Every Sunday we try to clean the house and hit the grocery store to shop for the coming week. I’ve been getting better about cooking and it saves us so much money.
Today, I was too lazy to clean buuuuut I did meal prep for little miss Tove. (also means I’ll be mopping the floors once Tove goes to bed tomorrow)
I cooked some eggs for Tove with spinach, onion, and cherry tomatoes. I also boiled some broccoli and carrots for her. Then I used the leftover broccoli, spinach, and tomatoes in the blender with some Greek yogurt and put it into portions for the fridge/freezer.
💥 and just like that we’re ready for this next week.
… just kidding. But for real, I am grateful. I have been on a rollercoaster of emotions these last two weeks with my new role at work and today it’s finally starting to click.
Not that I know what I’m doing, but it’s clicked that I am grateful to have this job! I am grateful to get to work from home. I am grateful to be employed.
We went on a family walk with Tex this morning and it really just helped set my mind right. It’s not “ugggggh woooork is hard” anymore, in fact I’m happy to have a job.
Amused by my Weedmaps trophies 🏆 this evening. This is the first 420 in recent history I haven’t been working with cannabis and it feels. Not sure how it feels, I just feel it.
Grateful for all cannabis has given me and I’m super thankful on a day like today that I am able to medicate responsibly and legally.
I think it’s utterly wrong that there are still people incarcerated while I can flaunt and celebrate 4/20 as a holiday. If you, like me, are privileged enough I challenge you to check out the last prisoner project if you haven’t already. Donate, educate yourself, & spread the word!
Decided to meet Michael at the Dell campus in OKC today to work “in person” since we’ve got the option to do so.
Was a bit of a ghost town but good to get out of the house nonetheless.
I’ll be back up there again on Tuesday next week to meet some of my classmates in person for the first time …after having been on zoom together for 8 hours a day the last THREE months!
Not everyone has the same sentiments regarding 2021 as I do. It has been the greatest year of my life thus far. I couldn’t feel more empowered going into 2022- ready to continue on this path of success for me and my family.
Lots of changes ending this year and I’m really excited to see where next year takes us! Tove is 2 days away from 5 months old and we’ve just moved into our first home (thanks to the help of my parents- slaving away and cleaning over the last week!). I’ll be missing my old job dearly but keeping faith in my abilities going forward into new opportunities in 2022.
Slowly been ramping back up the amount of hours I have to be at work and this week is the first time I’ve encountered shower fear.
I get anxiety and always start counting down the hours left until I have to go to work in the afternoons/evenings. I’m a morning person and just don’t do well sitting around and waiting to begin working. Sometimes the anxiety creeps in the night before or even before I’ve even left work to come back the next morning. It sucks but when you don’t have a set schedule you just have to be flexible.
Having a baby is very similar. I can no longer plan my sleep or when I’ll be able to get a shower. On days like today when Ben’s already left for work and I didn’t get up in time to shower before he did, I’m riddled with anxiety about doing my hair before work. I don’t feel comfortable getting in the shower when I am solo with Tove yet either. I don’t need mom advice, that’s just where I’m at.
So I bought some dry shampoo at CVS in hopes of at least combating some of the anxiety on day two of dirty hair. It’s been so long since I’ve used any that I got four different brands in hopes of finding which one I like the best/works best for me.
Is there a better, cheaper, easily accessible/ordered online you’d recommend? I’ll take all the suggestions.. k thx.
My boss asked during one of our meetings if I had planned on having a baby shower. I told her no, in Sweden it is not customary, and I’d never even attended one before. So Megan took it upon herself to encourage me to start my baby registry and host a shower for us! I’m so thankful she was willing to plan and host our baby shower with the help of some of my radest colleagues.
Not only were the cookies the CUTEST things ever, I loved the color and Tove’s name on them, but they were also delicious. I got to take home 4 of them and I ate them within 2 days… oops, I would do it again. Megan had 3 different games prepared for us as well, the first was a plastic baby you had to hold in your hand, not pocket, and whoever had the most at the end of the shower won.
The second game was to guess what baby item was in the paper bag. Not to brag but I won cause I got all the items correct- MOM TO BE POINTS! The third was different kinds of chocolate bars melted in diapers and we had to guess what type it was. I did poorly with guessing, needed my chocoholic dad to be there I guess.
After the games the ‘shower’ began and Ben and I got to open presents from all our friends who came. You can see Ben proudly looking and counting his babies at the start of opening presents.
So appreciative of all the useful gifts we received, we felt so loved during opening them. I will say Brit had the Spice Girls onesie custom made for me and Ben already knew about it but actually managed to keep it a secret for MONTHS.
My sweet colleagues had also helped blow up balloons at work and then set up the backdrop for photos! I handed the camera to Sabah and got photos with all our attendees 💕 sweet sweet memories.
