So, without further adieu, I list for you SOME of my fondest memories (some plagerized from Jick Nohnson).
WNTU (words-not-to-use) list
Nick farting in Kristen's chair
"We have no news"
Patio Time
Employee Store jack pots
"Topless" at the Marriott
Work errands
Shopping for Vans that would never come, or in my case trying to force Nordstrom Online to take cash as I was not allowed any credit/debit cards.
Jeff's treat drawer
Too many trips to my Credit Union.
Bucket Lists
Meeting my Dad in the "caf" for drinks
Making enchiladas, tacos and tamales with Paula in her cube; carrying them out to her Nissan and selling them at lunch-time near the Center Street Freeway Entrance.
8:00 am department meetings, which consisted of Nick telling everyone that he was hotter than Tadd.
Squatters Night #1: Kevin's greatest night ever
Squatters Night #2: "I can't say no to anything!"
Waiting for HR to get Kristen and me both in trouble for our“short pants”
The daily wardrobe contests.
Cab ride in Orlando…if only I could have a recording of that entire ride.
Crest
Breakfast trends: Tewst and Diet Coke, then Bwraps and Diet Coke, and then Diet Coke with a side of Diet Coke.
Celina's car being mauled by the boss.
CPK coupons
Conventions…sweaty dances and sore feet…that about sums it up.
Pretzel Day and Cinco de Mayo day
The daily "F" word near the end of work. Doesn't matter whose mouth it came from.
“Compote”.
Depressed Nick "getting pretty again" after losing the Halloween costume contest.
Learning how to get “funky” on the dance floor courtesy of Brad S.
LOTS of "work" blogging
Dressing down as much as we possibly could without getting caught.
CafĂ© Rio (CC—pork salad with just pork, no rice, beans or salad. KC—Styrofoam tub of black beans.
“Let’s rock this”.
Heating pads.
The Golden Boot
Switching pants
DEER CREEK
Nick taking a big bite out of Kristen’s burrito at the wrong end—thereby making it impossible for her to eat it without causing the “guts” to fall out of the tortilla like a common Mexican turd (P.S. I checked with Paula and it is ok to qualify it as a “Mexican” turd given the context).
And finally, the occasional phone call and/or email.
WNTU (words-not-to-use) list
Nick farting in Kristen's chair
"We have no news"
Patio Time
Employee Store jack pots
"Topless" at the Marriott
Work errands
Shopping for Vans that would never come, or in my case trying to force Nordstrom Online to take cash as I was not allowed any credit/debit cards.
Jeff's treat drawer
Too many trips to my Credit Union.
Bucket Lists
Meeting my Dad in the "caf" for drinks
Making enchiladas, tacos and tamales with Paula in her cube; carrying them out to her Nissan and selling them at lunch-time near the Center Street Freeway Entrance.
8:00 am department meetings, which consisted of Nick telling everyone that he was hotter than Tadd.
Squatters Night #1: Kevin's greatest night ever
Squatters Night #2: "I can't say no to anything!"
Waiting for HR to get Kristen and me both in trouble for our“short pants”
The daily wardrobe contests.
Cab ride in Orlando…if only I could have a recording of that entire ride.
Crest
Breakfast trends: Tewst and Diet Coke, then Bwraps and Diet Coke, and then Diet Coke with a side of Diet Coke.
Celina's car being mauled by the boss.
CPK coupons
Conventions…sweaty dances and sore feet…that about sums it up.
Pretzel Day and Cinco de Mayo day
The daily "F" word near the end of work. Doesn't matter whose mouth it came from.
“Compote”.
Depressed Nick "getting pretty again" after losing the Halloween costume contest.
Learning how to get “funky” on the dance floor courtesy of Brad S.
LOTS of "work" blogging
Dressing down as much as we possibly could without getting caught.
CafĂ© Rio (CC—pork salad with just pork, no rice, beans or salad. KC—Styrofoam tub of black beans.
“Let’s rock this”.
Heating pads.
The Golden Boot
Switching pants
DEER CREEK
Nick taking a big bite out of Kristen’s burrito at the wrong end—thereby making it impossible for her to eat it without causing the “guts” to fall out of the tortilla like a common Mexican turd (P.S. I checked with Paula and it is ok to qualify it as a “Mexican” turd given the context).
And finally, the occasional phone call and/or email.





























Look at my darling husband. I look like a troll next to him.






And into e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. How his mom keeps up with him is beyond me.









