Update from the Ark…

Sad news to share with you today.

The pig did not make it.

Please take a moment and reflect on the vast impact Piggy had on your life.

Thank you.

Piggy was the centerpiece of our End of Summer Luau last week.

Not a clue if he was tasty as I am still on the darn diet and not actually eating food. I do hope the Hula dancers ate a pork sandwich or six because hello hip bones.

We did not, however, roast the horses.

They were safely returned to where ever they came after we finished shooting a promotional video. I was very literally in the lobby of our building waiting for their arrival at 6:30 am one day last week.

I know. You’re totally jealous of my job.

Currently, I believe we are filling the Ark with the Ghosts of Events Past. Sort of like the Ghost of Christmas Past without actually having to relive Christmas 1992 with the hot rolled hair, oversized sweater and leggings.

Although that might not be bad these days because I swear Target is selling that outfit right now. If anyone sees jeans with zippers on the ankles and someone wearing them tight rolled with their Sam & Libby ballet flats, please take a picture for me.

So this week, I have filled the Ark with a Board meeting and another promotional video shoot. By Saturday, there will be a reception for 450, a town hall meeting with about 300 and an OU/TX Tailgate luncheon with 550 shoved into the Ark.

If you need me around 3:00 pm on Friday, I will be napping underneath my desk.

The best thing about all these events scheduled over the next two days is the clothes. I had hoped to hit my pre-infertility weight by tomorrow and thus be able to wear my little black dress to the reception. No such luck. I am still 3.5 pounds away from that goal.

But I can fit into my awesome jeans I bought on e-bay for the town hall and tailgate on Friday. Been looking forward to sporting my jeans and OU crimson all week.

I’m a simple girl really.

The little black dress will continue to hang on the back of my bathroom door as motivation until these stinkin’ infertility pounds are gone. Chris says he’ll take me out on a date when I hit the goal. As long as I wear the dress.

I’m so down with that plan.

If you don’t hear from me on Friday, let me go ahead and tell you I will be enormously grateful because it will be Friday and therefore, the end of my work week. I will also be grateful I get to spend Saturday at home with Pumpkin making fall dresses and onesies. We have a trip to the Pumpkin Patch planned and of course baby girl needs something orange and festive to wear. Should OU beat the “embarrassed” Longhorns (and please, ESPN, stop saying that. You’re just making them mad. Make them mad after OU wins), I will be very grateful to be the Red Rival Victor once again. As it should be.

So long for now from the Ark!