Happy Holidays

I took three (3) photos during my little Christmas trip to Sacramento. All on my iPhone...

Me and Lilly.

Lilly was really good at waking up at 7:00 a.m. and jumping on my bed each morning.

To the surprise of all, Dad schooled everyone at Wii bowling.

It was nice to hang out with family. It was the first time in a long time everyone was together. Jen made delicious prime rib for Christmas dinner and I sort of became obsessed with Wii Tennis. I almost made it to "Pro" status. I'll have to go back soon to make it official.

Now it's back to reality and the cold. I forget how much I hate the winter until I come back from warmer climates (although, Sac was quite chilly.)

Moving next week, which in and of itself will suck, BUT excited to live in Sugar House, close to work and with people who won't lock me out of my own house.

*why won't my italics button turn off????

Country Strong

I saw the preview for Gwyneth's new flick last night before sitting through the

WORST. MOVIE. EVER. Do not see How Do You Know. If was painfully horrible.

But this one looks good!

I wasn't kidding...

Below is an extremely well done passive aggressive note from one of my roommates regarding her concerns over the sliding glass door being unlocked. The sliding glass door that leads to our 9' fenced backyard whose gates are locked with not one, but TWO key locks. We also live next door to the HOA office and an LDS Stake Center. I mean, we might as well have a big neon sign above our house that says "ROB US!"


You guys, she has found it opened A LOT the last few weeks. Seriously, this type of failure in security cannot continue.

Goings On About Town

I've become quite the lame blogger.

Now that that's out of the way, here's what going on with me:

1. I want to move again. My roommates are hermits who hide in their bedrooms and lock ALL the doors at all hours of the day, even when I walk across the street to the gym, leaving me ringing the doorbell to my own home. Mind you, we probably live in THE safest neighborhood in the WORLD. You would think we lived in freaking Baghdad with the security situation over here. There are other reasons, but that's really annoying me lately.

2. My cat is driving me insane. I don't know what's wrong with her. She is so whiny and wakes me up between 5:00-6:00 AM every morning for nothing. She's not hungry, she doesn't want to go outside. She's just bored. And she keeps scratching a corner of carpet by my roommates door frame. Anyone want a cat?

3. Since my running injury, I've gotten quite into spinning in hopes of strengthening my knee without all the impact. I'm loving it right now. I mean, it sucks while I'm doing it, but it's a great workout!

4. Salt and vinegar kettle chips are my new vice. Keep them away from me.

5. I’ve realized this holiday season that I’m much more of a summer holiday kind of person. I mean, I like Christmas and all, but I guess I’m just not as jolly as most this time of year. I prefer the 4^th of July (Fireworks! BBQ’s! Temperatures above freezing!).

6. I dyed my hair dark and got bangs. I should post of picture, but I don’t have one. I would take one right now but my bangs are pulled back so you wouldn’t even get the idea. I went in to my salon with the resolve that I would be asking for blunt, straight across bangs. I ended up totally wussing out and left with shorter sidewept bangs. I felt so defeated.

7. Does anyone have any quick breakfast ideas? I’m not a breakfast person, but I’ve tried so very hard to eat it as to avoid popping over to 7-Eleven for a 10:00 AM binge of Diet Coke, S&V chips and a glazed doughnut. Needs to be fast, easy and filling. I don't really enjoy cereal or oatmeal. Go.

8. It’s no news to this blog that I’m particularly fond of a great tan, however I’ve sort of caved to social and medical charges against tanning and have found a great alternative. Enter, Loreal Sublime Bronze ProPerfect Airbrush Self Tanning Mist. It’s phenomenal. Not orange, so easy to apply, and doesn’t have that gross sunless tanning scent that most lotions and sprays do. Plus it’s cheaper than getting a professional sunless tan at a salon. Two days ago I was a frightening paler version of my now slightly tanned-self. Just in time for my company Christmas party tonight. Highly recommended!

9. I need new pillows. My pillows are flat and hard. I like fluffy, yet supportive. I also need a new blow dryer. I've had mine since my freshman year of college and it's about seen it's last days. It's lost its heat control meaning if I'm not careful, I will burn off my hair. The grated filter thing also broke off so my hair gets caught in the fan daily. Clearly this is not helping my split end situation. Also in the market for a new flat iron. Why are flat irons so expensive?!?!? It makes me a little sick to have to spend upwards of $100 for something to flatten my hair. Ridiculous.

10. I miss Dan :(

Finished.

