Sunday, April 28, 2013

First "Spring" Weekend

It finally became spring.  Just in time for our first venture to the Farmer's Market of the year.

It's an exciting day.

Mostly because of this.

The mecca of baked goods.  The one and only Hot & Spicy Cheese Bread.

I'm actually surprised that Tyson stood still long enough for this photo to be snapped, instead of digging in to the steaming, cheese-oozing goodness.

So damn good.

We also went to the zoo, where I got back in touch with my roots.

This is about how tall I am in real life (kidding).  

Also, these macaws are pretty cool.

Not pictured:
  • Our friends Crystal and Daniel, who we went to the Farmer's Market/zoo with, and who stayed over Friday night.
  • The Union terrace, where we hung out after the zoo for some ice cream.
  • The in-laws, who stayed over last night (we were basically like a hotel this weekend...minus the whole charging-to-stay thing).
  • Love Madison Sunday...the one day a year where church services are cancelled and we spend time out serving ("loving") on the community instead.
  • A post-Love Madison grill-out with our Life Group that involved brats, beer, and not one, but two types of homemade guac.  Also, a cute baby.
I'm exhausted, and can't believe that tomorrow is already Monday again.  I love weekends like this where we're out seeing the city and there are so many fun things going on...but it sure makes it that much harder to transition back into the "real world" of the work week.  

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Sick Bay

Reason #328 why it stinks to be an adult: when you're sick, you can't show up to work in your sweatpants.

This is my nightstand right now:

So...I'm coping.  The perils of working in a small office are that I can't just take off when I start feeling crappy.  The perils of working as a designer also mean that I am working against deadlines, and promises, and real-life projects that can't just be rescheduled because I feel a little under the weather. Far cry from college where I could roll into class wearing aforementioned sweatpants if I felt like crap (or if I didn't).  Also probably having just woken up and without showering or fixing my hair.  It's the type of sick where it's not quite bad enough to keep me home (no fevers or throwing up), but bad enough that I'd much rather lay low for a day, if given the chance.

Yet there's a strange sort of (almost) comfort in being sick.  The routine is the same-whether you're 8 or 26. You sleep a little more, drink more fluids, wear comfy clothes (when you can), snuggle under blankets, take some pills.  The rules are relaxed a little bit and you don't do much of anything.  Catch up on some sleep, some reading, and hope that your body fights this thing off as fast as it possibly can.