Ye Olde St. Patrick's Day

I'm too pooped to write much, so here's a summary of our weekend: women's church retreat, biking, and a St. Patrick's Day party.

Some pictures from the St. Pat's shindig at the O'Shea household...

Lilly waving hello.

Rachel and Rachael and Lilly.

Rachel and Petty (appropriate name!).

Photo evidence of Dave holding his first baby (!) and Jessica's head sandwiched between, hehe.

Countdown to Bowel Destruction

Our small-group dinner last night was a success. I was nervous about cooking for so many people, but casseroles make it easy. I made homemade mac 'n' cheese and a vegetable casserole. I left the vegetable casserole out all night without refrigeration, but I was bold enough to take the leftovers to work for lunch today. It was eaten approximately 3 hours ago, and I am counting down the time left for my bowels to explode from some sort of wicked food poisoning.

We locked Sprinkles up in our room for the two hours while we had guests, and I could have sworn I heard her trying to get the door open.

A few days ago, Dave caught her in the garage, and he swears that the door to the garage had been closed. She has to have opened it! It was ultimately satisfying to me, because months ago I told him that I thought she opened that door by herself, and he didn't believe me.

Yes, it's an exciting life we lead.

Organize This

I visited the office supplies area today at work. There was a box of blue ink RSVPs (see Unofficial Cheap Pen Test), so I snagged a couple for the homestead.

I'm changing jobs at the end of the month (from SEP to Bluefish Wireless), and I must say, I'm excited to investigate my new employer's office supplies. I get to explore a brand new stash that will hopefully include RSVP pens and many varieties of notepads and sticky notes.

I love the thought of me being meticulously organized.

I also love the thought of completely clearing or flipping a table in response to an outrageous remark or disastrous ending to a board game (...Risk comes to mind).

RE: Stressed Out

After meetings like that one, I can't help but wonder if I am not cut out for the business world. I get so completely nervous, and when someone asks me a question that I can't answer, I just stare at them until my brain spits out some words in the wrong order. Case in point: (this happened today, and please excuse the acronyms)

Person: "So, the question is, what is the benefit of holding onto ARRs versus directly converting them into FTRs?"

Katherine: "........"

Katherine: ".... Um, I was really just.... afraid of... um... well.... values... negative"

WOW. AWESOME.

I think I just need practice. Practice and confidence. Unfortunately, after my performance this afternoon, my confidence seems to have headed in the wrong direction. And this is the fifth meeting that I have run by myself.

Stressed Out

Ugh; I have to give a huge presentation later today and I feel ill.

One hour of ugh, coming right up!

Why did I have to invite the mean guy?