Because it's her birthday

Note: I really wasn't looking for any props from my last post. Really, I was just venting. But thanks for nice things everyone said. 

I do need to take a break from taking my break by noting today is my niece Lilly's 2nd Birthday. I miss her a lot these days.  I think she's he cutest, obviously, but she's also really smart, funny, and pretty and is on her way to doing good things in this world.  

Happy Birthday, Lilly!

Do they have meds for this?

I'm suffering from a severe case of blogging apathy. I just do not care about it lately. Not even that I don't care, I feel increasingly ridiculous for even having a blog anymore. Like, who cares what I have to say? Even as I type this, I'm having these intense feelings of "are you really going to write this and publish it to the Internet?" Who do I think I am?

But, I still like reading other people's blogs. Everyone else writes about funny things, interesting things that I genuinely look forward to hearing about. Babies, husbands, cool cities and fun trips. I write about how much I love Twilight and bad reality television. Lame.

I might take a break for a while. I'm kind of over it right now.

Hard Core

This morning I got up at 5:00 AM to make it to a 5:30 spin class at the gym.  I've been attempting to go to this daily class for a week now, but could not manage to get myself to bed before 1:00 AM and there's just no chance in hell I can get up, let alone function, on four hours of sleep. Not happening.

But I received some very smart advice from Dan* on how to motivate myself and set myself up for success rather than failure.  I timed my evening so I could be in bed by 11:00.  I also put my alarm clock on the opposite side of my bedroom so I would be forced to actually get up and turn it off, instead of risking pushing the Snooze button 12 times in the morning like I normally would.  I also asked my neighbor Rachel if she'd like to go with me and she agreed, so long as I called her in the morning to wake her up.  So that's what I did and wouldn't you know, I got up on time, called Rach, ate an apple, and off we went.  The class was tough, but I felt so accomplished when we left with it still dark outside. I felt really good too. Not painfully tired like I thought I would.  I've also noticed how much energy I have had through the rest of the day. It's 2:22 PM and I feel totally awake and energized.  I think it helped that I ate some breakfast (oatmeal) for the first time in I can't even remember.  Breakfast is a hard meal for me to eat.  My appetite is non-existent in the AM and even if I wanted something, I never have time to eat it.  But, I'm changing those ways.  I've also made a plan with Rachel to go to the morning spin class every Friday morning. We loved having our workout out of the way, especially on a Friday so we could be free to just enjoy the rest of the night after work. I'm going to start with the one morning workout a week and see if I can't transition to mornings-only. We'll see.

See, when you fail to plan, you plan to fail.

*Dan has green eyes, dark hair and looks good in blue.  He opens my doors, holds my hand and calls me pretty.  I like him.

Yes, please.

What I think

Wells Fargo is the worst financial institution ever.

Well, next to AIG of course.

Happy Birthday, Mom!

Todays my Mom's birthday.  

She's the best. Really. I'm not sure how she does it, but she's one of the hardest workers I know. Everyone loves her, too. Seriously, everyone.  She makes friends where ever she goes and is never afraid to strike up a conversation with strangers.  I used to get embarrassed by that, but now I realize what a great quality it is about her. I call my Mom a lot and complain vent about my problems and she always makes me see the positive in every situation. Sometimes that's annoying, but at the end of the day, what she says is true. Sometimes I feel guilty for dumping everything on her so much, especially since I'm fairly certain my siblings are doing the same, but she's always there to talk to me. She's more giving, more understanding and more ambitious than I'll ever be, but I'll keep trying the rest of my life to be more like her. She's my ultimate example. 

Love ya, Maaaam!

The 801

I could start explaining how I found myself in this video, but it would take way too long. I'll just say David Ackerman, the star of the video, and I go way back.  We used to do the news together at USU and regularly tapped ridiculous segments for our features show every week, many of which our teachers rolled their eyes at.  But we had a blast doing it and we've always talked about doing other projects together so I was amped to help him out with this one.  

We filmed this at different locations around SLC and did a lot of it on green screen which was cool.  I don't know, I may have future in rap videos.

So, let me present to you Livin' in the 801...

Getting in

I had the chance to go to the Draper temple open house yesterday afternoon. I'd never been through an open house before and obviously never been through the temple so I was really excited to get to see it all. I was a little nervous prior to going through, too. I'm not sure why. Maybe just the fact that it was a little unknown and I'd be seeing it all for the first time.

Anyway, it was a really cool experience. I love how simple and clean, but amazingly beautiful everything is. There are no distractions, nothing to prevent you from feeling like you are in the Lord's house. Just clean and pretty. I love that. It was also really neat to hear how much detail goes into the design of every part. For example, the carpet in the ordinance, sealing and celestial rooms was hand cut with Utah's state flower, the Sego Lily, designed into it. Then the crown molding and ceilings also had this flower design weaved through it as well. Everything was coordinated and perfect. It felt very peaceful and undisturbed, like the rest of the world didn't even exist. It was interesting, and a little sad, to feel that sort of disappear the second we walked outside. My bishop gave some of us in our ward tickets to the Dedication next weekend so I'm going to go to that as well, which I'm very much looking forward to.

