Sometimes Covers Are Better Than Originals

This is one of those times.

(Well minus the fact that he doesn't have a full choir supporting him...but I guess I'll cut him some slack.)

I love this song.

Call it the FridayFreeForAll on Saturday.

Happy Ending
Mika (cover by Daniel Schwartzberg)


Cinnamon Rolls and Such

Today, an old lady asked me where I got my shirt and I lied and told her I couldn't remember because I got it at Forever 21.

This household is now fully employed. Mike got himself a job as a real life attorney. And the fun begins.

Yesterday we celebrated the birth of Mike. 27 years old, he is. And just as cute as ever.
And that right there is a white chocolate, funfetti cinnamon roll made by yours truly for the birthday bash. In the beginning, it was touch and go, but they turned out pretty tasty.

This past weekend we added to our little family. 2012 Honda Civic.

Sean is the next bachelor. I told Mike I needed to get my audition tape ready. Umm....
Jokes, people. Jokes.

In the middle of season 2 of Lost. How did we miss this bandwagon when it was on TV? But I tell ya, not having to wait for the commercials or the next season to come around is pretty awesome. It's a borderline addiction.

Still trying to talk myself into the half marathon I've been training for. Blah. Blah. Blah. I'd rather eat cinnamon rolls and watch Lost.

Hate this blogger layout.


This is Love, My Friends

We have a gnome. He is pretty awesome.
Sometimes he receives the blame when things go missing.
Sometimes he is the cause of a mysterious mess.
In this case, he helped Mike deliver a love note to me when I got home today.
Aren't we strangely adorable?
I think so.


Guess what...

Mike passed....
 the Bar!!!
Outside of our wedding day, this could possibly be the best day of our lives.


A Picture and Some Slightly Related Words

I've decided that partaking of the finer things in life means I need to remain unemployed. That seems an oxymoron however, isn't that what husbands are for is to bring home the bacon, amongst other things. And please make it turkey bacon, if you please. For example, take going to Swiss Days with my mother and sisters. On a Friday morning. I can tell you that employment would have made that little girls date rather hard to attend. Plus that scone. Oh the scones. I thought I died and went to a gooey, deep-fried heaven.

However all good bouts of unemployment come to an end, and I guess its rather fitting that my summer in the sun concludes right along with summer. Monday morning I head back to the corporate world. Yes, I scored myself not one, but two job offers all within an hour of each another. Tough decisions and all. But in five short days I will find myself amongst Utah's largest concrete jungle, in a high rise none the less. I feel I've hit the big time. However, I think my pajamas are going to get lonely come Monday.


What I'm Super Pumped For: {Downton Abbey Trailers}

Today just got awesome.
Downtown Abbey season 3 trailers.

What Consumes Me: {My Thoughts On Job Interviews}

If there was a job for going to job interviews, I would have that job. And since when did the world change into phone interviews, then first interviews, followed by second interviews. Gosh people, just make a decision already.

I talk as if I'm dying to get back to the job field, unfortunately I've gotten quite used to my unemployment and am rather enjoying this freedom. I did have an interviewer remark that being unemployed during the summer is definitely the way to go. And I couldn't agree more. In the winter I would be stuck home in my pj's because I'd be to scared to drive anywhere. But suddenly being stuck home doesn't sound too horrible in comparison to being forced to brave the weather because of a gosh, darn job. Plus you have to wear real clothes when you work. And that's just yucky.

So back to interviews. The accounting profession has suddenly hopped on this trend of testing their candidates. Like debits and credits, do this journal entry, and build this income statement from scratch. Who does that anymore? Everyone who is anyone knows that income statements are built from fancy formulas that the manager created. I thought I might have died during my first interview test last week. My palms were all sweaty, my heart was pounding just like the old college days. Except back in the college days I had a book that I had studied out of to prepare for the test. Degree or no degree, if you don't do something on a regular basis, chances are several years later you are not going to remember the answers for the test in a job interview. I found myself coming home and googling the questions just to be sure I had put the correct answer.

So getting a job is stressful.

And I've definitely decided that working is probably better than interviewing. And dear Heavenly Father, if you give me a job, I will never ever ask for another job again.

Because, freak, I hate interviews.


If You Really Knew Me: {2nd Edition}

You would know that I am anti-feminist.

You would know that I am a pretty good shot. {Or at least I used to be...it's been a while}

You would know that I have to have a blanket over my ear to fall asleep.

You would know that it annoys me when people try to sympathize with me. I would so much rather someone say, "you know, that really does suck" than "oh, i'm so sorry, things will work out".

You would know that bathroom rugs gross me out.

You would know that I am an expert sudoku player.

You would know that I love being called by my nickname, Abs. However, my Mom calls me Abby Dabby Doo, and my Grandma calls me Abby Baby, both of which I also love.

You would know that I have three {three!} job interviews this week. Here's to hoping.

Happy Labor Day!