I ran my first half marathon last weekend and walked away from it very proud of myself. Well, I use "walked" loosely as I more hobbled away since my knee decided to rage against the rest of my body and just stop working. Awesome.

We started out above Sundance at a refreshing 31 degrees. My iPod decided to just delete all my running playlists, including the one I had created specifically for this race. And then it just decided to stop working altogether. And then I about had a panic attack because I'm not one of those people who can just be one with my thoughts and run. After several failed attempts at the starting line to reboot it, I accepted the fact that my first half marathon was going to suck really, really bad. (Can I just say that one of my biggest pet peeves is when stuff doesn't work. Like iPods. The iPod is supposed to work. You know what I'm saying? That's it's only purpose for existence. Why do things just stop working?!?!?!)

Anyway, about 2 miles in I realized that I had to pee very badly (all that hydrating backfired I guess). We were just passing Sundance so Michelle and I veered off course and sprinted inside as to not lose too much time. A resort employee asked us if we was lost.

Back on the course I felt great. The first 3-4 miles were pretty steep downhill, so that was a little killer on my knees, but other than that I felt really good.

And then we got to mile 9.

Mile 9 is when I realized my right knee was really hurting. I mean, REALLY hurting. I told myself to just push through it. Only 4 to go. But that only got my so far. At about mile 10 I honestly didn't think I was going to be able to finish. I was still running at this point, but only because if I stopped, I wasn't sure I would be able to start again. I said a little prayer and just looked straight ahead and tried to zone out. I stopped to walk at mile 11, but then I discovered it hurt more to walk than to run so I kept going.

And I finished. Officially, 2:21, but I'm shaving off 5 minutes from my bathroom break and another 2 minutes for the start since there were so many people (2,500) and it took a few minutes to actually get going. So really, I'm saying 2:15.

Michelle (who totally rocked it by the way with just 3 weeks of training only a max distance of 5 miles) and I walked around trying to find our friends who had come down to cheer us on. I eventually had to sit down because I just could not walk around anymore. Getting back up and to the car was a nightmare.

Needless to say, I screwed it up pretty bad and I was down for the count the rest of the weekend. Although, I did make it out to a Halloween party Saturday night, but only after Michelle picked out some crutches for me at the DI so I could dress up as an injured basketball player. It worked, but parties aren't fun when you are immobile.

I'm feeling a lot better now. I'm walking ok, albeit slowly and much like my joints are being held together with rusty nails. Hopefully things start to feel normal again soon.

Even with the injury, I really enjoyed the race. It was a beautiful course and I'm glad Michelle was there to stick through it with me! I really had no expectations going into this. I just wanted to finish. It was a little frustrating with my knee because I felt so good otherwise, so even though I wanted to push it a little faster, I couldn’t. But now that I know I can do it, I'd love to set some goals and finish faster next time.

But not for a while because I'm having problems walking up and down stairs right now.

FINALLY!!!

Last night the San Francisco Giants won the World Series for the first time in 56 years. This is a big deal. If you're an Olsen, it's HUGE.



As I sat there watching the guys bolt out of the dugout and celebrate on the mound like little leaguers, I thought about my Grandma, the BIGGEST Giants fan I've ever known. She loved them, even when she called them bums when they lost. Some of my fondest memories with my Grandparents were when my family and I would stop by her house after church on Sundays. If the Giants were on, everyone was in the living room watching on an ancient floor model television that probably weighs close to a 1,000 lbs. and still sits there today. Back then it was all about Will Clark, Matt Williams and Robbie Thompson then Barry Bonds, JT Snow and Kirk Rueter. We were fans. Going to the City to watch a game was always a treat for us. We'd get there like 2 hours early and sit in the bleachers and watch batting practice. We have a couple souvenir balls we caught somewhere. Hot dogs and garlic fries were always part of the experience as well. The best meal ever.


We never could quite make it all the way though. Even during the good years, it was never enough. I remember being a freshman in college when they went to the World Series with Anaheim. I'm pretty sure no one else cared about baseball at Utah State, but you better believed I sat there in my dorm watching each and every game. And when they choked and gave it away in game 6 and 7, that was brutal. That stupid Angels rally monkey still haunts my dreams.

But last night was different. Everything went right and they did it. As excited as I am, I'm even more excited that my Grandpa was able to see them win it all. And my Dad. I called him right after the win and he was excited, even a little shocked, I think.