Megan, the hostess with the mostest! Not only is she a mom of four kids, but she also runs two businesses. #GirlPower
Me and Michael! He was actually one of the interviewers when I applied for my current position. Now 1.5 years later, I’m his boss 😛 but only technically because I don’t believe he would let anyone be boss over him truly.
Sabah and I, another beloved colleague. Not only is she an immigrant like meeeee but she’s just a badass in the cannabis community as well. Love having her in my corner for support. Plus she’s pretty damn good at buying presents that fit me to a T!
Dream team from work… or as our group text says, Hoe$
Sierra, my assistant manager at work, and I. She’s been a favorite of mine for a while now. Not only is she such a pleasure to work with but I just adore the crap out of her as well. Like I would love to just go on a hike with our pups and drink margs after one of these days! I’m excited for her to get to run the show while I’m away on maternity leave.
Ben, Sierra, I, and Quez
Hannah and her son Avery.
Mady and I
Sweet Kyla. Another mom to help field my millions of questions!
Ben, me, Brit & Tobin. Our first OKC friend couple!
Forever my best friend! Was happy Ito was willing to drive up from Dallas to spend the night before with me and also attend the shower. Plus now my colleagues know I didn’t just make up having a best friend from Canada 😅
The only blood relative we had at the shower was my brother, Rob. Him and his girlfriend, Helena, drove up from Dallas; I felt so bad that they got caught in traffic coming up, making it a 4 hour drive for ~1 hr of the baby shower only to then drive back down. I really wanted Rob to come in person though because Ben and I met through him. My brother invited Ben to celebrate July 4th with Ito and I and here we are 5 years later about to have a baby!! We also asked my brother after the baby shower to be the god father, and he happily said yes 🥰
Happy parents to be.. the second one is when Ben realized our daughter’s due date was a month away.. lol jk JOKESSSSssss
So happy and grateful for those who decided to come celebrate with us! Had a great time and wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
I always wanted to fit in- and I have, for the most part. I fit in almost every locker, cabinet, and tight spot you can put me in. I don’t like it, but I fit. The question is, where do I not fit in?
I’m half of an inch off of being a legal midget in the state of Texas. Some of you laugh, but it’s taken me many years to come to terms with this. I hated being small. I hated being short. I hated being tiny. For the longest time, I hated my height. Until one day I realized that my height didn’t make me, My. It made me short. BUT, that didn’t have to define me.
Then I struggled with my name. “What’s My short for?” Well, it’s short but it’s not short for anything. It’s simply two letters: M-Y; pronounced “me”. No it doesn’t mean anything. Yes it should be pronounced “my” and trust me (HA!), you might be clever but I’ve heard just about every damn joke by now. I hated introducing myself. I hated meeting new people. I hated signing papers. For the longest time, I hated my name. Until one day I realized that the jokes didn’t make me, My. It made my name different. BUT, that didn’t have to define me.
After that, my background came into question. So many questions, so difficult to explain. Yes I was born in Sweden. No I didn’t have American citizenship. Yes we immigrated to the United States. No my family doesn’t spend holidays together. Yes I wonder what life would have been like. I answered all of the questions that someone who just stepped ashore in a new land should. Until one day I realized that my visa status didn’t make me, My. It made me an alien. BUT, that didn’t have to define me.
Eventually it led to my friendships. Why was I never able to make the same connection that other girls did? Was it my looks? Was it my background? Or was it simply “My”? I struggled often to understand why I wouldn’t and couldn’t have the same relationships others did. I questioned whether I was likable, whether it was the way I looked,or if it was because I was a foreigner. Until one day I realized that the popularity didn’t make me, My. It made me lonely. BUT, that didn’t have to define me.
Recently I’ve been asked to take “personality,” compatibility,” “intelligence,” and “pre-employment” tests. So far no results have led to an interview or any kind of job offer thereafter. It’s made me feel stupid. It’s made me wonder if I need to change who I am as a human being. It’s made me consider altering the way I act and react. It’s made me question a lot. Until one day I realized that the tests didn’t make me, My. They made me undesirable as an employee. BUT, that didn’t have to define me.
No this isn’t a pity party, nor is this a request to be an exception. This is simply a statement of how we mold ourselves into becoming the perfect specimens, yet never achieve perfection.
It’s truly a shame, because I am different.
My entire life I’ve been taught to try to fit in, yet I am that star block you’re shoving into a square hole. I feel like I no longer have an option, if I want to fit I have to be a square. I need to be what they want and who they want in order to be hired. Because without a job My can’t be me.
The girls at work and I went to lunch, and after an hour of chatting and roughly 20 minutes of procrastinating going back to the office we decided it was perfect timing for a photo-shoot. Hence, Michael Kors in the loading dock was born.
Pinksaint 