Goodness abounds...

Is anyone looking for the perfect way to embarrass yourself at work, school, or even waiting in line at the grocery store?  I dare any of you to watch this video and NOT have tears instantly stream down your face.  What a great story, truly.

Ostrich pillow...wha???

Wow, I've been out of the blogging loop for a long time.  A long, looonnngg time.  It's almost like I've had my head in the sand, like...what's that animal called?  Oh right, an ostrich.  Wouldn't it be nice if we could somehow replicate the peace and quiet an ostrich must experience when they stick their head in a hole? What's that?  Someone's figured out a way??  Victory!!!

All I know is, if I had had this pillow at the beginning of school, I would have been much more rested, and therefore a much better student.  I think I'm going to suggest this to the school as a welcome gift for each student.  No more white coat ceremony-ostrich pillows for all!!

Yes, this is very real.  And yes, you may purchase it for me here. Christmas is just around the corner, you know.

Stupid Aversion Therapy

Do you guys remember that episode of MASH where there's this dog that hangs around Rosie's Bar and Father Mulcahy cures it of drinking alcohol by giving it nothing else but TONS of beer until it's sick of the very sight (and smell) of booz and runs away from a freshly poured bowl of beer? Well, why hasn't that happened yet for me with Thin Mints and Samoas? I'm doing my part with the over-eating! How long til the repulsion sets in?

Oh yeah, thanks for the reminder, Mel. And Cadbury Mini Eggs.

Even though I'm not a Dr. Seuss fan...

I know, it's shocking. How can I not like Dr. Seuss?? The whole world LOVES Dr. Seuss! That's probably a discussion for another day...but basically I just don't like his style. Now I know what you're going to say...children have been known to shrivel up and die when they go without a Dr. Seuss bedtime story. The national deficit would disappear if Congress and the President would read Dr. Seuss before each session. 99.9% of all inmates polled say no one ever read them Dr. Seuss stories. All of the world's problems could be solved if the world would just read Dr. Seuss! Well, guess what? I don't like Shel Silverstein either. Oh wait, yes I do. I LOVE "The Giving Tree", and I always will. I guess I just don't like "Where the Sidewalk Ends", "A Light in the Attic", etc. Regardless of all that, this poem struck me as funny.

Oh The Things You Can Fill

Dr. Seuss on Pharmacy, Author unknown

Oh the things you can fill

For the folks who are ill.

With your bright shiny spatula

Oh, what a thrill.

Besmocked and bedecked

Out in Pharmacist clothes,

Knowing all of the things

That a Pharmacist knows.

You're quick and efficient,

You're sharp and inventive.

It also just happens

You're anal retentive.

You read slips of paper

To get the specifics

From doctors who scribble out

Strange hieroglyphics.

Could it be Celebrex?

Or maybe Celexa

It might be a Z-Pack,

It might be Zyprexa.

And you bill by computer

AWP

Minus 15 percent

Plus a buck twenty-three.

You fill and you bill

And you feel so dejected

'Cause half of your claims

Are being rejected.

So you pick up the phone

While computerized voices

Keep you waiting forever

Explaining the choices.

Press 1 for directions.

Or maybe it's 2.

Push 'pound' for a message

Oh, what should you do.

Then you pour out the pills

On your pill counting tray

And you count, and you count,

And you count pills all day.

You count them by fives

To the rhythm and beat

Of the songs that you learned

On Sesame Street.

And the customers gripe

And complain while you're fillin'.

Could it be the whole world

Is on 'Grouchacillin?'

"My pills are too big

And my co-pay's too high!

Take it four times a day?

I cannot comply!"

Then you scarf down your sandwich

In one single bite,

Which if done in a restaurant

Would be impolite.

But a Doc's on line one,

Mrs. Jones on line two.

She has 500 pills,

Will you cut them in two?

And the drug reps, they tap

On your counter, tap, tap.

To give you their spiel

Plus a load of free crap!

There's pens and there's post-its,

There's free stuff galore.

But the really cool clock's

For the doc who's next door.

Then ol' Mrs. Snifflemore

Gives you that smile

And you know once again

That it's almost worthwhile.

So you hang up your smock

And put down your free pen.

Tomorrow you'll do it

All over again.

Oh the things you will fill

For the folks who are ill.

