6/25/2008

Nearing the end of June

Last week, I got to go to the happiest place on earth with my husband and my family. We had a great time! I was lucky enough to get to plan most of the vacation since my mom hasn't been feeling well. I bought The Unofficial Guide to Disneyland 2008, and got to work. It was a very useful outlet for all of my Disney enthusiasm. Since we knew we'd be pushing my mom around in a wheelchair, I researched all the special entrances for rides. I also planned the morning touring plans (the trick is to get there way early), and made dinner reservations. It was fun knowing a few more tricks of the trade, and it made our time more enjoyable and efficient. For most of my family members, we realized that the best way for us to do Disney is to get up really early and do a great morning tour. Then around 11, we go back to the hotel and crash -- sleep, relax, etc. -- until about 4 or 5 pm. By this point, there are definitely more people leaving than coming into the park, and the heat starts to cool off.

One of the days in the park, we got to hang out with some of my husband's family, which was great fun! As she mentioned in her blog, my sister-in-law and I got to talking about children and marriage and peoples' expectations. While we realize that people care about us and want to know what's going on and how we're doing, extensive questions about marriage and children (frequency and number) can get tiring. I was surprised, but not necessarily relieved to find out that the asking thing isn't just a part of the culture of the state that I live in. It happens all over in Mormondom. I almost thought this would be comforting, but it isn't. Oh well. Better to have people care than not, right?

Right now I'm still just feeling a little lost and am trying to figure out what my next step is. I'm currently applying for some new jobs, and, while I'm nervous, I'm excited about learning new things and having different opportunities.

Also, when my current bosses and co-workers are asking if everything's okay at home (it's more than okay -- it's wonderful) when I'm being "not my usual chipper self" at work (work's been more than a little hellish lately), it's time to get some new co-workers who don't feel quite so comfortable. I suppose it's my own darn fault for being so willing to give personal information out.

Life's good, though. It's quite hot in our apartment, but that's okay. We'll survive somehow.

In the mean time, I'll try not to roast, and look for jobs. And maybe watch some 24.