Finally!

I finally did it!
I sat down and made a blog header. I have no idea why it took me so long.
It was one of my goals for the summer, and it was the last one to get done.

I'm actually kind of secretly really proud of myself because I have a hard time paying attention during video tutorials and I'm not super designy-creative.  So for me to make ANYTHING design related on my own? BIG NEWS.

Which means I should probably reward myself with chocolate or pizza.
Splendid idea.

August!

August has been a weird month for me.
We move out the 28th, so I pretty much spent all month waiting until I could pack up.

Things that happened in August:
- Whirlyball
- job offer
- interviews!
- sewing/reading/pool days
- golfing
- we finally went and bought David new clothes that fit (!)

We really have loved Dallas and our relaxing summer. Even if we don't move back here permanently, we will always have good memories. But we are so excited for the next phase of our life.

And here's my phone pictures for this month:

This is what I did when I watched the Olympics.....

This is what happens when you let 2 year olds take pictures. 

I saved me $100. Boo-yah.

I don't know how many of you read The Daybook, but she posted this picture a week ago.

IMAGE FROM HERE - Sydney is awesome, so you should click over and read her blog.

My first thought?  I WANT THAT SKIRT! I NEEEEEEED THAT SKIRT!

Well, being the fashion blogger that she is she posted the link to where she got it. Don't click the link unless you really have $115 to spend on a skirt. I was mucho disappointed when I saw that price tag. 

Then I figured what the heck I'll just make it myself.  After staring at Sydney's pictures and the pictures off of the actual skirt's site and making tons of notes on it all, I went to work. 

I already had fabric that I had decided didn't quite fit with a quilt I was making, so I figured if I can make this skirt with this fabric, maybe after our move back to Utah (and then on to who knows where yet) I will get myself some always-classy striped fabric and do the whole shenanigan all over again.

I was pretty proud of myself when it actually looked kind of similar. Sewing it was a struggle when my wimpy machine decided it didn't want to handle more than one layer of fabric. I won't tell you all the places where the defects are.  But now all I need is some stripey fabric because I would love to save $100 and have that striped skirt.

Here is my only after picture. An instagram from the church bathroom where there is a full-length mirror and half my eyebrow disappears. Not at my apartment where I stand on buckets to see my hemlines. 

Last event

from here

Towers Watson has a really great intern program. They assign buddies to help you the whole summer, have a big summer project for you to get to know what it is like dealing with clients and deadlines, and have tons of social activities every week.

Rangers game, beach volleyball intramurals, broomball (broomstick hockey), concert on the lake, Speedzone (gokarts/dragsters/mini-rollercoasters and an arcade), horse races, ice cream socials, work dinners, and whirlyball.

Whirlyball and going to dinner was the final intern event last night. It was kind of a weird game. But fun! You drive bumper cars around while carrying a "scoop" and pass a ball around trying to score in the circle at the end of the court (there is a version where you score if you hit the board, but that was too easy). It got pretty intense sometimes.   Especially when you can ram each other or if you forget to take your foot off the gas pedal and can't slow down before you hit the wall -- these make it feel like you were in a bunch of mini car accidents. Maybe that explains why I woke up with a nice smattering of bruises up and down my legs.

Really, we had a great time. We have loved working with this company (and by we, I mean David. I just bummed along on the fun stuff.). They are really good about treating their employees well and really want you to have a good experience. Even though retirement isn't the branch we (David) want to end up in, it would be hard to turn down an offer from them.

But why think about that when you can just eat leftover pizza and watch the Olympics all day?