baaack to the Rio Grande Valley

I made it. I drove almost 4000km to get here, but I made it.

And I'm alive.

And I never have to make that trip again.. until next year when I go home. No big deal.

I have already learned a few things since I got back this semester.

First. Sarah makes me so very happy and I don't know how I survived a whole month without her.

I'm so lucky to have the roomies that I do. I love both of them.

I miss my mom. She is the best.

People love Canadians for some reason. I tell ya. Whenever I tell an instructor I'm from Canada their eyes light up.. I'm not even kidding. I see a giant A appear in their eye as they start asking me questions about where I'm from and get all excited if I know the places they have visited.

Good thing I was voted "Teachers Pet" in my graduating class in HS.

It's embarrassing, but whatever.

Thanks to the Canadians who have paved the way before me.

I decided to organize my facebook chat and newsfeed into groups. Anyone I added into the group "family" was sent a request to add me as a family member without me knowing it. Thats super awkward because I put a lot of people in that group who aren't really my family. "Oh hi, Janeen wants to be apart of your family so please add her and describe your relationship to her with either daughter.. sister.. niece even though she is none of the above..... etc" You get the point. So peoples. Be careful who you add to the group family because they will find out.

I decided once again to exercise regularly as my new years resolution. It's already Jan 12 and I haven't even moved a muscle yet. Fail already.. terrible. So what do I do? I register for a 10km race on the weekend. I'm going to die. Talk about over compensating... if I never blog again after this weekend you will know how I died. 

This semester has given me a whole new perspective on the poor student feeling.

Poor student. Poor me.

I'm not a morning person. I don't know how I did it last summer. I actually woke up at six almost every day last summer. Even my days off I was awake by 7:30 or 8:00. What the heck. I can't even hardly get myself out of bed by 7:30 anymore. And when I do get up, I have to spend five minutes holding my eyes open or else I will fall asleep getting ready for school.

I have a baby crush on my microbiology teacher. He's Spanish and handsome and strict and without saying a word he stares deep into your soul and penetrates his silent eyes into the corners of your brain hypnotizing you into working harder than you ever have in your life. He also occasionally drives a motorized scooter to school. Not a moped. Like a stand-on scooter. Yeah. One of those. Helmet and all.

He is also the owner of the best pizza place in the valley. Part time heart throbber micro teacher part time pizza dough flipper. Now that's a real man, I tell ya.

Okay so that was over the top.

Here we go again. Another thing I learned.

Sometimes I do that. Take things one step too far.

I'm taking this class called Art Appreciation. Ask me about it tomorrow and I will tell you a story.

I'm super tired so I'm going to bed.

anti-stresscase

My whole life I've kind of been a bit of a stress case.

Okay that may be a little bit extreme, but I do freak out over big things.. and little things.

So yeah. A stresscase.

I used to throw up before the 100m in track.

My nails are always chewed. (Gross I know. I'm quitting.)

I often had meltdowns before big tests.

I know. It's embarrassing.

I'm doing better though I'm proud to say.

I have at least three tests every week right now.. and if I fail I get kicked out of my program.

 And I think I'm doing quite well with not getting overly stressed.

My mama would be proud.

I've been trying some of these out. 

I think a little bit of stress is good. It keeps me going and makes me finish things.

But not having too much stress has changed my whole life.

I am a happy person. =)

source

I am a cyber-nerd.

Confession time.

I have cyber friends. So many cyber friends.

Is that creepy and weird?

Maybe..

source.

I skype with my dear friend Ryann Newby.. Quite regularily as well. She knows pretty much everything that happens in my life too. If we are not skyping we are texting. Or chatting on facebook. Have I ever actually hung out with her? Nope. =) Will I go to her wedding? Yep. We're weird. Leave us alone.

Sometimes I chat on facebook with Justin Riddle. Long story short, he's a friend of a friend and a friend? I don't know. He's funny though, and he knows me surprisingly well considering he only knew who I was because he remembered my name started with  J, and remembered that I had a blog.

Props to him for being a facebook creep as well.

Then, I have some friends from Puerto Rico. Some of them know Cody even. Cool right? I like to talk to them sometimes too, even though English is their 2nd language. Perhaps I will have to learn some Spanish..

Do I reallly have to get into my blogfriends? What about my blogfriends. I follow a bazillion of them. The happenings in each of their lives has become important to me okay?

