A Cup Of Sugar And Just A Dash Of Blah

Well, it has been a couple days since I posted. I was really feeling down this weekend and didn't want to bring my blog down with me. I really think it all started when a certain someone decided it would be fun to post hateful messages on my blog. FYI, I do a pretty good job about feeling bad about myself all on my own. I don't need your help.

Now, with that out of the way, on to happier topics to help pull me out of this 2 day funk I've been in. Casey called today and yet again I missed her call. Apparently, the only time they give her to call is when I'm in church. All in all church was pretty good today. We had a special speaker come in and talk about financial management from a Christian perspective. Afterwards, we ran into Bob and his mother. Apparently, poor wittle Bob wasn't feeling well so he wasn't going to stay for Sunday school. He looked his normal shade of pale to me, but what do I know.

After church, my family went over to my grandmother's house for some lunch and ping pong. My grandmother's "friend" hasn't gotten the memo that Bachelor B and I are no longer because he made a point of asking if I came alone. The ping pong tournament was fun to watch, especially because my mother was wearing her amazing expandable pants. Given the right amount of sunlight, her pants grow during the day. She took it as a sign that she had better go have some cake because her pants were expanding beyond her girth. Gotta fill 'em up!

On my way home, I had to stop and get some gas in my car. While I was filling up, I ran inside and grabbed a Diet Coke with Lime. I *love* Diet Coke with Lime. Mmm mmm good. Guess who was manning the register? That would be Bachelor A. It was really kind of awkward. It's been nearly 2 years since I've seen him so we had to exchange the polite chit chat of "What are you doing now? Oh really? That's great. Yeah I've been good too." When really all you're thinking is "Ok give me my change so I can leave."

Anyway, I'll keep today's entry short and sweet. Gonna settle into my chair, watch the storm, and try to stop feeling so blah.

Movie quote of the day:

Can you name the movie?

I've got to hit the little girl's room before I soak my panties...By that I mean my girlfriend's panties...which I carry with me....to pee in....if I don't make it in time to the bathroom....What? You don't pee in your girlfriend's panties?

My Friends Call Me W.H.

I have been appointed the name "The Warhorse" around my house due to the fact that I force my mother to work out with me nearly everyday. I make a point to tell, not ask, her that we are working out the next day. Today we went to the health club and on the way home my father called my mom on her cell. He apparently asked what she was doing and she told him, "I'm just driving home with the Warhorse," at which point I felt it necessary to remind her we are fighting the battle of the bulge! We must be resolute! We must maintain determination! And if she won't, I'll do it for her!

Speaking of working out, some things never cease to amaze me. When we arrived at the club today, there was a woman who walked in right before us. Normally this would be no big deal. However, this lovely human being decided that she was going to monopolize the counter in front of the person who scans our ID's while she searched for her ID. My mother and I, contrary to the woman in front of us, had our ID's in hand and were ready to go in, but because this woman was SO inconsiderate we were forced to wait on her to dig through her purse until finally another attendant came to the desk and scanned us through.

I was really in a grumpy mood for most of the day though because I had to get up at 5:15 to go take Bob and his brother to school. The mother informed me that Bob would be eating his breakfast in his room, to which I thought to myself "Only if he marches his fanny in here and picks up the bowl himself. I don't do room service."

Also, after the workout I had to help my mother take food up to my little brother's school so they could have dinner before their football game. We loaded up the car and what do you think happens? She can't find her keys. So we start looking and not in a very effective manner I might add. Everywhere I went to look for her keys, she followed me. I'm like "Look somewhere else!" Finally, I saved the day and found the keys. After that my day was pretty uneventful with the exception of the glorious nap I got to take this afternoon.

In closing, I'm leaving you all with a nice little video. Enjoy!

Weeee!

All Was Good Until He Captured My Bishop...

So today, being the good Samaritan that I am, I helped this lady out from my church by picking up her children. (Did I mention that money was involved? That helped to motivate my good Samaritan spirit.) Now let me preface this by saying that this woman is just one of the nicest people you will ever meet, far too nice to have the children she has. Well, actually the older child has mellowed out a lot since I met him. The eight year old child, on the other hand, has not improved. For the sake of the story, we'll give him a name. How 'bout Spawn of Satan? No? Too harsh? Ok, fine. We'll just call him Bob.

