Grumpy Pants

I have been wearing my grumpy pants for 4 days in a row now - technically 4.5. I keep trying to get out of my funk, as I know attitude is a decision most of the time, but I can't! These grumpy pants are not coming off! I've gotten myself so stressed about so many things and work is beyond stressful and chaotic - we are talking insane. I use all of my stress-management capabilities during work, so by the time 5 o'clock rolls around, I can't handle anything else. Then I have the stress of knowing I have to work out hard every day (if I didn't, I'd be more stressed), over-committing my schedule, doing one thing when I'd rather be doing something else, having to cook all my meals, knowing I won't be able to sleep because I am so stressed then being more stressed the next day because of the lack of sleep....well, you get the picture. I'm cracking. I'm so fried mentally I can't even think of a way to climb out of this hole. I know we've all been there and that now is just my turn, but I really really don't like my grumpy pants! They just don't fit me well.

Soap

When does one soap-up their hands? Before turning on the water? After?
I prefer after, but have observed quite a few "before's" recently...
Is there a protocol?

Locked

I believe I tempted the fates when I blogged about not much to blog about.
I am an idiot. Full-fledged, as a matter of fact.
I went to the gym with a dear friend on Saturday morning. I was chatting away, which is obviously a distraction, because I took about two steps away from the car while doing my traditional "pat down." You know, checking the pockets for the appropriate baggage.
No keys. In my ignition? Oh yes.

I would like us all to take a moment of silence to mourn the loss of my brain.

Now, I would like to dedicate some time to the fabulous Shayla! She left her workout, went to my house to pick up the spare key, brought it to the gym, and didn't make me feel crazy at all (even though she probably had a really good laugh about it). This girl is beyond amazing. When I think of exactly the kind of friend that is everything you could ask for - she is it - and then about 10 gazillion additional amazing things. She serves with such joy and love in her heart - and lets me do the same for her! Yeah for Shayla!

In the end, my friend and I were rescued. Not before I had to plead with the gym people to let me in without my pass (which they did because the recognized me as a regular) and embarrass myself a little more.

Nothing

I haven't blogged in awhile. Not for lack of blog-worthy events happening in my life, but because I am in the midst of so many wonderful things that I want a conclusion on before I write all about it. I guess. Not quite sure.
I did find these really awesome mystery bruises when my pants slid up at the gym the other day. I wonder what I did? Theories?

Oh February Tree, Oh February Tree...

I disgust myself.
My "January Tree," which was once a "Christmas Tree," is still displaying itself and all its glory in my front room.

*update* - I took down the tree February 2 in celebration of Ground Hog's day and the fact that I had help :-)

Old Year's Resolutions

I don't make New Year's Resolutions.
If I did, looking back on '09, I would have hit all of my New Year's Resolutions if they looked something like this:
1. Visit: Alaska, Hawaii, New York (twice), New Jersey, Washington (twice), Oregon (twice), Idaho (thrice), Nevada, Ohio, Kentucky, California (twice)
2. Lose 5% body fat
3. Star in two musical productions
4. Be a paid model
5. Go on an average of at least one date per month
6. Eat at a 5-star restaurant in a 5-star hotel
7. Quit smoking and drinking (ok, so I never started, but still...it counts, right?)
8. Directly influence two couples towards marriage
9. Bake over 200 batches of cookies
10. Be a better friend to everyone around me and myself

Skinny Arms

Men wearing sleeveless shirts at the gym always kinda cracks me up.
Last night, I saw this man with little twig arms wearing a big t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. Really? Sir, who are you trying to impress? Cause you are failing...miserably.
Even if a man has masterpiece arms with every rippling muscle displayed perfectly, after I think about how Michelangelo would appreciate him, I still get a little giggle.
Put your clothes on, gentlemen!

The Dating Race

Some of my friends (Jon, Shayla, Eric) are doing a dating competition.
Eric decided to let me help his cause and he blogged about it.

The rules?
They decided to put together a little friendly contest to see how many first dates they can have in the month of January.
Once they've gone on a date, they will add a blog post about that date, along with a picture of the date. At the end of the month of January, they will ask for a vote on which date (for each of us) we think was best. They will then go on a group second date with the people we choose, and the winner (the one of with the most dates) will not have to pay.

What do you think?

Dating Statistics

24% of the individuals I have been on dates with in my entire life have been in the past 19 months since I moved to SLC.
44% have been in the past 3 years.
56% when I was ages 16-26.

As far as the number of dates, if I count a maximum of 3 dates with any individual (if I dated them for a few months, I can only count 3), then, ironically enough, the 44% and 56% still apply, but the number since I moved to SLC jumps to a whopping 26%.

Crazy that pretty much half the dating in my life has taken place in the last 3 years and the other half took 10!

Trailer Home

When I was home for Christmas, my cousin showed me this photo of a home in the area. How beautiful, right? Just a little old home nestled amongst the trees...

Then it hits you...In case you need a better look...YES, indeed, this is a house built around a trailer. Brings a new meaning to the term "trailer home." I'd say it was at this moment I knew I was home, but then I can't leave out the conversation I heard at the grocery store about kissing cousins and how kissing them is ok, but anything more just isn't right. Ew.