I think I have a problem.

sidenote: all of this blows my mother's mind.

mail math.

This is a letter. 

I get one every most Tuesdays.

My letter....

minus one of these

equals nothing on Tuesday.

Yes blogworld. Cody's email today said this.

"PS.. the letter I sent last week.... I accidently put it in the mail thing without a stamp..I'm sorry! I'm so dumb. I dunno if it's gonna make it or not....hahaha"

Good thing he's cute.

all photos found here.

sometimes my head gets lost.

Sometimes I'm really dumb..

I have no idea where my head was today.

You see, today, I did this dumb thing.

At work, we have this van we drive around. At the end of the day, one of the girls I work with asked me if I would return the keys to the kiosk. I thought to myself, "I'm going to forget to put them away."

I took the keys from her and dropped them in my pocket and went into the kiosk.

I got home a while later and reached my hand in my pocket and there were the van keys. I panicked a little bit, sent my boss a text to tell him that I had them and then tried to figure out how to get them there the next morning by 7:30am. I don't work until 11am. (sidenote. I work in Waterton. It's 35 min away.) I then got a phone call from a girl at work. 

"Hey.. do you know where the keys are?"

I answered with a yes.. and let her know I had them. I apologized. She figured she could do without them the rest of her shift. Meanwhile, I was failing at finding a way for the keys to get back to Waterton. I decided I would just drive them back.

I pull up to the kiosk and hand Laurie the keys. She smiles and as she is taking the keys from my hand, she says, "the van keys.. wait.. do you know where the EP3 keys are?"

sidenote: EP3 keys are important. Storage room keys and what not.

I then realize that the phone call earlier was in fact not about the van keys but about the EP3 keys. I then think about where the EP3 could be. Who was the last one to open a storage room...

No idea.

Then I have a memory of Jenn tossing me the keys in the last few minutes of work. I realize I maybe had the keys.

Great.

So, I tell her it's possible I have them.

She laughs. Not a big deal... 

but kind of.

I come home and reach into the pocket of my work pants and there are the EP3 keys.

source.

Sometimes I wonder about my brain.. 

The end.

Where is Mark when you need him.

Facebook is playing tricks on me.

Not cool.

Exhibit A:

OH hi.. there I am.. no problems..

Exhibit B

BAM.

I'm gone.

 Just a white shadow with a grey background.

It does this back and forth and back and forth all the time.

First my wall posts.

Now my photos.

I tried filing a "bug report" in the help center.

This is what I got back.

Suuureeee you read them. I sent them another one. Same thing.

I tried something new.

I tried tagging him but clearly he doesn't like being tagged in things. 

Or maybe he doesn't like being tagged by people who only half-exist according to facebook.

If anyone knows how to reach Mark please let me know.

Or if you know how to exist on facebook 24/7 instead of just 12/7 please let me know.

sidenote: Creepy internet pedophile: 

You now know where I live and where I went to school. 

I'm moving in twenty five days so you best come find me quick.

opinions.

Ever feel like the opinions of everyone else are so strong that you can't quite figure out your own?

Like everyone else has been so quick to tell you what they think

or what they think you should think

or assume what you are going to do 

or ask what you think

that you can't even put a finger on what it is you think of the situation

because you just haven't had the time to think about it yet?

I feel as if I have been bombarded by the thoughts of others recently

and my own thoughts have been swallowed up in a river of very strong opinions

and the current keeps carrying them away.

source.

I just don't know what to think.

K x2.

I'm really glad Kate exists because:

1. She gives me part of her lunch when I don't have one.

2. She thinks headless skunks on the road are as hilarious as I do.

3. She eats weird food.

4. I'm not sure anyone else would listen to me rattle on in circles about the same thing for as long as I did today.

5. She doesn't judge me for being stupid sometimes and I know anything I say will actually stay between the two of us.

I'm really glad Karlee exists because:

1. She makes really good food and let's me sit and watch her make it, and then lets me eat it.

2. She is the biggest sweetheart ever.

3. She is going to cook things and then let me pay her to pretend I cooked them.

4. She is so motivated and such a hard worker and she doesn't procrastinate. I'm pretty sure I did well in high school because of her.

5. She is steady. She knows what she wants and what she believes and doesn't change.

I'm not intentionally leaving anyone out, because I do have many best friends and I love them all, but I spent this weekend with mostly these two girls and I decided I needed to write how much I appreciated both of them the past couple days. Thank you both for being so understanding. =)

{sidenote} There are more than five reasons I am glad these girls exist.

source.

