This is probably because in Julian, it's Fall. It's chilly enough to wear a jacket, there are other trees besides palms that actually drop their leaves, and there is apple pie. Lot's of apple pie. In Julian, people are serious about their pies. Cmags, Todd and I realized this when we decided to get a slice of the famous apple treat, and had to wait in a 45 minute line just to get close to the glorious dessert display. But, boy was it worth it. I pride myself in making an exceptional apple pie. Baking is one of my true loves, but these pies were amazing. I was so happy sitting in the middle of an almost just like home Autumn day, eating my pie and drinking apple cider. I'm pretty sure I drove everyone crazy with my need to take pictures with everything Fall-like 
- pumpkins, piles of leaves, scarecrows, corn stalks, old men singing Edelweiss while dressed in German clothes (Oktoberfest, of course!), but hey, when you live in San Diego, you have to take what you can get... even if it means an hour-long drive for a little piece of HOME.
A brief update.
This week has been insane. Absolutely, wonderfully, horribly insane. I feel like I haven't had a second to think... make that breathe. So, now it's Friday. And I couldn't be happier. I don't know what it is about certain weeks, but sometimes they're just so, so stressful. Work has been incredibly busy, and by the time I get home, I just want to get as far away from a computer as possible - hence the no after work blogging. As crazy as this week has been though, I have something good to talk about. My friend Amanda (yeah, we have the same name. And the same birthday. And were born in the same hospital, but that's a whole other story) is here. She flew out from New Jersey yesterday and we're jam packing a bunch of fun, San Diego things in before she leaves on Sunday. Last night, we went on a haunted tour of San Diego. I was pretty freaked out and didn't want to see any ghosts, but I was really interested, so we went. The tour was pretty cool. More full of history than scary apparitions, but still very interesting. Today, Amanda had a day full of tourism, while I somehow made it through work (it was one of those days). Now, we're ready to celebrate. I think you know what that means. Beachcomebers, here we come!!
So much for tonight
I just wrote a really long message. It started out okay, but after a while, I could feel the words jumbling together and the sentences growing weak. After re-reading it, I decided I was too tired to be writing. So here I am - starting over, but at the same time giving up. Sometimes, no matter how many thoughts are running through your head, when you write them down, they just don't sound right. These are the times you need to just put your pen (or computer down) and catch up on your sleep. More tomorrow - when I can think.
Yes, Friday
Okay, remember when you were in school and you just loved Fridays? Fridays meant no more learning for a full two days. No more taking notes or stressing over tests, or having to think (I guess minus the homework you enivitably took home). It almost felt like you lived for them, or something. Well, that doesn't change at all once you start working. Even if you love your job - which I do - Friday means freedom, and there's nothing wrong with wanting that. Maybe this will sound silly, but the place I hear the most mentions of "is it Friday yet?" or "thank GOODNESS it's Friday," is on the elevator. Since I work at the tippy, top of my building, I have a good 18 floors to overhear conversations, and sometimes even get sucked into them. I can't tell you how many people have walked into the elevator on a Friday afternoon, nearly collapsed and sighed, "this was the longest day of my life!" It has become quite fun to hear these people and know they're resounding the feelings of basically the whole of the working world. I've even started to look forward to this one woman who I sometimes catch a ride with. She usually gets on at about the 10th floor, and we always have the same conversation that surrounds how happy we are that it's the start of the weekend. Not until I started actually working at a full-time job did I really begin to understand what makes this day of the week - this last day before you can do whatever you want - so exciting, but also oh, so exhausting. What makes Fridays so much more important when your working 40 plus hours a week is that the next two days are absolutely, 100 percent, all yours. Forget having to study for a test or writing an essay on a Saturday or Sunday. Unlike when you're a kid, you really get a full 48 hours to say to the world, don't bother me, I'm off. With 15 minutes left of this work day, I can already feel it taking over. This is it guys. It's the weekend!