So everything was great. I picked up Bob and then picked up Bob's brother. As we were driving home, I informed them both that upon arriving home we would all be doing homework. So, we get home and Bob is doing his homework. He mentions that he is hungry so I tell him to finish his homework and then we will look into finding him a snack. So, homework completed, we go in search of something that will satiate the spawn's hunger. We don't find anything in the cabinets or the refrigerator that pleases him so he decides to finish off some crackers that are in his room. So I follow him to his room and sit on his bed to read while he eats crackers and watches cartoons. About 20 minutes later, I glance up from my book and notice a sign on the wall:

NO T.V. BEFORE 6pm!
The time between 3pm and 6pm will be used to do homework, read, and further expand our minds.

So I say, "Hey Bob, what does that sign on your wall say?"
Bob: That was from last year! (please add a whine to your voice while reading so you can receive the full effect of the conversation)
Me: Well it's still on your wall *this* year. What does it say?
Bob: *pout* *slouch* No tv before 6pm.
Me: Right, so I think we had better turn off the tv and find a book to read.

At this point I reach over, push the power button, and watch the picture slowly fade from the screen. Approximately 3 seconds later I'm watch the picture reappear on the screen as a small pale hand pulls away from the TV's power button. I follow the hand thinking there must be some 3rd person in the room because surely Bob would not have the audacity to reach over and turn the TV back on after I have turned it off. However, sure enough, Bob is standing there with a grin on his face as though to say "Aren't I cute? I'm going to spar with you over the TV." At this point I let him know that the on/off state of the television is not up for negotiation. Turn it off now.

Bob reluctantly turned the TV off and started to pout. After many years of teaching piano lessons, I have grown immune to the pout of even the most adorable children so I simply ask where he keeps the books. To this he responds with an "I dunno," like I really buy into him not knowing where the books are. He goes to his closet and pulls out a chess set. He starts to set it up and is talking to me about playing chess. I quickly realize that he is under the impression that *I* am going to be playing chess with him at which point I had to inform him that I don't play chess.

Bob: Well I can teach you how to set it up and how to move the pieces.
Me: I know how to do that, I just don't play.
Bob: Well that's ok, I usually just play 1 on 1 (as though there is some other way to play chess). I can just play me against me.

Well I think that that is just too creepy and seriously bordering on schitzo tendencies so I give in and play with him. Now keep in mind I've played chess all of like once in my life. I know which way the pieces move but there is no method to my madness. Through the whole game he keeps telling me how smart this move was and how great that was, at which point I have to remind him I don't have a clue what I'm doing. Finally, the game ends and I am declared the ultimate champion of chess. Woohoo! Schooled *that* eight year old. Who's next? Bob makes sure to let me know that he was going easy on me.

So, post-chess game Bob is bored once again and wants to watch TV. I, of course, reiterate that that isn't going to happen. So, he decides the next brilliant course of action is to pull out his skateboard to ride around the house.

Me: Bob, I'm pretty sure your mom would not let you do that.
Bob: She does sometimes.
Me: Well, I'm not going to be responsible for you falling and cracking your head open on the tile. Find something else to do.
Bob: Ok, I'll go get my scooter.
Me:.....*sigh*...No, nothing with wheels rolling around in the house.

So we pull out some Fisher Price castle that he starts playing with and I retreat back into my book. About 10 minutes later, I see Bob out of the corner of my eye. He walks over pulls down the sign on his wall. Turns around and tells me "I'm taking it off the wall." Without looking up I simply say "Ok," and continue reading. I guess he thought that by taking down the sign and throwing it away the rule would suddenly go away. He was wrong.

Finally the mom got home and I got to leave with a promise to return at 5:45 tomorrow morning to take them to school. Heaven help Bob if he pushes my buttons tomorrow. I haven't seen 5:45am in a very, very long time, and I'm not really looking forward to seeing it tomorrow.

Random thought:
You make me smile.

Once upon a time there lived a princess named Kristin...

It's sad when you realize your life is a fantasy. Between reruns on TBS this afternoon, I realized that for the next 3 months I'm pretending I'm independently wealthy with nothing better to do than work out and watch Gilmore Girls reruns all afternoon. Then I skipped off to a dinner out with my book of the week and my evening bible study. Aaah what a life.