GO AWAY.

Sometimes things just need to go away. 

How do you make something go away when it just keeps coming back?

 Past is past. Gone. Done. It needs to stay there. It is better that way. It just likes to creep up unexpectedly though. 

I'm always caught off guard.

BAM.

Maybe if I say go away enough times, it will....?

Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. 

Not so simple I suppose.

That is all.

source.

come ooonnnnn.

Do people ever learn when and where to keep their mouths shut?

Stupid question. I know that won't ever change with some people. 

But some things can.. 

I'm pretty sure this is one of the most frustrating things ever:

 Thinking you can trust someone with something, but then realizing that they took that something and twisted it and prettied it up and stretched it and made it into something else, and then passed it along.. with the intention of coming out ahead.

What the heck.

Could.ya.not?

Can people please just be honest? 

I think a lot of people are guilty of stretching the truth here and there, tossing around some white lies.

I know I am.

I'm working on it.

Let's all do each other a favor and try to be a little more honest with each other?

Anyone?

Perfect.

'

source.

not so simple today?

Please do this. I dare you.

source.

I got the words passion, fury, and malice.

Perhaps the blog needs some renovations. 

Malicious Jane. Passionate Jane. Furious Jane.

Let me know what you think.

Egg is the weirdest word. say it. egg. egg. egg.

one day, this will all just be a memory..

let your memories grow stronger and stronger, til they're before your eyes..

Regina Spektor - The Call

is it so bad to be in love with a memory of you, smiling back at me..

The Kiss - Tristan Prettyman

source.

So.. bad news..

 you know how sometimes if you say a word too many times 

or think about it too much it suddenly just stops being a word and it just gets all weird?

Memory 

just did that for me.

I had something all inspirational to post at the end of this, and now it has just been replaced with 

memory.. MEMory.. memORy. memorYY.. 

its not a word, is it?

Egg. Egg. Egg.. bleehhhhh.

Plunk. (That was for Spring. =) )

Apparently I'm not very tech-savvy.

I don't consider myself tech-savvy. I never have. I'm not that great on computers and to be honest it took me beyond hours to even figure out how to work this blog. My computer isn't organized very well and sometimes I get confused on it, but I'm smart enough to figure things out, for the most part. I grew up on computers and my mom thinks I'm great. Sure, I can type fast. I can download stuff. I can navigate around.. my mom thinks I'm brilliant. I disagree, but whatever. I know enough that I can generally figure things out; however, in the past week, I have never encountered more technical problems online. Take a look.

I have to use CourseCompass for my online courses. I figured it out, paid for it, it worked for a week, and then this started happening.

Authentication failed? What? Try again later? I have tried every day for two and a half weeks. No problem, I'll click "Forgot login name/password" link and reset my information.

Right?

=)

=(

Wrong.

Awesome. I don't exist. 

No problem, I'll just "Contact the Pearson Education Support team." Give them a piece of my mind.

Right?

Wrong again.

Okkaay.. Guess I won't be contacting anyone about that.

 As you can see, I was rather frustrated as I get points deducted for not using this website. I don't wanna talk about it. 

So today I woke up to an email from UPS. Awesome. 

A parcel? For me? Wait.. I didn't order anything but apparently my parcel has been shipped. 

(Yes, I posted my tracking number publically. Doesn't matter when it doesn't work. Someone. A hacker. Please try and hack into UPS and find out what my parcel is.)

That's fine.. I'll just view more details about my parcel in the attachment as it says to do.

I click the attachment and..

Awesome.. my computer doesn't like the file.

So. Being the problem solver I am.. I'll just go to the UPS website and try to use the password they gave me.

I didn't think that looked like a real tracking number, but it was the only one I got.

Stuck again. I'll just email the UPS support and tell them of my problem.

Nope. 

Seriously. This is all happening. Am I really that horrible with technology??!! 

This is just happening on the internet. I couldn't take photos of the answering machines I've been transferred to and the number of times I've been put on hold only to have it get disconnected after 35 minutes.

Apparently I'm not cut out for modern society.

bedtime?

Has anyone tried going to bed early?

 I really don't remember going to sleep before midnight at all .. for like.. the past seven years of my life... Until last week. 

