Too Many Books

Things sure change in a year's time. Here, hubs and I celebrated at the St. Patrick's Day parade in 2010: I'm pretty sure it was beer-thirty in this picture. Here we are, parading in 2011! Guess which breastfeeding mom was the designated driver?  We are breaking Stella in early so that she knows what to expect with the Murphy side of the family. Also, I considered putting green food coloring in her bottle, but then wondered if that might not be the best idea. I intend to write an actual, real blog post next week -- you know, one that has more words than photos. I have many post-partum shennanigans to share. I shall return.

Sometimes I wish I could use this blog as a forum to vent about specific co-worker situations. (I mean, I've semi-done that once, awhile back.) (I'll be honest: it felt amazingspice.) But, I am kind of hesitant to push the boundaries. In this economy, a girl can't be too cautious when it comes to safeguarding her job security. So, I'll keep my luscious lips sealed. All I can say is, TGI-effing F. In other news, I'm exhausted today. Because I am sporty as well as girly, I stayed up until the wee hours last night, intently watching the late basketball games. I'm running the bracket pool at work, and I take great pleasure in circling my own wins with a nice red pen. Oh, what? You want to see my what ? (I'll show you mine if you show me yours.) And here is where I plan to spend the next five or six hours: Yes, there is a beer in the corner. A beer for Ber. I will cheer for Louisville with hubs, a mega Cardinals fan, because I am a supportive wife. ...