DCA, BWI...we'll get there one way or another.

American always seems to bite my ass. I'm scheduled to be in Washington D.C. in two weeks for work. What better idea than to bring Bo for some inevitable lonely relief. I've been stalking flights since I found fares for cheap-o. Bo had to clear his basketball schedule so he hesistated to book a flight. I arranged my travel this afternoon at work locking in my flight for $303 - a steal for DFW-DCA. Not 8 hours later, sale OVER! Bo decided this evening he would be able to go and American offered nothing non-stop for less that $700. Fucking ridiculous.

Luckily, I tested my patience, but found Bo a flight into BWI for $256 round trip! Score. He'll just hop a little bus to the Metro and meet me in a city that is beginning to creep up my list of lovely destinations. There's an energy in Washington D.C. that in no way rivals my love for NYC, but exudes a unique, powerful air.

Now to plan Mr. History's museum agenda while I'm working everyday..

You're Invited

My mom and I are hosting a bridal shower for my cousin next month. We decided handmade invitations would add a personal touch to our purple and green themed shower, which also happen to be Emily's wedding colors. I scoped out Paper Plant for some ideas and paper and voila - my own invitation creation.






We also made a recipe book using the same color scheme and papers, but I forgot to take a picture of that at moms. Maybe later.

Another Day Down

The reality of unemployment swept through my office today. I felt the need to stay extra late to day as a thank you that my department isn't facing the same predicament. Good people, who work hard, for many years, gone. One bad day is tolerable, until it becomes two, three, a week. I'm ready for a change of pace.

Change of Pace

I woke up today hopeful for a long dream. Instead, I spent most of the day re-evaluating what to do next. I'm not sure there's anything strong enough to numb the sting. It's surprised me how much faith I unknowingly put in this, but I assume the sting from the first let down exponentially festered a few months and had it's way this time. It's unfortunately exhausting to care so much about my job. New plan: Open a sno-cone stand. What's your favorite flavor? I recommend Blueberry Coloda with Cream.

Funny I'm Fallin', Felt Like This Airplane was Flying

I'm a planner, by nature. In combination with a world that is so unpredicatble, this a confused Jenny makes. As a stereotypical type-A control driven person, I live under the assumption I can predict and make what I need from the world. Occasionally, God, and the world, humor themselves and pin together a sequence of events that doesn't turn out in my favor.

I'd like to get on with life..buy a house, buy a new car, consider a baby, but these are plans. Plans that should follow after the career plan I was working on right now. The natural progression of my career I was hopeful for would step into the airport next. Today, that's not a option. Seems DFW didn't think Parsons was the A+ team to get on board with. Some days would be better with less that 24 hours in them.