Tara

I love my life but I hate my job. Jobs are so restricting aren't they? The conversation always goes "Where can we go tonight?" and always ends with me saying "I gotta go to work". I enjoy life when I can. I love to go to the city and walk the streets with my husband. Wow. Husband is a new word for me. It's got a nice ring to it with such a wonderful guy to associate it with. We love Mexican food (only because I'm a guacamole freak) and margaritas. I was going to name my first daughter Margarita but changed my mind when I actually became pregnant. That's another new concept I'm learning. Pregnant = Baby. I can't name my child after my favorite alcoholic beverage. It's like naming it after my favorite car because I can't afford it right? Anyway, we are blessed with crazy friends and family and try to get together on Sundays for our little dinner parties. It's too much fun. I love to travel. Just put me on a plane to anywhere and I'll make the most of it (except when there's mosquitos attacking me...I hate mosquito bites). By now you're thinking, "Why is she writing so much?" and I'll tell you why! I'm at work and I hate my job. I'm all alone. Overnight. Did I mention there aren't any windows here? It all comes full circle..... %D%A%D%A%D%A ..