McDreamy is Right!

There's nothing else to say...

Make it Happen

I think I've just been letting life happen to me. Usually taking the path of least resistence and only putting in the effort to back-track when I'm wandering dangerously close to the edge. Often knowing the answer already but not being willing to admit it. Doing everything I can not to make any real decisions and not-so-patiently waiting for life to hand me everything I've always wanted.

While this strategy hasn't necessarily taken me to an undesirable place (I'd like to think my life doesn't suck THAT bad), I don't think it's the best tactic for getting "everything I've always wanted".

So, I've decided to take it upon myself to make it happen. Nothing too extreme (we are talking about ME here)--but baby steps.

Fugs 'n' Jugs

Perez calls John Mayer and Jessica Simpson "Fugs 'n' Jugs" and I almost laugh out loud every time I see it.

It's funny because it's true.

I Heart TV

Sometimes I like to pretend that my sad, sad life doesn't revolve around TV, but most of the time I'm just really grateful for the DVR.

Here's my schedule:

Sunday
Desperate Housewives
Brothers & Sisters

Monday
Ellen
The Hills
24
Studio 60

Tuesday
Ellen
House
Gilmore Girls
Road Rules....Coming Soon!

Wednesday
Ellen

Thursday
Ellen
The Office
Grey's Anatomy
Ugly Betty (Sometimes)
The Duel*
Rob & Big*
*The seasons recently ended.

Friday
Ellen

Man, my life is busy.

Converted to Quiznos

I'm normally not a Quiznos fan, but today I may have been converted.

First of all, a random stranger came up to me in line and handed me a coupon for free chips and a drink with the purchase of a regular sub. Deal.

Then I decided to "branch out" and went for a Classic Club on wheat, Sun Chips and a Diet Coke with a shot of DP. Brilliant choice! The sandwich was so delicious. I didn't regret any of my decisions one bit.

Can we talk for a minute about the lady who is usually working the register at the Quiznos on 35th? Could she be any less friendly? I'd like to see her try because I don't think it's possible. You had better know exactly what you ordered, whether you're staying or going, and have your preferred payment method ready or she may hurt you.

Quiznos better believe that I'll be back for more. Diva cashier and all.

Is that salt or something?

Annie and I successfully made it to Vegas and back!

The roads weren't "bad" on the way down, they just weren't clear. There was slush all over until about Cedar City and my black car got so dirty it became white. After we arrived my cousin looked out the window at my car and said, "Uh, did you get a little salt on your car?" Yes, yes I did.

It was 35 degrees in Vegas. Can you believe that? Apparently the locals in Henderson didn't know what to do with the cold temps and shut down every car wash in the city. Everyone else was driving around in their shiny, freshly waxed cars and mine looked like I drove through the Great Salt Lake on my way down. I was embarrassed and was determined to find a car wash.

After nearly an hour of driving around Henderson in desperation I was ready to resign myself to a dirty car for the rest of the trip, when out of the corner of my eye I saw some cars being towel dried. I had struck gold on the corner of Serene and Eastern! I made my way to the line of cars, paid my $6 and waited. When it was my turn to pull up one of the gentlemen doing the pre-wash knocked on my window.

PWG: Why does your car look like this?
Me: Well, I just drove down from Utah and it was kind of snowy.
PWG: So, is that salt or something?
Me: Yup. And lot's of it.
PWG: Everyone that comes from Utah has a car that looks like this!
Me: It's pretty snowy there...
PWG: I'm glad you made it here safe.

As he was rinsing the car down I heard the guy on the other side of me ask what was up with my car and my new friend (PWG) explained that I had just come down from Utah. I laughed to myself.

The world is right again and my car is still clean.

Vegas Baby!

I just finished packing for my (essentially) two day trip to Vegas. I must admit that I'm pretty nervous about the drive because of the winter weather we've been having, but I think we'll be fine.