The Giants have always been one of those family traditions for us and it's incredible to be cheering for the winners. Finally.

Photos from SI.com

New Shoes

Let's forget about the possible stress fracture in my right foot and focus on my new running shoes!!!

LunarGlide +

I'm so excited. Lot's of research was done. I originally was going to get the LunarGlide +2 but I was buying them through Michelle's awesome hookup (brother works for Nike = DISCOUNT) and they were out of stock in my size in any of the colors I liked.

However, the first generations were on CLEARANCE so I picked out the most inconspicuous ones they had and got them like 60% off. AND I got a killer deal on a training jacket. I can't wait to wear it and feel legit.

Yea for friends whose brothers work for Nike!

Also...

I was so sick of talking about doing things and never doing them that I actually decided to, you know, do one of the things I've talked about doing.

So. I'm running the Provo Halloween Half Marathon in 3 weeks.


I've gone running approximately 3 times in the last month.

Not going for any records here. Let's be honest, I'm just going to try and finish.

But I'm doing it. I already registered so now I have to.

NYC Wrap up

I had this HUGE post about my experience having to spend the night in the Chicago-Mid(d?)way airport,but it just got too long and I'm not about to that that to the people who read this. All 4 of you.

But here's the quick and dirty of it. After being forced to take private car service out to Long Island (I don't know anyone that's flown out of Long Island either), my flight getting delayed causing me to miss my connection, I'm forced to stay the night in the Chicago-Midway Airport with nothing but The Hunger Games (Overrated and yes, it's YA - please don't judge me) and a dying iPod.

As soon step away from the gate desk to try (unsuccessfully to get on another flight or get a comped hotel room), I begin to tear up with the sudden realization that I am all alone and in for a rough night. I slouch down onto the ground in a corner and cry. There is nothing more depressing and/or lonely than recovering from a traumatic break-up and being stranded in an empty airport. I tell you, there is not.

After getting NO sleep, throwing up once, and listening to "PLEASE DO NOT LEAVE BAGGAGE UNATTENDED" every 90 seconds for 8 hours, I get on the plane just to be serenaded by approximately five screaming babies. No offense to screaming babies, but to the parents of screaming babies - please at least try to make your screaming baby not scream so much. Do not leave it strapped in a car seat and shove a DVD player in it's face and pretend nothing is happening. Your baby is like six months old. It' doesn't know who Nemo is. OMG.

I stagger home, recoil at the idea of trying to make it to work in the afternoon, crawl into bed and sleep. For a long time.

More photos:

Walking across the Brooklyn Bridge after pizza at Grimaldi's.


Times Square was insanity. Not my favorite.

On Kathryn's roof. Amazing views! Sadly, we neglected to get a pic with Kathryn.


Sackler Wing at The Met and where they shot one of the scenes from When Harry Met Sally, which is in my Top 3 Favorite Movies List. "Waiter, I would like to try a piece of your pecan pie."

Seeing Chicago at the Ambassador Theater.


My torn up, swollen feet.


Empty Subway ride. It was late.

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of!!!!!!!

There's nothing you can't do, in NEW YOOORRRRRKKKK!!

I had that song in my head THE. ENTIRE. TIME.

But now I'm back and I've got the scars and Playbill to prove it.

Great times were had. New York is one of those places that is just straight up surreal.

Like how in the first 6 hours of being in the city, I saw someone get arrested for shoplifting. Or when I had a total Gossip Girl moment of walking past some teenage girls who were waiting outside a really fancy home on the Upper East Side, texting away on their cell phones dressed in school uniforms. Or seeing all the nannies at the park strolling around with really well-dressed toddlers.

Some notes on New York:

-While I am sure living in New York is slightly less exhausting than playing tourist, I will say visiting is a bit brutal. We’d leave our apartment in Brooklyn around 10:00 a.m. and not come back until 11:00 p.m. And when we did return, we were hurting. One night, my feet were literally swollen. I actually had to soak them in the cold bathtub and do some serious elevating. Sore feet, sore back and I just felt dirty by the time I came home. It was a marathon, everyday. Moleskin was applied to blisters. But of course, worth it.

-Subway rats are gross. Sidewalk rats are more gross. Especially when they scurry out in front of you late at night.

-Contrary to the stereotype, I found New Yorkers to be very nice people. In fact, we didn’t really have to ask for directions. We had a few people just come right up to us and ask where we were going and then proceed to tell us how to get there. I mean, it’s true, people really just keep to themselves and avoid eye contact, but I’m ok with that. It was actually refreshing to know that no one expected me to be out-of-my-way friendly. And my perma-scowl, the one that apparently scared all my existing friends before they knew me, it actually fit right in.