Then this evening, about the time I walked in the door, I was quickly snapped back to reality when Bachelor B called. He wanted to know why I stopped calling him, at which point I informed him that I hadn't stopped calling him. I called him twice after the last time he called me. It was *he* who stopped the calling. It was weird to be talking to him, trying to be friendly but not fall into the old habit of boyfriend/girlfriend talk. He wants to meet up and talk, hang out like friends, etc etc. I'm not really sure how I feel about it. On the one hand, I feel like I should be adult enough to handle such a thing. On the other hand, I know I'm fine right now, but I don't know how I'm going to feel if I see him. I mean I guess with the way things parted, we just faded away and never really dealt with anything. If I see him, I'm afraid I'll have to deal with everything I never dealt with before. Plus, there's another person in my life right now who gives me all kinds of butterflies, and I don't want to meet up with Bachelor B, have him decide he still likes me, and then have to hurt his feelings. Also, I don't want to hurt his feelings by saying "Hey I'm not sure that you and me hanging out would be such a good idea." He suggested going bowling which I thought would be a safe, public place where he probably would be ok with being "just friends." However, when I brought up the "just friends" phrase during our phone conversation, he didn't seem too keen on that idea. Argh, I don't know. It was really more than I was prepared to deal with tonight. I'm going to retreat back to my fantasy world and pretend it didn't happen, which will be great until he decides to call again.

Random thought:
Does China consider the United States to be to the east or west of them?

Reminiscent Ramblings

I love gray days and cool temperatures. I actually prefer them to sunny days. There's something about clouds in the sky and a nice cool breeze that just calms me down, makes me more relaxed and focused, less random and more mellow. I especially love rainy days when I don't have anywhere to go. I love to curl up on the sofa, wrap up in a quilt, and read a good book. We almost had that kind of day today. Well, we got the gray sky at least, a few sprinkles, but very little breeze and not-quite-cool temperatures. It made me even more excited that winter is quickly approaching. My mom and I like to sit out on the porch and watch the cold fronts blow in. We'll grab a couple blankets, curl up in a lawn chair, and just talk while the wind drops the temperature down 20 degrees within an hour. Seems kind of strange that something as chaotic as a storm could make me calm, but then again I'm a strange cookie.

I went to Chick-Fil-A for lunch after my workout today. Gotta love that logic. "I just burned off 500 calories, I deserve to eat out!" The guy at the counter was giving me a funny look when I was ordering. Keep in mind, if I'm going out for lunch after my workout, I don't go home and shower first. I live 10-15 minutes from any sign of civilization and that is just a monumental waste of gas. So, I don't know if he was looking at me funny because I was stinky or because my face was beet red and he was afraid I was about to keel over right there at the cash register.

When I got home, my dog did the thing that I just *love* for her to do. As I'm pulling into the garage, she will walk over and sit down right in front of my car. Now, keep in mind, she doesn't do this after I'm in the garage, but rather comes and does this while I'm waiting for the garage door to go up. You would think it would be simple to get her to move. Whistle at her. Snap your fingers through your open window. Call her name. But no, my dog just sits there and I have to put my car in park, get out, grab her collar, and practically drag her out of the way. I'm apparently the only one in the house that she plays this game with. Lucky me.

Random thought:
I'm having a long distance love affair with a beautiful pair of knee high boots. They're waiting for me to buy them and they're on sale! I could save 15 packs of gum!!!!

Hair Scares

Well I have great news! Casey called me today!!! I didn't get to talk to her because I was in church, but she said that she's doing fine and basic is not as bad as she thought it would be. Just 4 more weeks and she graduates from basic! I'm going to be going down to see her that weekend, and I can't wait.

Not much really happened today. I went to church and then went to work out. When I got home I ran into my brother's girlfriend. She was attempting to take a nap on our sofa upstairs. She got up and talked to me for a few, and she just got her hair done. Usually her hair is brown with highlights, but right now it is black. It doesn't really look bad, just different. She hates it. I remember one time I decided I wanted to be cool like everyone else and had my mother chop 3 inches off my hair. I bawled, I was so upset. So I can totally empathize with her situation. At the time my mother told me that "Hair grows." Her stylist told her "It'll lighten up." I found out hair doesn't grow nearly fast enough. Hopefully, she doesn't find herself in the same situation. After that I just relaxed and chatted/played games with Wally. Super tons o' fun! Hopefully tomorrow will present some more exciting topics.

