Cirque du Hooray!

Ryan's birthday surprise weekend went beautifully. We stayed at a gorgeous (and massive) hotel. I booked the special gourmet breakfast, not realizing that since it was a Disney hotel, there would be characters wandering around saying hi to all the guests. I spent my breakfast trying to dodge the creepy petting of Minnie, Goofy, and Pluto. I was rather unsuccessful.

Circque du soleil was absolutely breath-taking. Ryan and I got all dressed up for the show. I decided this trip that I wasn't going to overpack. So I packed exactly as many shirts, socks, etc that we would need for the weekend. Well, that was the worst idea ever. On the way in to Orlando, it was pouring rain, so when we got to the hotel, we only brought out of the car what was necessary. We left our dress shoes and our snacks in the car, thinking we'd just grab the shoes on our way out to the show. It was still raining right before we left, so Ryan rolled up his pants and ran to the car to get the shoes. He accidently rubbed up against something and got his light khaki dress pants (his only dress pants that got packed, mind you) dirty across the front. We had to trek back to the hotel room where I hand washed the spots and then blow-dry-ed/iron-dry-ed the pants. And then, at long last, with blisters and wet clothes we arrived at the big tent.
I was so tense during some parts that I was holding my breath, silently willing the performers to land their jump, catch the bar, stay on the high wire, etc. Of course, they are very capable and everyone landed safely. All of their flips and throws and jumps seemed so unbelievable and impossible. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, live and in person, I'm not sure I would believe all the stunts.
All in all, the weekend was a blast. It's a little disappointing to be back in the daily grind. Looking forward to cruise week!

Birthdays

This past Wednesday, I turned the seasoned age of 23. However, I do not particularly like odd numbers, therefore this entire year will be officially known as the 1st anniversary of my 22nd birthday. Or I am 22 for short while (1 yr) longer. The celebration of said birthday began on Friday, Feb 9 and ended yesterday (Feb. 18).
I believe I must have gained about 5lbs during the course of the celebration, but sometimes your just gotta live a little, you know? This week I will be re-doubling my efforts toward fitting into my bridesmaid dress on March 23. I've got about a month to re-lose 2lbs and lose an additional 5. Realistically speaking, I can do it. Unrealistically speaking, I would like to lose 15lbs by the wedding, but I've been living a lot instead of a little.

Today was supposed to be my first day at the Dermitology office. Instead I am working at UF as a lowly Secretary. However, this lowly Secretary position is paying me more than the crappy bank and giving me better benefits. I just have to adjust my attitude and set my pride down a bit and realize the benefits rather than acknowledging the desire to massage my ego. Eventually, I will get to a point of satisfaction in my job, position and salary, I just have to start at the bottom of the ladder to get there. I'm one rung higher in pay, the rest will come in time. I like the job so far, in that I am constantly busy, but still have some time to do things like post a blog. I don't like it so far, in that the day starts at 6:15 for me and I am sitting 85% of the day. I will have to find a way to incorporate more movement, i.e. more bathroom trips, water re-fills, and standing in general.