Lazy Monday Bullets: Crazy busy day at work today. Plus, they painted the lobby in my office so I had no idea where I was when I first got there. And I lost my building pass, which is a freakin’ drag. Most of the executive team is in Sao Paulo this week for a global board meeting, so my end of the floor was pretty quiet today. Still couldn’t get much work done, though. I made tandoori chicken curry for dinner. It was awight. Busy daddy and I spent most of the weekend cleaning our house and rearranging furniture and artwork, just for shits and giggles. The boy’s playroom looks fantastic, but our living room now just looks meh. I found a box of photos and negatives from high school while I was cleaning the attic. I’ll have to show you some of the crazy photos later. I don’t remember who most of the people in the pictures are. It’s like looking at someone else’s life. Above, left, a self portrait I drew in high school, back when I had more complicated handwriting; above, right, my senior yearbook portrait. What? So I took my senior portrait with my unicycle and my brother’s cow plushie. Plus, I had really complicated hair, even when I was wearing a stupid hat! So what, who cares?

Lazy Monday Bullets:

  • Crazy busy day at work today. Plus, they painted the lobby in my office so I had no idea where I was when I first got there. And I lost my building pass, which is a freakin’ drag.
  • Most of the executive team is in Sao Paulo this week for a global board meeting, so my end of the floor was pretty quiet today. Still couldn’t get much work done, though.
  • I made tandoori chicken curry for dinner. It was awight.
  • Busy daddy and I spent most of the weekend cleaning our house and rearranging furniture and artwork, just for shits and giggles. The boy’s playroom looks fantastic, but our living room now just looks meh.
  • I found a box of photos and negatives from high school while I was cleaning the attic. I’ll have to show you some of the crazy photos later. I don’t remember who most of the people in the pictures are. It’s like looking at someone else’s life.
  • Above, left, a self portrait I drew in high school, back when I had more complicated handwriting; above, right, my senior yearbook portrait. What? So I took my senior portrait with my unicycle and my brother’s cow plushie. Plus, I had really complicated hair, even when I was wearing a stupid hat! So what, who cares?
  1. electradaddy said: Eeeks! Sao Paulo. Scary airport in the rain. Runway too short. Site of worst Airbus A320 crash. Yes, I know. It’s a sickness. My fear of flying has led to a Rainman-like knowledge of plane crashes.
  2. bumbleeebeees said: Love the pictures! :)
  3. whitechocolatesuperstar said: That senior picture is pretty fantastic!
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