My bedtime is on average between eight and ten. Do it. I dare you. Call me lame. Call me old.. but waking up at six in the morning without being tired is my new favorite feeling.

source.

Conspiracy?

I pick the worst lines. I'm not even kidding. 

I picked the line behind the man who tried to check into his flight with an ID that didn't match his passport.

I picked the line with the family that had four kids and a very defiant ten year old girl who pouted and wouldn't move her feet or her luggage out of the way.

I picked the line with the people who couldn't figure out the self check-in kiosk.

I picked the line with the security guard who decided to visit with every single person and comment on their passport pictures. And make the word "tram" that he had to write on everyone's boarding passes in freaking calligraphy.

I picked the line that joined with the first class line making mine go twice as slow.. and of course my line the inferior. 

I picked the line with the security computer that broke down for ten minutes.

I finally decided to leave that line.. and right after I did.. it got fixed. Of course right?

Oh. I also picked the line with the man who decided to conduct a random search on me and run a random security test on my laptop. Sheesh. Could he not see my nineteen year old hairs turning grey as we spoke? Sure, Sir. I'll just sit here as you conduct these random searches as my plane departs. No problemo.

On top of that, I got jerk line guard who rolled his eyes when he found out I was going to be late for my flight.

NOT MY FAULT WHEN YOUR AIRPORT LINES SUCK.

Luckily, some people are humane. Kind even. Sir Mr. American Airline Pilot let me cut ahead of him.

BFG Grandpa told me to sneak underneath the ropes to cut in front of 4 weaves back and forth of security line. Of course.. this ended up being the broken computer line.. so everyone caught up with me anyway.

Happy business lady told me the best place to stand in the tram to my terminal so I could get off quickest. She also told me to take a sharp left, followed by another left.. and to SPRINT.

Did you know you have until exactly four minutes before departure to make it onto your plane?

I made it with six minutes. Two minutes to spare. No big deal.

I was not at all surprised when my luggage did not appear at the baggage claim. No big deal. It just had the keys to my house in it.
And of course... I happened to get in line behind a very very angry couple whom also had lost luggage. Get this though.. they hadn't searched everywhere in the baggage claim area yet.. The oversized luggage.. the secret corners with stashes of bags. No big deal. Angry man just held his place in the front of the line while his angry wife walked around for five minutes searching for their bags. I just patiently waited behind him while he stood there looking like an idiot taking up the first place in line.
Of course, the computer system went down right while I made by delayed baggage claim. They couldn't even file my report and give me a reference number.
Of course, Continental ran out of their own forms, so I had to use one from United that the lady didn't know how to use.
This is all true.

Airports hated me today.

ask.

Passport and Lays

First things first.

I'm pleased to say that:

 Orlando greeted me with the nicest weather I've ever experienced on my trips here. 

90+ degrees is feeling fabulous.

The airport has officially completed the renovations on the ceiling

The airport smells the same.. a hint of mildew. 

The grass is still thick. Like quack grass kinda.. only not.

Okay world. Mishap of the trip #1.

As I left my little home for the 2 hour drive to Calgary so I could sleep at my aunt's house and catch my plane the next morning, I thought to myself, "I hope I didn't forget anything.." I looked at my dad and then came to the conclusion that all I needed was a passport and my wallet and I could buy anything else that was necessary. He laughed and agreed.

The next morning I woke up early early early and was just making sure I knew where everything was so I could get through the airport check-in and security as quick as possible, and as my hand reached around the bottom of my backpack, I knew something was missing. I suddenly felt my entire body fit into my esophagus. Thats how big the lump in my throat was. My wallet was gone. I closed my eyes and remembered taking it out of my backpack at 7 eleven on my car ride to Calgary. I definitely had no recollection of putting it back into my backpack. I quickly searched my suitcase, but it was no use. I knew. I text my dad who was sleeping, I'm fairly certain, and said..

"Dad.. does my wallet happen to be in the jeep :( "

It was. 

About a million thoughts passed through my head.

Some from.. who needs money anyway...

all the way to.. I'm stuck in Calgary when Sher and Chad are at the Magic Kingdom and I'm never going to make it there..

Oh wait. 

Thank goodness I had my passport.

The taxi was already outside, and ever so generously, my uncle paid my cab fare. I didn't even have a quarter. 

I get really nauseous in airports and on airplanes... especially early in the morning, so there was no way I could eat breakfast. Not to mention I didn't have time. Bleh. 