I decided to close out with a some lyrics instead of a random thought tonight. This is called "The Nearness of You" by Norah Jones (a Texas gal just like myself). Enjoy!

It's not the pale moon that excites me
That thrills and delights me, oh no
It's just the nearness of you

It isn't your sweet conversation
That brings this sensation, oh no
It's just the nearness of you

When you're in my arms and I feel you so close to me
All my wildest dreams come true

I need no soft lights to enchant me
If you'll only grant me the right
To hold you ever so tight
And to feel in the night the nearness of you

A Car Wreck in the Locker Room

So I went to the gym today and while I was there, I walked through the locker room to go take a look at the pool. NEWS FLASH: In case you were unaware, if you go in the locker room at my health club you are going to see nekkid people.

I mean, I expected that there would be people changing clothes, but wanna-be nudists I was not prepared for. There was this woman who had just come in from the pool, walking around the locker room with her one piece bathing suit halfway pulled off and she was neither young nor thin. Now by walking around, I don't mean she went to drop a towel in the return bin or she walked 3 feet to pick up her bag. I mean she walked clear from one end of the locker room to the other while I was walking through, all her jiggly bits out for everyone to witness. There's a little sitting room with a tv and some couches at the entrance to the locker room, and apparently she was interested in what was on tv. So there she stood, half-clothed, watching tv. It was like a car wreck, I wanted to look away but I just couldn't! I mean, is it really too much to ask that she pull the top part of her bathing suit back up if she's going to be doing casual traveling around the locker room?

Perhaps I'm just way more inhibited than most women. Maybe they don't care about being completely nekkid around strangers. It ooks me out, and if I ever have to change clothes at the health club, rest assured I will either lock myself in a bathroom stall or walk the 3 feet from the lockers to the changing rooms. I wiil not be baring my bits and pieces to the rest of the world.

Random thought:
A flea and a fly in a flue
Were imprisoned, so what could they do?
Said the fly, "let us flee!"
"Let us fly!" said the flea.
So they flew through a flaw in the flue.
-Ogden Nash

Civic Duties & Facing Fears

Well I was a busy busy girl today. I went and cast my vote for president today. It really was empowering, felt like I made a difference, exercised my constitutional rights, etc. Although I have to say I don't have much confidence that my vote will actually be counted. Apparently today they decided to put all the people who have a complete inability to focus in charge of checking registrations and handing out ballots. There was this girl who had to write down my name because I had registered but I hadn't gotten my card yet. The lady who checked my registration in the computer was trying to explain to this woman that she needed to write my name down. Finally she got her to stop smiling and waving at the person across the room and handed her my drivers license. Let me say, I have never seen a person write more slowly than this woman did. So, while I did cast my vote, who knows if the people at the courthouse will have the attention span to actually pick up the ballot box and take it to be tabulated.

Also, I went to a movie by myself for the first time today!!!! (*pauses for cheers and applause*) Thank you, thank you. It really wasn't that horrible, especially since I practically had the theatre to myself. I went and saw Raise Your Voice, the new Hilary Duff movie. I enjoyed it, but then again it was singing, romance, and other sappy stuff. How could I not like it?!? The only bad part was walking out to my car behind the theatre all by myself at 10pm. As I was walking, every Lifetime movie I've ever seen (and I've seen mmore than my fair share) started flashing through my head. Then I turned my head to see some guy in all black about 30 feet behind me at which point my fast paced walk turned into a near sprint. I nearly ran right out of my favorite black flip flops (my footwear of choice since it's STILL hot here)! The good news is I made it home, safe, sound, and without a single rock being thrown at me.

Now it's time for me to snuggle up in bed with my purple quilt, tap my vornado to encourage it to live again, and drift off to sleep. Sweet dreams all.