With your bright shiny spatula

Oh, what a thrill!

Goodbye youth...

Here's just a few reasons how I know I'm becoming a grown-up:

1. I love to eat vegetables. Grown-up ones like squash, zucchini, broccoli, spinach, peas...all the things I hated as a kid.

2. My night is over at 9:00. Period. That doesn't mean I'm asleep by then (wouldn't that be lovely?) but rather that I would simply laugh in the face of any friend calling to say, "We're going to see this movie and then build a bonfire and then watch the meteor shower that starts at 3:00 in the morning, and maybe stop off at IHOP on the way home. Then we'll go home and sleep for few hours before getting up to go to that all-day event that starts at 10:00 tomorrow."

You get the picture.

3. Often times I prefer listening to talk radio or *gasp* NO radio. There's not a whole lot of music on the radio worth listening to these days.

4. I LOVE documentaries. Really, I do. And it doesn't matter if they're about history, nature and ecology, science, fashion, sports, politics, food, culture, or the rise of the underdog. It helps that we're too poor to go to movies like we used to, and that Netflix has a plethora of documentaries ready to watch at any moment. Here's just a few that I've watched. The King of Kong (I loved, loved, LOVED this one!), Pulling John (who knew Salt Lake was home to such a champion?), Grey Gardens (talk about your hoarders, wow), Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead (I'm this close to investing in an industrial juicer!), Food, Inc. and at this very moment I'm watching A State of Mind. It is almost inconceivable to hear the citizens of North Korea say that any suffering their country has experienced or will experience is due entirely to the United States and the United States alone. Though that's not what the movie is about. It's really about training for a HUGE, crazily-choreographed show that is put on each year. Truly fascinating.

5. I drive slowly through neighborhoods. There's small kids out there, you know.

6. My Christmas season is quite complete without eating a single candy cane.

7. I worry about things like bills and taking on massive student debt, instead of buttering up my parents to pay tuition like I did in the early days. (It's nice being one of the youngest, and therefore, more spoiled.)

8. I'd rather eat oatmeal for breakfast than Lucky Charms. I can still enjoy a sugary bowl of the Charms, but just not as a start to my day.

9. I think it's rewarding to pull weeds in my garden, although I would rather they not grow at all.

10. When we went to Disney World last summer, I preferred the slow "floating boat" rides like "It's a Small World" to any of the roller coasters-too fast and jerky for me.

Check out The Amazing Evan!!

On this Thanksgiving Eve, I'm thankful for so many things, too many to list here. And Evan's thankful for a job that he loves! If you want to read all about it, check him out in a nice article that was printed in our town's local paper. Enjoy!!

Seven amazing decades!!!

I'm sure grateful that 7 decades ago this beauty was born...

Married this man...

Spent a lifetime shaping the young minds of today (both of her own flesh and blood and not)...

And is continuing to set an example to us all by serving the people of Guatemala.

Happy Birthday, Mom! You are beautiful inside and out, and WE LOVE YOU!!!

I have a test coming up...

You know how you can tell? Because I'm blogging when I should be studying. I'm a MASTER at putting things off til the last minute. Just to let you all know about school, cuz I'm sure you're dying to know, it's hard and it's only been two weeks. But look, that's all I'm going to write cuz it's back to the books. I promise!

P.S. Utah football rocked this week! (And by Utah, I do mean the whole state-I'm being nice.) While you will never find me openly cheering for a certain team to the south of Salt Lake, I'm glad the South Eastern Conference was shaken up a bit this week. And how about them Aggies nearly taking last year's national champs? GO BIG BLUE!!! Granted, it would have been a better game if the Aggies could have held them off for a few more seconds, but no one can deny that they gave Auburn a run for their money!

Success, finally!!!

What's all this? Did I recently join Bountiful Baskets, you ask? I didn't need to...we just picked all this from our garden last night, and it's only the beginning!

We've not had the best luck with our garden since we moved here because, truthfully, we didn't spend all that much time tending to it. In fact, with school and everything else going on we didn't even attempt a garden last summer, and I was convinced we wouldn't have one this year either for a few reasons. First, the spring was so cold and wet that I didn't think we'd have a long enough growing season. Second, I had to do rotations this summer for school, meaning I worked 40 hours a week at whichever sites the school placed me (while still having to work every week at my regular job), and I didn't think I'd have the time for a garden. By the way, not only was I working for free but I HAD TO PAY tuition in order to do it. Isn't that cruel? I ended up loving it, though, and I learned a ton.