In other news, I left my house this morning, locking the door from the inside on my way out, before I realized I didn't have my car keys.  Unfortunately, I stood outside in the 29 degree weather trying to think about how I was going to get back in to get my keys.  My roommates were gone and we no longer keep an extra key hidden outside.  I seriously went through my bag trying to find something to MacGyver my way through the lock, but with no success.  I eventually remembered that my bedroom window was unlocked so I went around back to see if I could climb through. I took off the screen, pushed the window opened and realized the headboard to my bed was blocking most of the window and only leaving a small gap of space to try and squeeze through.  I tried a couple of different ways to slide through and eventually twisted my way in.  I'm not going to lie, I was way proud of my breaking and entering skills.  It reminded me of my bedroom in my old house growing up.  I'd climb in and out of it for no good reason.  I wasn't even sneaking out. I just did it because I could. I'd leave it open all the time so my cat could jump in and out too.  

So, disaster averted. Although, it did make me nervous to think about how if I could get in to my house without a key, so could someone else. 

Hypothetical

Let's just say, for the fun of it, that you work with a dude whose desk happens to sit behind yours. And let's say that this dude has this unquenchable desire to be the next Deron Williams habit of balling up selected pieces of paper and shooting it like it was a game winning jumper of game 7, into the trash can 6 feet away from him.

And let's just say that never, not even once, has his shot made it into said trash can. Not once. And let's just assume that he had to get up every time he missed, and place the missed jumper into the trash can.

Hypothetically, it would be ok to laugh at and publicly mock, via personal blog, this totally made-up character, right?

I think so too.

Proving my theory one Bachelor at a time

I'm not going to sit here and pretend I am all shocked about the Bachelor finale last night. I wasn't. I've known this was coming for about 2 weeks.  When I found out then, I was sick with disappointment.  Now that I've had to time get over it, I had no desire to watch it last night. And I didn't. I came home from the gym (where my wallet and iPod were stolen...more on that later) and asked my roommate, who had watched it, if the rumors had been true. She confirmed and I was just like, "Screw this, I don't even care." Jason is the lamest Bachelor ever and just goes to show you that ALL guys, even the nice ones, are jerks. *All of them.

What I can't believe is how Molly took him back. How awesome would it have been if she would have been all, "No. You had your shot and you blew it. Sorry." Why, Molly? Why? Why couldn't you be cool for like 30 seconds and make him feel like the idiot that he is? 

I guess the silver lining in all this is that Jason, and I guess Molly now too by association, are going to be blacklisted and publicly persecuted for the rest of their lives.  They're going to get yelled at and stuff thrown at them where ever they go now.  

That at least gives me some peace and makes the last 2 months of my life not a total waste of time, I guess.

p.s. my wallet and iPod were indeed stolen from my locker at the gym last night. I actually only freaked our for like 5 seconds and then I was just pissed because I loved my wallet, I just got my new license, and I had just got a new arm strap for my iPod.  I probably would have cried losing my iPod, but I had recently dumped everything on it onto my computer so I still have my music and stuff, I just need to replace the iPod.  I guess now I have an excuse to get the Touch.  

Still, people are so lame.  

*Excluding the one I'm dating. He's quality.

Some things

I realized today I haven't posted any original photos from my own camera in a long time. I have some I'd really like to post, but I've lost my camera cord. I have no idea where it is.  That sucks.  I guess I'll go buy a new one, but I guarantee the second I rip it open and throw away the receipt, I'll find my old one.  That's just how the universe likes to screw with me.

Things are going well around here. Almost too well.  So well in fact, I'm seriously hesitant to blog the word "happy".  So I won't. It's as if I'm afraid things will all of a sudden nose dive and I'll have to retreat to my dark cave and assume the fetal position the second I acknowledge it. Is that weird? 

Don't answer that.

I really like Diet Coke these days too.  Not as much as regular, but I'm willing to sacrifice for the more "healthy" option. I only drink 2 or 3 a week and I'm proud of that.

Also, last Friday my boss took me out to lunch. We went to Cafe Rio.  I've been to Cafe Rio probably 1,000 times, but this particular time, I seriously ate the best pork salad I've ever had from there. It was epic, to say the least. I ate the entire thing.  It's an experience I'll gladly be chasing again for the rest of my life.

If I could hang out with anyone for an entire day, I would seriously consider hanging out with LeBron James. The dude is so funny. While watching the Laker/Suns game yesterday and eating an especially delicious grilled cheese sandwich on SD (sourdough), I was literally more excited for the commercials to come on more than the game.  Yes, I hate the Lakers so I didn't really care about the game, but during NBA games, LeBron's commercials are all over the place and he is a freaking riot in all of them.  I LOVED the State Farm Insurance one he did, where he dances with the guy who gets his car broken into. I was laughing so hard. I also saw this short piece on ESPN the other night about him.  He seemed so down to earth and funny, a real quality guy.

I really want to be friends with him.