-There are very few overweight people in New York. Or so it seemed. Must be all that walking. Or Armani ads? Actual models you’re forced to see strutting the sidewalks in real life? I don’t know.

-Food is rampant and delicious. My favorites were Shake Shack (the french fries are perfection), Cascabel (tacos!), and the pork dumplings I devoured at the Brooklyn Flea Market.

Other notables: The Met, Central Park Zoo, the MOMA (even though 1/3 of it was closed), matinee of Chicago, breakfast at Mike’s in Brooklyn (best pancakes of my life), paying $12.50 to see Easy A (nothing really to do with New York, well except the $12.50 (!) part but that movie was so, SO funny. Not really for the easily offended, but Emma Stone? She was so great.), and dropping in on Kathryn + family, meeting little (very) Quinn and seeing the amazing view from their roof. Amazing. Truly.

I will say that I did experience some sort of moment of, I don’t know, enlightenment? Panic? I don’t know what it was but as overlooked the city from that roof I was suddenly hit with this realization of how small I really was and how big this world, and that city is. I thought about all the people who are doing really amazing or horrible or crazy things at that exact moment and how anything you want can be found in that place. It was surreal and made my head hurt just a little.

Next time: Attend taping of The Daily Show or The Colbert Report, eat in Little Italy and China Town, buy some street art, Wicked, splurge on a fancy restaurant and avoid flying out of Long Island.

Some iPhone photos below. Although I’m horrible with taking photos, Michelle did take over the camera responsibilities so I'll post those soon.

Waiting for our train.

Dumplings at the Brooklyn Flea Market were delish! Michelle didn't think so, so I ate hers too.

I forget what this place was called, but it was in Soho and claimed to have the world's best chocolate cake. Meh, I've had better.

Walking across the Brooklyn Bridge

Carmine's. Theater district. A friend told us to go here, but failed to mention the portions are meant for groups of 4 or more. It was pretty good though.

My next post will be about that one time I had to spend the night in the Chicago-Midway airport and my coinciding emotional/physical breakdown. Stay tuned. It’s a good one.

Marcel the Shell

I went to a small film festival this weekend in Sugar House Park. This was, far and away, the best film shown.

I don't know, maybe I haven't had much to laugh about recently or maybe I just have a weird sense of humor, but I laughed like I haven't laughed in weeks.

Lighter Notes

I got this on Facebook, but I'm sort of a Facebook snob so I chose to post this in a more exclusive venue. Don't worry, I've got Destinys Child on here. You're welcome.

The Rules: Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen albums you've heard that will always stick with you. List the first fifteen you can recall in no more than fifteen minutes. Tag fifteen friends, including me, because I'm interested ...in seeing what albums my friends choose. (I just tag everyone who reads this. So yeah, all 4 of you can participate).


Something Corporate-North

Jack's Mannequin-Everything in Transit

Martina McBride - Greatest Hits

No Doubt - Return to Saturn

Dashboard Confessional - Swiss Army Romance

The Garden State Soundtrack

Green Day - American Idiot

Maren Ord - Waiting

Ben Folds - Rockin' the Suburbs

Destiny's Child -Destiny Fulfilled

Joshua Radin - We Were Here

Clueless Soundtrack

The Format -Interventions and Lullabies

Pretty Woman Soundtrack

The Carpenters - Christmas Collection

Tears were shed in the making of this post.

Things have been rough lately.

I have bummer days and then I have REALLY bummer days.

I'm trying very hard to have a good attitude and outlook on things, my future, etc. But some days it's just too hard to do. It's a lot easier being sad sometimes, ya know?

This is probably really annoying. I mean, more important things are going on in the world than me being lonely. Babies are starving, peoples homes are burning down, and a lot of people don't have jobs. I know. Which makes me feel feeling stupid for complaining.

But this is my life and I'm about to get real here.

Yesterday, my roommate came home early from church. She was noticeably upset. My roommate is 30. She's successful in her job, smart and overall she has her life together. She's started attending a family ward, which she's really enjoyed. But today, when she came home, she started telling me how she's beginning to feel segregated at church, ostracized for being unmarried and without children. She explained to me she wanted to go to a family ward because she was so sick of feeling the pressure of being single. But now they have started planning "Singles FHE" and "Singles Sunday School."