Random thought:
"Laughter is the shortest distance between two people."
-Victor Borge

Hell has not frozen over in Texas

I love cold weather. I love long-sleeved tshirts and blue jeans. I love leaving my windows open and curling up in my big fluffy down comforter like it's a cocoon. Most of last week was gorgeous weather. Highs in the upper 60's. I thought autumn had finally arrived in Texas, but I was wrong. It's been hot here all week. Now by hot I don't mean "hot for fall" or "We hit 75 today." I'm talking sweaty, humid, 90 degrees outside kind of hot.

To top it all off, my family lives in a house that is too expensive to heat or cool to a comfortable level. Our house is hot in the summer and cold in the winter. Only if the temperature reaches above 85 or below 50 upstairs are we allowed to utilize that modern convenience known as air conditioning/heating. My only solace in the summer months is my fan collection, which I leave running 24/7. I have a ceiling fan which has 3 settings, of which I use only one - high. Then there is my oscillating fan. It has a themometer on it to remind me just how freakin' hot it is in my room. Finally I have my bed side fan called the "Vornado." I love this little fan. It has been my companion for 4 years. Sadly it died 4 days ago. I just looked over, the power was on, but the blades weren't moving. I knocked it around a bit, but nothing happened. I considered giving it a proper burial and eulogy, but instead I decided to leave it on my nightstand, power switch in the on position, just in case it decides it wants to run again. But until that happens, I'm left to deal with HOT weather and only 2 fans to cool my room. Cruel and unusual right?

Random thought:
I really enjoy your company.

It was a requested, so here it is.

What a man, what a man, what a man, what a mighty fine man

Do you ever notice that when a relationship is over you can look back and pinpoint several moments that marked the beginning of the end? For example, when I bought a t-shirt that says "When I snap you'll be first on the list," and I told my then boyfriend "I was thinking of you when I bought this *grin*," that was probably one of those moments. Of course I was just kidding, but he didn't see the humor in it. I look back at my last two serious relationships and I can see some definite breaking points.

With Bachelor A, it was obvious to me that the end was near when he wouldn't spend 5 minutes on the phone with me while I was writhing in agony because I needed a root canal. He lived 40 minutes away from me and he was without a car so I knew he couldn't come see me, but I did need a little comforting. Four months later, we were kaput. Nine months later, he accepted that we were kaput.

Nine months later also marked when I moved on to Bachelor B. Bachelor B was actually great for a long time. He never really did much to make me want to break up with him. I mean, sure we had our little tiffs, probably more than we should have had, but still he was pretty good to me. Then he forgot our 6 month anniversary. I think that was when I had my first negative feelings toward him, but after that everything was pretty good again so those feelings began to dissipate. Our one year anniversary and both our birthdays were around the same time. Apparently he was feeling like an overachiever because in a 2 month span of time he managed to anger me more than he had in the entire time I had known him. He was shocked that I wanted to hold him to the same "standards" that he had for his previous girlfriend. Now tell me, what does that say about me? How am I less special or important than her? Then neither of the gifts I gave him for his birthday and our anniversary seemed good enough to him. I guess that shows where our core differences were. There are those people who just want "stuff," doesn't matter what it is. Just give them stuff and they feel cared for and happy. For me, if someone gives me a gift, I want them to think about me and find something that shows that they really considered what I might like. Maybe it's something sentimental or maybe it's an activity that I've been wanting to do for a long time. It's presents like that that make memories. Anyway, I don't know what happened with Bachelor B. I don't know if we just mutually, without words, acknowledged that our relationship wasn't working, or what. We just stopped talking to eachother and haven't talked since.

The reasons for sharing these things are 3 fold:
1. They were floating around in my head.

2. I think it is good to vocalize what it is that hasn't worked in the past so that you can better picture what you want in the future and set your goals to achieve that.

3. I think I'm ready to find Bachelor C. I love the firsts of relationships. The first time you hold hands. The first kiss goodnight. The first time you just have a night in together. And I love the butterflies, that excitement that gathers in the pit of your stomach when you see or hear from the new object of your affection. But more than anything I think I want what most girls probably want, a relationship where the butterflies don't end. Perhaps it's naive to believe that the butterflies can last forever. Every relationship is going to have its down cycles. But I do want a relationship where, when the cycle is up again, the butterflies come back. I want to find a man who is creative in expressing how he feels about me, who gives back to me as much as I give to him, who is thankful to have me and who I'm thankful to have, who isn't afraid to express his feelings and who isn't averse to me expressing my feelings. It's a pretty tall order, I know, but I'm optimistic. It may take me till Bachelor Z to find the guy I want, but I'm tired of settling.

