winter music.

Among my many Scrooge-y traits is the fact that I don't like Christmas music--very rarely do I enjoy the overblown offerings that accompany the holiday season. Making the short list of things that I will listen to is Gustav Holst and...that's about all that comes to mind right now. Add to the list of approved music this playlist, and I'm thinking maybe I can stomach listening to "Mary, Did You Know?" at least once this year.

Or at least halfway through.
I do have my limits.

i love this lad.

Can a baby be your best friend? If he's Baby Rhett, then yes. Here he is rockin' his robot shirt I bought him.

Labor Day.

Ironically, the day that absolutely no work is done. This year was pretty laid back for our family. Cara, Clarence, Baby Rhett and I (it was just the four of us since mom and dad opted instead to do some rich guy thing with the Park City Parade of Homes...whatever) drove up to Silver Lake after having lunch at Rumbi and just walked around. Crazily enough, the leaves are already changing on the mountain. Hello, my most precious falltime!

Adventure Rhett was snuggled in his new carrier. He's such a good baby and it's hard to believe he's only 4 months. He seems so much older sometimes in the way he acts and how strong he is. It's also hard to believe that he spent the first week of his life in the NICU.

Anyway, after Silver Lake we drove over the treacherous precipice that is Guardsmans Pass and down into Midway. We stopped and got some tasty shakes at Timp Freeze before heading home through Park City. I should also mention that I saw the cutest little house that desperately needs some love and attention.

All in all, a beautiful fun day completely devoid of work!

The Precious Young Man strikes again.

Just...go to here.

this is just a tribute.

all i can think about this week.

THIS HAS TO HAPPEN TODAY. Come on, London.

note to self.

So I lied about that whole "that's all for today" thing. Sleep is not happening tonight, apparently. I could tell you all so many things right now but all I can really piece together from the warbling word vomit of my brain is how much I don't like talking about my job.

People ask me what I'm doing these days, post-lawfirm, and I cringe inside. My job is pretty boring and I know I sound boring talking about it. Real estate investments don't exactly appeal to the general public's most tantalizing dreams and desires. Although I will say that it is incredibly thoughtful of my job to keep me busy 8-5, something the law firm never provided. And hopefully I'm getting better at helping the investors (aka "the kids") and communicating with everyone what needs to happen to keep said kids happy. But to talk about what that actually entails? I feel like I have to casually throw into the conversation the fact that I have a (nonexistent) affinity for Israeli martial arts or my (not-actually-planned) plan to travel to Bangladesh to care for orphans, just to ensure they know that I'm not the boring person my job makes me out to be.

Although, some days I walk out of work feeling like I've done a great job, I know my purpose and how to fulfill it, and I'm all

But most days I read the first email of the day and

just.can't.even.

So there's that. Finding a balance has been difficult. It doesn't help that the company is growing tremendously (which I know isn't something to complain about, honestly) and it seems like there's more work than people in the company or hours in the day to complete it all.
And then you have The Accountant, who is just so dang adorable but, srsly guise, it's just not going anywhere. What can you do with two extremely shy and introverted people? Not to mention that there are whisperings abroad that he is somewhat into musicals, which I try not to be judgmental towards people about, but really I don't try that hard these days.

And then these people (these people=random coworkers) want to have in-depth conversations with me about their lives and sometimes I wonder when they actually find time to work, and I smile and nod but inside am just like

I'm not really friends with anyone like I was at my last job. (Those were some awesome coworkers, no joke. They could tell me their life stories any day. I'M LOOKING AT YOU, RACHEL/NATALIE/SAM.) In reality (reality=outside of work) I'm not the fake person my job makes me out to be. But I guess that's what you get when you are stuck doing something day to day that isn't you, doesn't say anything about who you are. Every day does become somewhat of an act until you find something that you can say with confidence and no fear of boring someone, I am a ________________.

I know I'm describing pretty much anyone ever. And I've heard tell of some people who are content with what they have, which I envy. But I can't help thinking there is something better for me, no matter what those people say.

They don't think it be like it is, but it do.

what are you waiting for.

Also,

That's all for today.