Goodbye, 5200! You can keep your snot.

Have I mentioned that I loved my job in Tennessee? It was awesome. Not the butt wiping, snot sucking, drug dealing, and restraint charting parts. But the people I worked with. They made it great. And I will always love them. (Oh, I didn't always hate the patients either. Just sometimes.) On my last day they threw a little going-away shin dig for me and another coworker who is moving to North Carolina, Cecile. It was pretty sweet.

Pizza par-tay!

The cake: super awesome. Thanks Stacey!

Cecile and I. There may or may not have been tears involved.

Tammy and I. I know you were the party instigator. I love this woman.

Loved my coworkers! Niki, you look amazing. Something was obviously hilarious.

5200 (and 5300) you will be sorely missed! You guys really are the best!

Celebrations

I love celebrating things. It makes daily living more fun to have something to look forward to and enjoy. And we've had plenty of things to celebrate the past few weeks. 

At work we had a Valentine's themed baby shower for my sweet co-workers, Ashley and Brittany. I made a big batch of taco soup, everyone else brought sides, and it was delicious and fun. Was this event after Valentine's Day? Yes. But it was in the month of February, and Valentine's Day generally encourages baby-making, so I felt like the theme was appropriate. Ha.

We like chips, ok?

 Ashley is getting ready to pop! And Brittany actually had her baby several weeks early. She finally got to take him home last week!

I celebrated being able to walk like a normal person and wear normal clothes again (after my burn incident), by going to Biltmore with some Kiewit girls. 

Me, Tess, Mary, and Cassie

We celebrated Caleb's 24th birthday with a dinner out at the Chop House. And this amazing Nutella cheesecake. Nutella is from the Lord.

My crusting skills could use some work. But it doesn't make it any less delicious. 

We celebrated our seven year dating anniversary with a yummy dinner of salmon in a strawberry balsamic sauce, mashed taters, and asparagus. Serious yum.

 And I got these beautiful pink roses. Amazing. My man is good to me.

It was National Pancake Day on Tuesday. I'm telling you friends, it's the little things.

Caleb celebrating getting a receipt with a total ending in a 4 by tipping in pi.

And finally, I celebrated making it through 52 hours of work this week by laying around until 2pm today. In a pair of green surgical scrubs. They are insanely comfortable. And free from my work if you encounter an...accident. But then you can accidentally on purpose keep them forever.

Happy Friday friends! As I looked back through this post I realized that we obviously celebrate life events with food. I'm going to go celebrate hating on some fat with a visit to the elliptical. Right now.

Celebrate something this weekend, ok?

Mullet Man

My husband has long brown hair. At least he did.

Look at those shiny locks.

The guys at his work have been bugging him to cut it. He said he would if they gave him enough money. Funny because they probably wouldn't give him money to cut his hair, right? Wrong. They wanted to cut it into a mullet. He said if they raised $200 then he would let them. Which would never happen right? Wrong.




The company has a fundraiser for cancer research going on. Caleb said if they raised $200 he would let them cut his hair into a mullet and donate the money to the fundraiser. (Sidenote: I hate when people say they are donating money to cancer or have a cancer fundraiser...really? You want to fund cancer? No, you don't. So don't say it like that.) Anyway, the guys at his work raised $250 for my sweet hubby to let them have at his hair. Awesome.


So Tuesday the district manager was in town. Like the big boss man. Yeah. He heard that they were doing the hair cutting for the company fundraiser and donated an extra $500 in Caleb's name. Nice.


I was prewarned but not prepared for the final result. Check it out!

This isn't even a mullet. I don't know what it is.

He has to wear it like this for one whole week. They call it "The Friar."

Seriously. This is my husband.

Also the district manager was so impressed that my husband would give his hair up for charity that he is sending Caleb and I on a weekend vacation to anywhere we want in the US courtesy of Kiewit. So yay for giving up your hair for  cancer research!

Just another day in the life of the Bakers in East Tennessee...