And then she started to cry.

She let out her frustrations with our religion and the culture that comes along with it, especially heightened in Utah. She said she doesn't understand why, because she is not married, she automatically must be grouped with the other 18-65 year old single people in her ward. What does she have in common with an 65 year old single man? Or an 18 year old single girl? If she wanted to have FHE with other single people or attend Sunday School with single people, she would stay in a singles ward.

And as she cried there in our kitchen, I felt sad. Sad for her, sad that she felt so lonely in a place where she should feel the most like she belonged.

I thought about my own situation. 26. Mormon. Not married. Sometimes I too feel that I'm failing at life because I don't have my own family yet. And yes, some days, I envy those women I see walking their little kids to school or pushing strollers at the park. Of course I do. And on days like yesterday, it's particularly hard to be so bombarded with the realization that I'm not where a lot of my peers are in life.

But. But when I'm done crying about it, done being sad about being single again, done second guessing my decision to call off my wedding, I think about what I'm doing and what I've done. I've traveled. I've seen the world. I'm making my own money. I'm taking care of myself. I'm paying my rent. I'm learning about health insurance and how to change the headlights in my car. I'm taking trips with friends and laying out at the pool all Saturday. And most importantly, I'm listening to the spirit and following the answers I get to my prayers and I know Heavenly Father sees the same value in me as the woman next door with three kids. And yes, some days it's harder than others to feel that, but I know it's true. And I know that when I do get married and start having my own kids, I'm going to come to this blog and complain about how tired I am and how hard it is and I'll probably look back and think "I wish I could hop a plane to New York this weekend."

Until then, I'm ok. For whatever reason, I am not meant to fulfill that role yet. But I will and I look forward to that.

But right now I'm going to research restaurants near Central Park because I'll be in New York in about a week.

That one time I met John Mayer at the Apple Store

Spotted: John Mayer at the Apple Store at The Gateway, approximately 5:00 p.m.
He had a couple Urban Outfitters bags on hand and an entourage of four.

I was in there trying to get my iPhone replaced since I dropped t and shattered the screen. I went in hopeful they would just give me a new phone. Eddie, the BEST Apple Genius EVER told me that even though my broken phone was not covered under warranty, he felt bad and would give me a new one anyway. (!) Although, I'm pretty sure there is some strategy going on back there at the Apple Store because he made me sweat it out for a few minutes while he went to "see what he could do."

That's when I saw him. John Mayer. He started out looking at the iPad displays, not 6 inches from where I was standing. I saw him, turned around and whispered to my coworker "John Mayer is right behind me." Her eyes got big and she scanned the vicinity until she saw him. She about had a heart attack right there. We followed him around the store while a couple people asked him for photos and/or autographs. The Apple Store was packed (when is it not?) but most people sort of ignored him, save a few who asked for autographs/photos. We debated whether or not we cared about being "one of those people" right up until was saw him walking towards the door. Instincts turned on and I caught him on the way out and asked him for a photo. The conversation went something like this:

Me: Hi, John Mayer? (Why did I just call him by his full name? Total "I carried a watermelon?" moment)

John Mayer doesn't hear me.

Me: Hi. John? I'm so sorry to bother you when you're just trying to shop at the Apple Store. I hate people like me, but do you think we could get a photo?

John Mayer: Please don't hate yourself. Yeah, of course.

Me: Thank you so much. I just had to ask. We are going to your show tomorrow.

(we are not going to his show tomorrow)

John Mayer: Cool. Yeah, you just got to go for it sometimes.

Notes:
- John Mayer is a lot taller than I thought.
- He has a rather large head.
- He also looked hung over.
- This guy dated Jennifer Aniston? Really?
- I can't believe I met someone I follow on Twitter.

Sundays are the worst days

Sundays have become my loneliest of days.

They used to be my favorite day of the week. Dan and I would spend all day together: go to church; take a nap; eat dinner at his family's house. They were good days.

Now I dread Sundays. Most everyone I know goes home to their family's on Sundays. I'm done with church at noon so I have an entire day to fill alone. It's sad.

Today I slept in (maybe on purpose) and went to a ward that meets later in the day. It was in the Avenues in this very old ward building that's supposedly one of the first built by the pioneers. The chapel had a balcony level. I sat in it, but it was super uncomfortable because my knees were hitting the pew in front of me. Apparently those pioneers were quite short.

I came home. Laid on my bed for a while, iChatted with Jen, Mom, Lilly and Caleb.