My mother has always told me that I deserve more than what the men I date offer me. I think I'm going to start taking her advice. You know you're getting old when you realize Mom is right.

Anyway, not a very light-hearted entry for today, but certainly something I felt I needed to get down. Thanks for listening

"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."
-Confucius

All That's in a T?

Well I did a handwriting analysis at http://www.handwritingwizard.com/ I just love doing stuff like that. They have you write a little paragraph and then you go through and see how the way you write (I'm talking down to the way you cross your t's) reflects your personality. Anywho, here are the results:

Kristin is secretive. She has secrets which she does not wish to share with others. She intentionally conceals things about herself. She has a private side that she intends to keep that way, especially concerning certain events in her past. Kristin uses judgment to make decisions. She is ruled by her head, not her heart. She is a cool, collected person who is usually unexpressive emotionally. Some may see her as unemotional. She does have emotions but has no need to express them. She is withdrawn into herself and enjoys being alone. The circumstances when Kristin does express emotions include: extreme anger, extreme passion, and tremendous stress. If someone gets her mad enough to tell her off, she will not be sorry about it later. She puts a mark in her mind when someone angers her. She keeps track of these marks and when she hits that last mark she will let them know they have gone too far. She is ruled somewhat by self-interest. All her conclusions are made without outside emotional influence. She is very level-headed and will remain calm in an emergency situation. In a situation where other people might get hysterical, she has poise. Kristin will work more efficiently if given space and time to be alone. She would rather not be surrounded by people constantly. In a relationship, she will show her love by the things she does rather than by the things she says. Saying "I love you" is not a needed routine because she feels her mate should already know. The only exception to this is if she has logically concluded that it is best for her mate to hear her express her love verbally. Kristin is not subject to emotional appeals. If someone is selling a product to her, they will need to present only the facts. They should present them from a standpoint of her sound judgment. She will not be taken in by an emotional story about someone else. She will meet emergencies without getting hysterical and she will always ask "Is this best for me?"

People that write their letters in an average height and average size are moderate in their ability to interact socially. According to the data input, Kristin doesn't write too large or too small, indicating a balanced ability to be social and interact with others.

Makes it sound like I'm devoid of emotion for most of my life. I don't believe that is true, but I do believe I think things through with my head rather than my heart most of the time. In high school, my best friend and I referred to ourselves as "over-analyzers." We could take any situation and talk about it for HOURS, breaking it down into peices and seeing what everything could possibly mean. It was always fun, though the situation never turned out to be nearly as complex as we had built it up to be.

As for my day, it was all good until I decided to get out of bed. Remember that brief 12 minute trip to the stair master yesterday? Bad idea. I've got an ache through my butt and hips that makes it near impossible to walk. Anytime I had to move today, I was practically waddling for the first 10 or so steps until the pain subsided to the point where I could feign an almost normal walking posture.


Random thought:
This is not the greatest song in the world. This is just a tribute. I couldn't remember the greatest song in the world. This is just a tribute.

Yesterday was better

Saturday was so nice. Slept late. Didn't have to work out. Watched cartoons. Didn't have to work out. Went to a movie. Didn't have to work out. I think you're getting the idea.

Today has still been good though, even if I did have to work out. I got up, went to church, and went out to eat lunch with the fam. So good so far right? Well, then came the workout. I decided I needed a day to do weights so I can build a little muscle and burn calories faster. Today was supposed to be weights day. Man those machines are intimidating. Apparently you have to smarter than me to figure out how they work. Actually, that's not true. I could have figured it out, but the thing is, you only have a small window of time from the moment you approach the machine to figure out how it works. Otherwise, everyone around you begins to realize that you don't have a clue what you're doing and massive embarrassment ensues. So I tried to figure out this one leg machine but that wasn't happening. Instead I did 30 mins on the elliptical trainer, 50 crunches on this abdominal machine thinger, and 12 minutes on the stair master. I felt pretty good about myself so I rewarded myself with a diet cherry limeade from Sonic as a post workout treat. Mm mm good.

