Transitioning Into Grown-Updom: Halloween

What is more grown-up than being a kid again? My favorite part of grown-up Halloween (besides candy) is the fact that if you're a girl you have to be "sexy." Well, if you know me, you know I am not really the sexy type. So, the beef and I had a fantastic idea--take something not sexy and be a sexy that thing. Raddish was our initial thought, but after he decided to go as a tourist, I joined in the fun!

Me and The Beef












I bedazzled my fanny pack.
This may be my favorite picture of the entire night--mostly because it is so incredibly awkward. This was definitely taken while I was having a Caroline moment.






I'm f-ing in. You're f-ing out!
However, Kim Jong Il is always f-ing out.








Wrong?
I am no longer welcome in Asia.












Finally, Charles gets attacked.
After all the times I have fallen victim, I finally got my revenge.








There will be more. This weekend I am dressing up as Jackie O. There will also be a JFK and Marilyn involved (don't worry, the beef isn't involved).

My mother would be so proud.

Transitioning Into Grown-Updom: Working

Here I am at the office! Please note the pearls. Work is my life, so please forgive me as I talk about it.

For my job, I am, essentially, a PTA mom on steroids. I make a lot of phone calls, attend millions upon millions of events, yell at caterers, setup venues, collect checks, sit with grown men to watch them make phone calls, and make informational packets. Here is my desk at the moment.
Saturday, for work, I went to a Penn State game. I got to bring the beef and New Girl (a friend). It was 34 degrees, i.e. colder than Fresno will ever be. Here is the other side of the stadium. By the end of the game this looked more like a jellyfish than an "S."And here's me and New Girl at the game. Sometimes my job is awesome.

Working is hard. Make sure you get a job where you can reap the rewards. Early and often.