But during my two hour layover in Houston by 2 in the afternoon..., I was hungry. 

Everyone was eating. And to top it off, the lady sitting across from me decided she wasn't hungry and threw away her meal. 

So wasteful. I remembered that at that stupid 7 eleven that cost me my wallet for the trip, I bought a bag of Lays Salt and Vinegar chips and only ate half the bag. 

I opened my backpack and found a half a bag of smooshed S&V chips calling my name.

So good.

I eventually arrived in Orlando where my sister and brother in law picked me up at the airport holding two fibre bars and a mountain dew. They are the greatest.

Apparently you can email money. I emailed my trip savings into their account this morning and took out the cash. No problemo.

The first thing I learned this trip, is the only thing you need to travel is your passport.

And a half a bag of Lays S&V chips.

life happened!

I used to check my blogfeed numerous times a day in hopes to see that someone had written a new post. Now, I have to check it numerous times a day to be sure I don't miss any. I have discovered so many fabulous blogs lately that keeping up with them all is starting to stress me out. I need one extra hour each day dedicated to blog stalking. 

Dear Blog friends. I love your comments. I love following you.

 Sorry my posts have been slightly shallow lately. I have been busy this week. Next week I will spend an excessive amount of hours in bed plotting posts and catching up on everyone.

Promise.

OH and in case anyone is concerned for my well being and thought I was going to die from impatience as mentioned in this post.. and this post..

Life happened!

I got accepted into my program, and will be moving to Texas in August.

My passport came so I will be going to Florida in 20 days.

I finally got to check the mail in Montana.

Oh what a happy time I had sitting in the parking lot of that post office..

Elder Cody Clay Foggin is still my best friend. He is the best letter-writer on the face of the planet.

Be jealous.

I found out that I made it past the first round of the process of getting the summer job I want. They are inviting me back for round two. Excellent.

This all happened in 24 hours!

I'm feeling good.

Part II of job application process is a test tomorrow morning at 11 though, so I best get to it.

The last test I took was a quiz.. in American Heritage during my short stay at BYU.. 

Let's just hope I do a little better on this one...

please oh please oh please.

I have a feeling that a lot of things I have been waiting for, 

or waiting to find answers for 

in the past month are alllll going to be revealed to me in the next week..

I'm trying not to have any expectations for the results.

I have never handled disappointment well.

I wouldn't call myself a pessimist, but for situations like this, sometimes preparing for the worst is the best thing to do.

So maybe.. I won't get into the program I applied for, and I won't get the job that is going to make life affordable if I do get into that program. Maybe my passport won't come so I can't go to Florida. Maybe I will get that answer that will change my life forever.

No big deal.

Ya okay.. just kidding.

Everything sure as heck better work out.

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"He does landscapes.."

 I have considered doing a post like this for the past few months.. but have resisted due to sheer embarrassment of my obsession. I just finished watching Titanic and currently have lost all sense of pride so I figured I may as well go for this while I have the guts.

 I first saw Titanic when I was maybe eleven or twelve, but my earliest memory of it was my oldest sister going to see it in theaters.. I'm pretty sure it was like sixteen times or something.. okay maybe eight. All I know is that I wasn't allowed to watch it due to the fact that I was was only five or six when it was released.. but my sister Sher did have a severe case of.. I guess Leo Mania is what they called it at the time. 

Who wouldn't though? Just look at his face. Look at how romantic he is. And how he rescues her from the wretched Hockley. I'm pretty sure every girl wants a man who can save her from those things causing her so much heart ache. 

He definitely has what it takes to make a woman fall in love.

I finally saw it on TV when I was to an age where my parents no longer monitored everything I watched.

 I thought I was so sneaky.. but I'm pretty sure they could hear the theme song blasting through my house.. anyway..

Time passed and I kind of forgot the movie existed, until grade nine when my friends and I had chick-flick marathons every Friday and Saturday to ease the pain of our broken hearted fifteen-year old selves. I remember watching Titanic, but only watching the first half because the second half is just so sad. We only liked movies with happy endings or something. 

Last fall, Steph mentioned wanting to see the WHOLE movie, and we kept talking about renting it. We were at Value Village when Steph found the VHS for three dollars. Of course, she bought it, and we watched it the next day I believe. And the next day. And the day after that. I'm really not exaggerating either. I wish I counted how many times we watched it. I'm pretty sure there was one day when the movie ended and we just decided to rewind it and start over.

