People say the darndest things

I love so much about my job and where I work. I have met some of the nicest and most diverse people there. With a location in rural northern Utah, my company employs many native cowboys, farmers, ranchers and sheep-herders. No joke, I really work with a real life sheep-herder. From what I hear, he's very talented. His sheep always win prizes at the state fair. Seriously, I love these people, many are so hard-working. I wanted to tell you about some of the funny things these guys have said to me since I've been pregnant. Last Monday I was wearing a bright yellow maternity shirt (very cute hand-me-down from Ash). And there are certain days I feel like my stomach grows out 4 inches overnight. Well, this was one of those days, when my stomach seems to have popped out. I knew it was going to be an interesting day when the first technician I saw in the morning walks out in the hall and says, "Wow, you're. . . um, well, you're. . . um, yellow." At lunch, another technician says, "Brittany, it looks like you're blossoming with spring in more than one way." My most favorite comment comes from a guy who works in operations, meaning he actually makes the rocket case. He is probably close to 70 years old and so entirely grumpy that it is endearing. I saw him a few months ago and told him I was pregnant but haven't seen him since I've gained about 20 pounds. I was on the operations floor the other day, surrounding by dozens of guys working, when this cute, grumpy man sees me. In his northern Utah drawl, he yells across the manufacturing floor, obviously loud enough for everyone to hear, "Well, well, well, there's my favorite little fat girl!" I thought, "What the heck, should I be pleased that he is actually excited to see me or should I be offended that he thinks I am fat?" He immediately recognized his error and gave me a big bear hug. We all laughed about that one. I now affectionately sign my email to the guys on the floor as, "your favorite little fat girl."