Sticks and Stones

(Holy blog overload tonight, no?)

I have learned that you can never take back something you say. It's out there. Forever.

I learned this after my big brother found me. My bio-dad said some pretty hurtful things, along with a nice long nasty e-mail from my step-mother. They can never take what they said back, ever. I will always remember, not in a I'm-going-to-be-a-brat-and-not-talk-to-you-because-of-what-you-said kind of way, but more like a if-that-is-truly-how-you-feel-about-your-daughter-then-I'm-better-off-without-you kind of way.

I try to not say things to people that I would ever regret. I realized after going through what I did with my parents that words are more hurtful than some people could ever imagine. Words said out of anger are normally the worst, because I think most times they are meant to intentionally hurt the other person.

I had a little reminder the other day about how much words can hurt. Words were thrown out in anger to try to manipulate me, and it literally made me sick to my stomach. So I'm calling b.s. on the whole 'sticks and stone can break my bones, but words can never hurt me' phrase! While I don't let most anger fueled comments bother me, there are a select few of my close family and friends that I very much value their opinion and when they throw out some hurtful remarks I can't help but to be upset.

I know how words can get thrown around in the heat of the moment, and maybe it wasn't said on purpose but the fact remains, it was said and it can never be taken back. If I can learn anything from this, I hope it's that I am more mindful of the things I say when I'm in the heat of the moment.

And because I already did a post tonight sans picture, I feel I must include one here!

New Job!

I've been with my current employer for a little over two years now. I spent my first year working for their in house trustee and then my second year has been spent on their affidavit team. It's pretty hard to get out of your current department unless you know someone, or at the very least know someone who knows someone.

I love what I do now. I love my firms, and the state that I'm assigned to work. I love that I can come in, do my job, and leave and I know what I do forwards and backwards. That being said, when you don't even get so much as a 'Thank You', I feel like no one cares about the hard work I do, the fact that I have built up relationships with our attorneys and never fail audits. Things just kept getting worse, we were told we have to do 'x' amount of affidavits a day, on top of adding a ton of new processes that slow us down, but the real kicker is that we had an opening for a lead in our department and I realized that I would never get it because I don't feel like I should kiss butt to get it. I would want it based on my skill, and knowledge of the job, not because I'm buddies with the boss and that's when I decided I wanted to leave.

I applied for probably 15 jobs, interviewed for 2, got offered 1 and turned it down because they wouldn't give me a raise. Immediately following me turning down the job,  I completely regretted my decision. Well regret no more people! The lady that offered me a job created a new position that I applied for, interviewed for, and got (with a raise!)! WOOHOO!

I'm totally petrified to start in a brand new position, knowing next to nothing about what the department does, however, I am excited at the thought of expanding my work experience and building my resume. I officially start on Monday and I'm over-the-moon excited!

MY FIRST FLOAT TRIP!!!

My brother and fantastic new sister-in-law invited Pat and I to go on a family float trip. I will admit, at first I was a little hesitant. I didn't want to leave Kimber ALL day, and originally the invited us to spend the night. After much deliberation I decided this was an opportunity I couldn't pass up, but I also couldn't be away from my kiddo for a long amount of time so we agreed to come down to float and then head home after the trip was over.

In my raft was my brother, sister-in-law, brother's dad, me and the hubs, oh and like 4 coolers :) I seriously had a blast, and even though this is going to make me sound like a super dork, I really liked being able to spend an entire day with my big bro. I mean, we hardly ever see each other so this was especially nice to kinda have some one on one time... mostly with us giving each other a hard time!

As the float trip came to an end, my sister-in-law's dad found out we weren't spending the night and started throwing phrases around like 'slashing tires' so we promised we'd spend the night next year. He started asking me about my kiddo and I proceeded to tell him her name is Kimber and the conversation went something like this:

Dan: So what's your daughter's name?
Me: Kimber.
Dan: What?!?!?!? Kimberly???
Me: Yep, Kimberly... without the 'ly'.
Dan: (confused look on his face) Why the hell would you give your daughter half a name??? I guess I should go around introducing myself as 'Duh', 'Hi, my name is Duh'.

Mass quantities of alcohol may or may not of been consumed prior to the above mentioned conversation :)

I'm pretty sure this means we're in trouble...

While I'm not one to put nakkie baby stuff out there I just couldn't help myself from shooting this quick video last night. I decided not to post it to FB but had to share :) Apparently at the sitter's she had a glorious time putting bananas all over her shirt and thus came home in no clothes! 

Right now she loves to take the tupperware out of the cabinets, whereas before she would just like to open and close the doors. From the looks of things that brown bowl would make a pretty good hat if she could just figure out how to get it on her head! 

Welp, I got it!

I love it! It's perfect! The day after I got it I caught a guy reading it on the elevator and he smiled. Seriously, how can you read it and NOT smile?

Anyways, I was just going to run to this shop I've gotten a few things done at that's only about 15 minutes away. So I'm telling the girls at work about my plans and they said "You heard what happened to that place, right?" Nope, sure hadn't and on my search I found this little article. Basically this guy put a camera in the bathroom! This dude pierced my nose and sat in on one of my tattoos, totally creepy!

Upon finding that out, I set out to find another tattoo shop. My first tattoo was at this place called Threshold but they aren't my favorite because a lot of younger 'look at how cool I am for getting my belly button pierced' kids go there. I decided it was either wait for my tattoo (not gonna happen) or go back to Threshold and endure the torture of teenage coolness. Obviously I went back, got tattooed by the owner who is a super cool dude and could not be more happy with the results!

Of course, now I can't wait for more :)