Laid on my bed some more. Downloaded some music off iTunes (used a gift certificate) and then folded some laundry.

I needed to get out of my apartment so I took a drive up Big Cottonwood Canyon.

Then I came back and cleaned out my car.

I flipped through the IKEA catalog. Picked out all the things I'd like to buy but won't because I am determined to not spend money on anything other than absolute necessities.

I took a bubble bath and ate some Skittles.

And then I went over to my new house, signed a month-to-month contract, and put down a deposit. That was exciting.

I can't wait to move.

Hopefully my Sundays get better.

Beginnings

(I'd really like one of these right now. Maybe two.)

Can someone tell me how to get rid of the border around my header? I've tried going into the HTML, but I keep screwing up something else. *Update: Never mind. I figured it out.

I'm looking for a new place to live. My life is going through some major changes, so I figure it's a good time to start fresh with that area too.

Deep Breaths

Dan and I called off our wedding. We broke up two weeks ago.

I don’t know what to say. I don’t really have the strength or motivation to go into details. And it’s really not something I feel comfortable going into depth about on a blog.

It was my decision. He’s hurt. I’m hurt.

But. I know it was the right decision. And I know, even though right now I can’t see how or when, someday, everything will work out and it will be ok. I have faith in that and faith that Heavenly Father will continue to have a hand in my life. He loves me, wants the best for me and he's aware of me, so very aware. I know that. Which is why, although I'm incredibly sad, I'm doing ok.

We'll both be ok.

Hey Batter

Last night I filled in on my roommates' coed softball team. I was really nervous and very reluctant to play. I'm pretty confident in my skills at most sports. But softball isn't one of them.

I mean, I can throw and catch fine. But I have a deep seeded fear of being nailed in the face by a line drive, or accidentally walking behind a batter who is swinging a big metal bat. These are the things that go through my mind when I think about softball. And I can't get them out. I don't know, maybe it's because I was actually nailed in the face by a line drive when I was a pitching for my Little League softball team, the Marlins. It was traumatic. So you see how it would maybe not be something I like to participate in anymore.

Last night I played right field and catcher and luckily, saw very little to no action. I'm ok with that.

Batting was a total different story.

I struck out twice, walked once, but then got tagged out at second base. But I don't think that was my fault because I had zero help from the third base coach who should have shouted at me to stay at second and not try to take third.

Not my fault.

I mean seriously though, I cannot believe I struck out. That is so embarrassing and I just cannot accept that fact that I am THAT girl on the coed softball team. Even my roommate, who throws a ball like her elbow is attached to her torso, got a hit. That is unacceptable to me.

So. If you need me this weekend, I'll be at the batting cage working on my swing because so help me, the next time I'm needed to step up to the plate and perform, I will.

I think I'm on to something here

Wouldn't it be so great if there was a way to find out where the nearest Coke machine was?


I think so. I mean seriously, I don't think there's an app for that.

I can't tell you how many time I've been sitting in my office and dying for a Diet Coke (or regular, but I don't drink those anymore that often.) and tried to think about where a Coke machine would be. Not Pepsi. Not those stupid Vitamin Water machines. Coca-Cola.

There should be some sort of system that allows you to like, input your location or whatever and have all the Coke machines in your vicinity pop up on a map. Like on Google Latitude (which isn't as cool as I thought...right, Jen?)

Anyway, no one better copy my idea and send it to the peeps at Coke. I'm already drafting the email.

State of Self

Day: Tuesday. Wednesday

Time: 11:33 AM

Condition: Sore

Location: Everywhere

Reason: RIGHT HERE

Attitude about Glee coming back: Great!

Attitude about Mr. Shu after he dances with Emma in the living room: Such a cutie!

Attitude about Mr. Shu after makes out with Elpheba: Such an a$$&%^!!

New pair of sunglasses acquired: 1

Number of times I've worn said sunglasses: 0

Number of days it's been raining in a row: 4

High Temperture: 58

Low Temperature: 30

How over this weather I am: Very over it

Friends who ignored /stopped talking to you because you a) aren't married and/or b) don't have children but now that they found out your engaged won't stop asking you about wedding plans: Really? What is that about? You're not even invited.

Taxes Due: Tomorrow, April 15

Portion of Tax Return completed: 0%

Employers who have yet to send me my w2: 1

Stress Level: 87%


I'm going to go get a Diet Coke. Even though I'd rather drink regular Coke.