I now have to figure out what to do with the rest of my afternoon. Gb usually entertains me with chatting and games, but he has to do his homework *sniff sniff*. Maybe I'll go design a few things for There and clean my room. Well, I'll at least go design a few things for There. No need to get too ambitious.

Random Thought:
I hate socks. They make me feel confined.

A Day At The Movies

So I went to see Shark Tale today, and I should have known better than to get really high hopes for this movie. Everytime I get truly excited about a movie, I always come away disappointed. I mean overall, it wasn't a *bad* movie. It was just one of those where all the funny parts were in the previews so by the time I saw the movie, after months of advertising and watching that little "Movie First Look" thing that AMC has on at their theatres, I didn't think they were all that funny anymore. It was definitely a one-timer (a movie that you only see once and definitely don't buy on video unless you want it to collect dust in your DVD cabinet).

Speaking of going to movies, I'll tell ya'll about my dream I had the other night. It was definitely the weirdest dream I've had in recent history. So I'm at the movies with my little brother and we got a giant tub of popcorn, some lemon drops, and some root beer drops (don't ask me which movie theatre sells those because none come to mind). By the end of the movie, we've eaten all the popcorn but we haven't touched the lemon drops or the root beer drops so I drop them in the empty tub of popcorn to carry them out. As we're exiting our theatre there's this chick who works at the theatre who tells us "Here let me weigh your trash and we'll give you some free candy." So I'm thinking hey good deal and I hand her the tub. As she turns away from me, I realize the drops are still in the tub and I try to tell her to let me get them out and she's like "Hang on it will take just one minute." So I'm thinking that surely she is going to see the drops and hand them back to me. She comes back with a white plastic bag that has candy in it which I take from her thinking that my drops will be in there with the free candy. I get to my car and low and behold, no drops, just some lifesavers type candy. So I STORM back inside and start screaming at the top of my lungs "GIVE ME MY DROPS. THOSE DROPS COST ME 7 BUCKS AND THE CANDY IN THAT BAG IS NOT WORTH 7 BUCKS!!!" Of course the people who work at the theatre are like "You need to calm down ma'am" to which I respond "YOU NEED TO GIVE ME MY DROPS!" So I go over to the concession stand, they give me some more lemon and root beer drops and I leave. I apparently got really upset while I was having the dream and when I woke up it was like I was crying or something. Really really weird dream.

Beyond that there's not too much new with me. I did buy the 4th season of CSI Las Vegas on DVD yesterday. I wasn't going to because the last time I was at Target it was like 65 bucks and I was trying to be frugal. BUT, yesterday when I went to Target, it was $59.99!!!! A SALE!!!! So then I couldn't live without it because when are they gonna cut the price like that again?!? Prolly not until at least next week and who can wait that long?!? So I spent most of yesterday watching the 4th season. I really can't pass up a sale. I start thinking about how much money I'm saving and I just can't stop myself. It's like when they put shaving cream on sale "5 bottles for 10 bucks (save $2)", I start thinking hey that's like 2 packs of gum!!! Course, I never stop to think "Or I could just not buy it at all and that's like 10 packs of gum." Target preys on people like me. I should start a support group.

Anyway, that's all I got. How'd ya like that

Random Thought:
What would possess a person to think it's a "good idea" to back up in the middle of a major road? If you miss your turn, why not just make a U-Turn or take the next street and turn yourself around in someone's driveway? I will never understand people with the mindset of "Hey honey we just missed our turn. I'll just pop 'er in reverse, the people coming up behind us going 60 miles per hour won't mind."

The Post-Workout Whine

So far I've been pretty good spirited, but after day 6 of working out, I think I'm allowed a bit of a whine session. My mom was in drill team when she was in high school and they had a little "cheer" that they would do that describes exactly how I feel:

My back is achin'
My belt's too tight
My hips are shakin'
From left to right


Well, the first too lines are accurate anyway. My hips will be doing little to no shaking. I plan to keep them firmly planted either in my computer chair or on my bed for most of the afternoon. Anywho, that about covers it for the post-workout whine. The good news is tomorrow is my day off from working out. Woohoo!

Random thought:
I think it is inhumane to expect me to be up before the sun gets up.

