It’s a quiet day at the Brown-Comer household.  Which is nice.  With the constant rain outside, our plans to try and see the arts festival today were quickly snubbed.  I was sad, cause quite frankly, we go for the food.  But, as things always happen for a reason, I found a wings place in town that SERVES FREAKING FUNNEL CAKE.  Who needs an art festival for funnel cake?  Ah, not moi.

Bryan and The Boy visited a new local restaurant here (which may be a chain.. we’re not entirely sure) that serves frozen custards.  Bryan has not stopped talking about it since.  Apparently, a small chocolate frozen custard comes as part of the kids meal.. which may mean that Bryan will now be eating a kids meal for lunch daily.

Yesterday, we made the trek down to see his family.  Now, when I say, “We’re gonna eat with my family,” that means there’s three extra place settings.  Eating with Bryan’s family means that there’s gonna be 40+ people in the room.  It is so huge that some people walked in and no one knew their names.  Yep, they were definitely family, but no one could seem to remember who they were.  Isn’t that nutty?  I can’t even comprehend.  Regardless, we had a blast. (Okay, us grown folk did.  Binja?  Not so much.  40+ people, no air conditioning, and no nap for six hours had him acting kind of witchy.)

Today, we’re troubleshooting TiVo. (I’m trying to maintain my composure.) It is not reading our wireless network.  Bryan’s been on the phone with them twice already and they’re to the point that they may just send us another box.  But.. then.. wouldn’t we have to go, like, two days without TiVo?  How important IS this said wireless connection, anyway?  HOW WILL I FORWARD THROUGH THE COMMERCIALS?!

I will manage.  I may just not be a very nice person in the meanwhile.

How was your weekend?

Kari:

Last night I dreamed that Target started selling these huge cosmetic “samplers” that had all of these awesome samples from NARS, Bare Escentuals, Philosophy, Stila, and Too Faced.  It was kind of expensive, so we went in together and then had a make-up throwdown afterwards to see who needed what product the most.  It was ridiculous, but we had a blast.  Then I turned into a troll.

Gena:

When are we gonna drink again?

Ronda:

I did not tell you the other night, although I should have and have regretted it since, that you were beautiful.  Because, my God, you are.  You are glowing and look amazingly pulled together while recovering from a c-section with a two year old running around.  You are my hero.

Steph:

When I get my wine refrigerator, I’m going to depend on your delicate palate to tell me what to buy.  Like a bottle of Boujalais Nouveau or whatever the hell that is that is so good every year.  Of course, I think we should taste every bottle before we decide.

Caroline:

My screensaver at work is a revolving slideshow of my Flickr albums.  Someone was in my cube talking to me when a shot of you came up, and they absolutely stopped talking.  They said you were so other-worldly gorgeous.  And I had to agree, but I said your best feature is that you watch Rock of Love II and will admit it.

Zoot:

Recently acquired: two 3-6 month Alabama onesies.  They have AndyZ’s name all over them.

Tonya:

I’m so jealous that you’ve preordered your WiiFit.  You will have to give me a detailed review, because we’ll be in the thrust of moving when it’s released, and I doubt I can get around to setting everything up in time.  But do a downward facing dog for me, girl.

“Melissa”:

I’m so happy to have reconnected with you, and that your life is going so well.  Also: I covet your hair.

Bryan:

I think sleeping with Darth Vader is kind of hot.

So the morning session of our event today (Bring Your Child to Work Day) went off without a hitch.  I never realize how long I’ve worked here or how many people I really know until I do one of these program level events and see everyone again.  Everyone asks about the new marriage (NEW?), the new baby (NEW?), and how I like my new job (NEW?).  Hm.

This is an event I take very seriously because I remember going to work with my daddy, back when it was Take Your Daughter to Work Day, to encourage women to join the workforce. (Ha.  If they only knew.) Daddy took us several years, and every time, people would say, “Oh, your daughters are so beautiful.. they must take after your wife.”  And every year, I’d ponder: how do they know mom?  When did they meet her? 

It was only a year or two ago that the lightbulb clicked and I realized, oh hai, moron.  They were kidding about your daddy’s mug.

Anyway, I remember coming in and being overwhelmed by the fluorescent lights, the gray cubicles, and how secretaries (as they were called then) always had potted plants. (I never ever ever had a potted plant when I was an admin.) Now, the day is a whole new ballgame, with us giving tours inside of our classified facilities and showing them the mechanics of what we do.  They’re also making silly putty, fake blood, and their own “badges”.  In short, SO MUCH COOLER THAN IT WAS WHEN I WENT.

When I went to the interview on Monday, one of the participants mentioned that she didn’t care for today’s event.  She said it didn’t really do any good, to have the kids in here.  They’re just trying to miss a day of school.  So I told her what I told you: I am a product of that day. 

In other news: I got the job.