I can only almost accidentally kill a family member (or two...or three...or four) once, right? Isn't that a rule or something?

So Descriptive

I just tried to change my font size in a post for the first time and had to laugh at blogger's options.

-Huge
-Large
-Normal Size
-Small
-Tiny

I love it.

Single...And Painfully Aware

I hate Valentine's Day.

Last night I walked into the store and all things Valentine were staring right at me. Pink and red hearts, gummy cinnamon lips, giant Hershey kisses--an entire aisle devoted to the day that makes me feel like crap every year.

I haven't had a date on Valentine's Day since high school. The closest I've come since then was a few years ago. One of my good friends, who I happened to have a giant crush on, decided that he had a crush on my roommate. Always awesome. He made "plans" with her to watch a movie at our place on V-Day. Turns out she didn't think as much of those plans as he would've hoped and got back together with her ex-boyfriend the night before the big day. He ended up watching a movie with me--by default. (To give myself a little credit, we did end up dating a month later.)

Needless to say, if that's the closest I've come to a date on Valentines' Day since high school, you can see why I hate the holiday. I'm wondering if I just embrace February 14th if the day will do less harm.

Explanation

Can anyone explain to me why I hate ALL beans (green, baked, refried...all) but I love, even crave, edamame? Soy beans, really? Of all the beans out there, I would never have guessed that I would like the soy variety.

Any ideas?

Just My Luck

Yesterday I got a massage. A massage that I've been wanting to get for months, but it wasn't as relaxing as I would've hoped.

As Lindsay and I were waiting in the "Quiet Room" I realized I hadn't made the appointment and didn't know if my massage therapist would be a man or woman. I wasn't feeling too comfortable with the idea of some random man rubbing all over me, but Lindsay took the stance of "it's their job" and said she would trade me if mine ended up being a guy. Not a minute later, my name was called.

Let me introduce you to Dennis. Dennis is roughly 5'8" and 40 years old. He has a "healthy" belly and is balding, but that hasn't stopped him from growing out his greasy curly hair, parting it on the side and slicking it to his head. Not to mention his glasses cover 1/3 of his face.

Too shocked to know what else to do, I slowly got up from my chair and followed Dennis down the hallway. I must say, it wasn't as bad I thought it would be, even with all of the heavy breathing and statements like "relax your head like it's an ice cube melting on a hot summer day".

I'm pretty sure Dennis went into massage therapy because it was the only way he was ever see a woman naked. I'm just sayin'...

Snow

Every year I trick myself into thinking that once Christmas is over, winter is over. When, in reality, winter is closer to beginning than ending. I grew up in Michigan. I'm used to snow. I like the cold. But after living in Utah for 6 years (where it will snow and melt in the same day), I forgot what a good old fashioned snow storm was like. I was reminded today. Snow. And lots of it.

On my way to the airport this afternoon I was being fairly cautious. Driving fast enough not to be the driver that everyone passes and thinks, "Learn how to drive in the snow. You live in Utah!". But slow enough to be able to stop safely. The Lincoln Continental behind me on the other hand....not so much.

The light turned yellow, I slowed down and stopped at the light. No slipping, no sliding. I looked into my rearview mirror just in time to see the car behind me turn sideways and slide directly at me. My heart started to race. There was nothing I could do to get out of the way--I was stopped at a light. Just as I was bracing myself for the impact, the car stopped. Too close of a call. I was nervous the rest of the way home.

Oh, and the snow ruined my hair. The white stuff was not my friend today.

Helpful Hints

A few tips for the workplace...

1. If you don't write it down the first time I tell you, don't ask me again.
2. Don't ask me how to do your job. If I knew what you should do, I would have your same "title".
3. Don't have farting contests at work. It's not the time or the place.
4. Don't steal from your coworkers. How about just don't steal from anyone.
5. Don't talk about how "busy" you are when everyone knows you pretend to work all day.

Just a few pointers. Take 'em or leave 'em.