(This was the time in my life when I had to come home from University due to severe ulcers and was in the healing process. Steph was just a good friend and kept me company.)

A few months passed without Titanic as we fell into the Road Trip mode (we actually watched it on our way to California haha), then Monopoly mode, and then I fell into saying goodbye to Cody mode. The day Cody left, I decided to watch this movie again. It was uploaded on my computer from when we watched it on our road trip. (Don't laugh at me. It's a good show k.) I have watched it three times since then.. 

I like to watch just a little part of it every few nights to help me fall asleep.

I guess it has replaced catching up on good books. Titanic is probably the reason I haven't read the Hunger Games yet. And yes world, it is #1 on my list of what to read next. I even bought it so I will read it. Just not today.

Anyway.

I have yet to watch this movie without finding myself in tears as Rose and Jack bid such a heartbreaking farewell.

Oh my. It's so traumatic. and ohhhh so romantic.

Yeah, and whats a movie blogpost without some sappy quotes at the end? :)

"I figure life's a gift and I don't intend on wasting it. You don't know what hand you're gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you.. to make each day count."

"A women's heart is a deep ocean of secrets"

"Come, Josephine in my flying machine going up she goes, up she goes..."

"Where to miss?" "To the stars.."

"You jump, I jump right?"

"I'll never let go Jack, I promise.."

So good. Now I apologize for my romantical rant and review. I don't normally do this.. but this show is worth it okay?

Go watch it though. You won't regret it.

all photos found via google images

C.C. you wear me out.

So as posted on March 9, I have a list of goals to accomplish. No. .I didn't forget, but I regret to inform the blog world that I have failed one some of them already. I know I have until April 9th, but here is my update. Let me first remind you of my goals.

- attack my messy room and keep it clean until I leave for Florida (I was going to say keep it clean forever but let`s be real.)

- figure out a Plan B incase my summer job doesn`t work out

- start making another quilt

- don`t go clothes shopping... not even once

- make an official budget.... 99% savings.. 1% other.. or something close to that

- clean my mom`s car

- donate something

- make Sunday dinner
- use that stupid treadmill that is sitting in my house. three times a week.
- I`ll throw in 100 sit ups three times a week just because it will be good for me.

- did I mention I need to stop shopping.. I am also adding no more eating out to that list.

- see J Biebs with Steph again

- don`t sleep in past ten, ever (I`ll aim for 9:30 next month.. maybe)

- finish choreographing the dances for my dance classes

- go to institute every single week

WELL.

I cleaned my room. But it's a mess again.. but I am cleaning it again today for a second try.

I applied for another job incase plan A doesn't work.

No quilt yet.. but there is still time!

I accidentally bought two shirts. They were on sale though.

I didn't make a budget, but I now deposit any money directly into my savings account which I can't access with my debit card. I find this helps.

Mom's car - more messy then before but maybe next week.

I donated to a children's charity when I went through the till at Extra Foods.

Sunday Dinner... forgot about that one. Tomorrow I will!

So.. I have only used that treadmill twice. I'm an embarrassment, I know. Gotta start somewhere.. and that's more than I've used it in the twelve years we've had it so I have improved.

I did a hundred crunches week one and week two, then completely forgot week three. I'll start again after I write this post. I guess week three still has a few days left. :)

So I have cut back on eating out. I went to Moxie's for Jordan's bachelorette party, but I figured that didn't count because it was a special occasion and I really didn't write fine print on that one. I think it is more of an.. don't eat out unless necessary.. kind of goal.. yeah?

I went to J. Biebs again last night. I even brought along Jared, Parker, and Ryan. Even if they deny it, they are secretly infected with the fever too. I know it..

So this sleeping in past 10 one.. uhh.. no comment. At least I am conscious of it though, and I do set my alarm every night before I go to bed. Its hard to wake up at a normal time when I don't have to work until 3pm til 11 pm Monday-Thursday okay?!

Finish Choreographing. 2/3 classes done. I think that's a good start.

I haven't missed institute since February 22 I believe.. possibly the week before. I forget.

I'm doing better than I thought. Minus my treadmill business.. but on the plus side, I found this gem hiding in our cabinet downstairs...

Oh, Cindy and I are going to have such a lovely time. I got about halfway through the video today. She is so hardcore... but I will be as fit as her someday. I WILL!