El Dia Dos (I think that's how you say "Day 2" in Spanish)

The weather today was gorgeous! I think it stayed pretty much in the 60's with wind and lots of sun. I actually accomplished a couple things today, surprising as that may be considering I'm an unemployed bum for the next 3 months. We've hit day number 2 on the blog writing and day 5 on the working out tally. Actually did an hour on the elliptical trainer thing which I've decided is just too much fun (if exercise can actually be considered "fun"). However, there was a bit of an incident on the way TO the gym. If you recall from yesterday, traffic irritates me. What irritates me more is people who don't go at least the speed limit. Sure I understand "limit" implies that that is the fastest speed that you are supposed to drive. At the same time, it implies that it is appropriate and acceptable to drive BELOW the posted speed. I beg to differ. If you are not driving AT LEAST the speed posted, you're going too slow, and I'd really prefer it if you'd drive at least 5 miles over the speed limit. What are the odds that a cop is really going to take time out of his day to give you a ticket for that?!?!

I *almost* went and saw a movie all by myself for the very first time ever today. I don't know why but going to the movies by myself just kind of ooks me out. I mean I've seen other people at the movies alone before. No one shuns them or throws rocks at them or talks about how pathetic they must be to have to come see a movie all alone. However, somewhere along the way I developed the concept in my little head that going alone is "bad". Call me lame, but I reeeally want to see that new Hilary Duff movie. I love movies that have singing and happy endings. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside as well as strengthens my delusion that real life should be like a Hilary Duff movie. Sure people will be mean to me for the first 45 minutes but in the end I win AND I get the guy. I'm just not seeing a down side.

What I *did* end up doing was going to watch my little brother play football. He's 13 and is about a head and shoulders taller than everyone else on his team. Those little boys on the opposing team just don't stand a chance when he comes after them.

Anywho, I've decided to close out my posts from now on with some sort of random thought. In case you didn't know, I get random thoughts all the time. I also want some sort of catch phrase to start out my posts but I'm willing to take suggestions on that. I don't have the attention span to come up with one on my own.

The thought for today is:
You don't need penicillin. Chicken noodle soup and ginger ale make everything better.

That about covers it for now. I know you can't wait for tomorrow's gossip. Till then, adios.

Whoa! I have a blog!

Well we can all thank GB from There (aka Wally) for telling me where to go to set up a blog. Now, lucky you, you get to read all about what's going through my head (scary thought). Anywho, I guess I'll start this little endeavor with a little bit about myself. First and foremost to remember, I get bored quickly so this little escapade probably won't last long.

Now for some of the basics about me:

I'm 23 years old and my birthday is August 7th. Now you have absolutely no excuse for not wishing me a happy birthday in 10 months. I graduated from Texas Christian University in May with a degree in eBusiness. I'm currently unemployed (woohoo for being a bum) but I'll be starting a job at a company called Accenture (http://www.accenture.com) in January. I recently joined a new health club and I've gone everyday since they opened to work out (that's a running total of 4 days now, but remember I get bored easily so it probably won't last much longer). I'm also an introvert so I don't really like to be around people all the time and when I am around people I prefer small groups. When it comes to friends, I prefer quality over quantity. If someone wants to get to know me, they really have to try for me to actually let them in and let them get to know me.

My best friend is Casey. We were potluck roomies our freshman year of college and we've been friends ever since. Whenever we get together we usually go see just about every movie that has come out recently. She went into the airforce about a week ago (let's have a collective "Awww *sniff sniff*") so I'm missing her alot.

Now for my love life. I'm single. That about covers that.

My hobbies include listening to and writing music, playing a game called There (http://www.there.com), playing Sims 2, shopping, going to movies, and watching CSI. I also design custom content for There so if you're interested in seeing what I've done, take a look at http://www30.brinkster.com/threadsbyez

Things that irritate me (and which I will probably rant about on a regular basis) are:
-traffic
-stupid people
-the sound of teeth scraping on a fork as you pull it out of your mouth
-people who bring screaming children to the movies

I'll stop there. There are lots of things but those are the top 4 probably. I'm sure you'll figure out what else irritates me over the course of the week that I actually write on this thing.

Well that about covers it for now. I'm off to play some There.