It's All Relative

Mitt
That is Mitt. Mitt Romney. Currently he is the governor of Massachusetts, but is you ask him, he would probably tell you he is the future President of the United States.
Mitt seems like a decent guy. I mean, if you ask me, he is a little too tan to be the leader of the free world, but what do I know. Also, what kind of a name is Mitt anyway? It reminds me of little league.

"Mom! Where's my Mitt?!!!"

Mitt is a real big deal down here in Utah because Mitt is Mormon. There was this article in the Trib today about Mitt's ancestors and how they were polygamists. It's sort of interesting. Anyways, I don't know exactly how I feel about Mitt yet. We shall see.

I am stoked for Project Runway this week. If they do not throw crazy Vincent off, SO HELP ME.... Seriously, the dude needs to go. He needed to go on day one, but because he is so crazy and causes so much drama, they keep him on, even though his sense of style is so whacked. It pisses me off. Just so they can draw more viewers and so Heidi Klum can make more money, they keep the crazies on there. Same goes for Angela. However, Angela has surprised me the last couple of shows. Her Audrey Hepburn dress was really good. But still, she has a little bit of crazy in her too and that doesn't fly with me. Michael is my pick to win. Michael is so rad. He is sort of this gangster, Kanye West wannabe, but all his clothes are so awesome. You look at him with this baggy jeans and iced out jewelry and can't believe he creates these soft, feminine, beautiful clothes. I love him. Thank goodess for Michael.

You know what I'm thankful for?

Cohabitation.

Because my brother decided to move in with his girlfriend, I am the beneficiary A LOT of really nice furniture.

My brother, the deal-maker, talked some dudes into driving a UHAUL all the way up from Vegas to drop off the items. There were a lot of items. A couple couches, a bedroom set, coffee table, end tables, kitchen table and chairs. The best part of the day was opening up drawers to find random things folded up in towels and such. This donation couldn't have come at a better time either. We were desperate for some furniture and now our house looks so cute. We almost didn't get one the the couches inside. The thing about our house is that is was built in the 40's and for some reason house builders in the 40's didn't think about how those living in the house would get their furniture in and out. I had already cursed the house when my box spring wouldn't fit up the stairs, so when we couldn't get one of the couches through either of the doors, I was pissed. Here I have a beautiful suede couch that I can't even get inside. It was so annoying. Me and the movers put it in our backyard when we gave up on squeezing it through the door. Later that night though, one of our friends, Greg, was over and he and Heather decided to give it another shot. I was a little pesimistic about the situation. In fact, I thought it hopeless. But Greg and Heather wouldn't give up and against all odds, THEY GOT THE COUCH INSIDE. I don't know how they did it and I don't know how we are ever going to get it out, but that couch is in and I couldn't be happier. There is something about having a well furnished home, one you can relax in and feel good about coming home to. For me, it makes everything in my life more in sync. When I live in a environment of chaos, the rest of my life feels out of control. I still can't get the stupid box spring up the stairs, so I'm going to have to buy a split queen box spring. So until I do, my room is a little incomplete. But I do have a new dresser to put all my clothes in which were previously still in their respective plastic storage bins, so it's progress if nothing else.