10 in 10

My sister-in-law challenged me (and much more lovely bloggers than me) to a 10 in 10 challenge. Technically, it's a 10 pictures in 10 hours challenge. My husband reminded me the 10 hour part. Not 10 days, he said.

Wellllllllllllll.

How about 10 pictures, 8 of which were taken within 12 hours, and the other 2 snuck in while no one was watching me take a picture of a printer at work.

I'm already the wild, young whippersnapper in my office so I best not do much else to turn heads my direction.

Typical day in the life of Sarah:

6-7 a.m. - COFFEE

Dave Ramsey writes about "10 Things Americans Waste Money On" and #10 is daily coffee trips. While I would love to have a hazelnut and cinnamon latte from Scooters every morning on my way to work, I'd rather take that weekly $20 and put it towards an OU football game. Or, maybe just snacks for watching the game on TV.

I'm no barista, but I'm working on the lattes. Give me several more months and I'll know how to work this fantastic milk frother we got for our wedding.

7-8 a.m. - Travel to work

I'm always thankful when the tracks are train-less.

Hey, not all the pictures can be winners.

8-9 a.m. - Hello!

I absolutely relish in my name plate. Since I started at Union Bank while I was still in college, I was in the office only 2 or 3 days per week. So for my first two months here, everyone still called my space "the cubicle across from Carly's desk." Granted, that phrase always followed, "I brought in cupcakes and I put them on..." So, it worked. But then it became my desk and I was officially hired full-time as the HR/Wellness Assistant. But I was still name-plate-less until month four. So now that I have it, I smile at it every morning I come to work.

Yes, I smile at metal. Or plastic. Or whatever it is.

9-10 a.m. - Taking my own advice

Part of my job includes writing publications for UBT employees. Since I'm promoting hydration and smart snacking, I figured I should follow suit. 

Fun fact: Drinking from a straw makes you drink approximately 3.6X more water in a day than by its other sipping counterparts.

I just made that up. But straws are the bomb.com

10-11 a.m. - Er'day.

I don't know what it is. Or why it is. But I am always the one to try and print something when the printer is out of paper. 

I bet you wish you were me.

11 a.m. - 12 p.m. - The feeding.

Don't mind my 80s phone.

One of the perks of my job is free lunch. Mondays are my absolute favorite - Sandwich day! Lunch is available 11 a.m. - 1 p.m. And we almost always go right at 10:58 a.m.

At first I used to try to eat that bad boy without cutting it in half. Not my best moment ever.

Not my best moment ever.

Okay, so then I took a break from pictures until 5 p.m. She did it first though. She broke the rules first. It's the sister-in-law you placed here that broke the rules. 

Just call me Adam. And her Eve. Except that I'm not a man. And we aren't eating apples. But you get the point.

If I wouldn't have taken a break, you would have seen spreadsheet after spreadsheet. And probably my co-worker trying to do burpees and jump squats in heels. Which, looking back on it, probably would have been rather entertaining. Next time.

5-6 p.m. - Boot Camp

Twice per week I lead a Boot Camp class after work for UBT employees. I'm not sure if this has helped me make friends at work, or if it's just made my co-workers scared of me and pray for rain on Boot Camp days.

Someone asked me if I I would sit on a dunk tank after the session is over. Uhhh...

6-7 p.m. - Dinna time

I warned them when I accepted this challenge that the world was soon going to be keenly aware of how much food I eat in a day. So here you have it - Pepperoni Stuffed Chicken. Mind you, it was tasty.

7-9 p.m. - Not writing thank you's

This should be a picture of us writing thank you cards.

It's not.

It's us playing Super Nintendo.

But c'mon, it's Super Mario World.

It's the story of my childhood.

It's the ...

Actually, it's not the story of my childhood. I think I only ever watched my brothers play video games. I was never good enough. Or old enough. Or boy enough. 

I won't go into the time they locked me out of the room to play Legos by themselves.

I won't go there.

Nope, I won't.

I will say that the retaliating, "FINE! I'll go play Barbies by myself and you can't play with me" never worked. Never ever. 

Anyway. Now that I'm married and older, I play Super Nintendo. Because it makes sense that way.

So there you have it. 10 in 10. No, 10 in 12. Er, 8 in 12 and 2 in 10.