Back to the garden... I am queen of impulse projects, with no thought to planning, and it drives Evan crazy. I came across some seedlings for really cheap and immediately convinced myself that we could not live without a garden this year. So I bought a bunch of plants and came home, expecting a few hours' work to get the garden prepped and the plants in the ground. Evan laughed...and laughed...and laughed...and after few weeks, countless man-hours (mostly by Evan, bless his heart) and a rockin' irrigation system (of course, also by Evan) we had ourselves a beautiful garden!

***This is where I publicly thank my incredible husband because had this garden been left entirely to me, it would have failed within a few days. (Who am I kidding? It would have failed if even 20% had been left to me. He's really done it all this summer.) THANK YOU EVAN!!! You amaze me with all you do.

I'm skeptical about our tomatoes making it, though. We've had a lot of blossoms but not a lot of developing fruit. Any gardeners out there know why that is? (Evan suggested maybe they're not getting pollinated, which led me to dream last night that we enlisted the help of a bee the size of a rabbit to get the job done. Seriously.) I've got 9 or 10 tomato plants of differing varieties, but none of them are doing very well. Anyway, the beans, peppers, cucumbers and zucchini are doing great, and we've got several squashes, cantaloupes, and watermelons growing bigger each day! I can't wait!!!

In case you're wondering, there are two kinds of peppers in the picture-a regular green pepper, and what I thought would be a golden yellow but has turned out to be more of a chartreuse. I know peppers develop their color the longer they're on the plant, but these guys haven't changed color for about two weeks so we decided to cut them off last night. Now the question is, what dish can I make that will incorporate zucchini, green beans, cucumbers and bell peppers? Any suggestions? Maybe just a good pasta salad?

Just when I'm starting to feel a tiny bit smart...

a 13 year-old kid comes along and shows me just how unintelligent I really am. Here's an article that sums it up, and here's the full article from the American Museum of Natural History. All I have to say is..WOW!

My Stress Barometer

Stress...lovely, lovely stress. I believed I'd experienced it before, I really did. I mean, everyone gets stressed, no one's life is free of complications, and everyone's been pushed to their limit, right? I was certain I knew the boundaries of that limit, but Spring Semester just barrelled right through it and kept on sailing. I survived, but only just BARELY, and now I can say that I'm half a pharmacist-I'm a pharm! YAY!!!

So, I'm going to share one of my deepest, darkest secrets: I'm a stress plucker. It's true. When things get tough, the tweezers get goin'. The more stressed I feel, the thinner my eyebrows are. I'd expound a little more, but what else is there to say? Here's what I looked like during the last two weeks of school...

What? You thought I'd post an ACTUAL picture of freakish-looking me? How little you know me, my friends. How little indeed. Why bother? Natalie Portman gives a great demonstration of how normally gorgeous people turn instantly freaky without eyebrows, so imagine the results when the person (ie-me) is just ok-looking. YIKES. (I have no idea if she really was ever "eyebrowless" or if it's just photoshopped.) And, a little FYI, did you know that Mona Lisa didn't have eyebrows? Well, at least not at the particular time that she sat for this somewhat famous painting...
I thought about spilling my secret here on the blog during the height of my affliction, but then I decided it was wiser to not tip people off. So instead, I painstakingly drew them in each day, and from far away they looked so-so but it became very obvious once you got up close that they were only 2D eyebrows. I think some people noticed. I could see it in their faces, but they never said anything about it. Emily Post would be so proud!

Seeing as how I could now choose for my eyebrows to look anyway I wanted, I considered all the options. Here are just a few...

These are actually a nice shape, but clearly drawn on and VERY dark:

These are pencil thin and WAY too close together:

This is a good option for all the "Hollywood in the 30's" parties I'm always invited to:
Again, pencil thin and WAY too close together, among other things:
Check out these geometric beauties-a math teacher's dream!
All I have to say is...wow:

Finally, this poor sweet girl. You can tell she's really trying but...honey, no one's eyebrows grow that far apart and that hook-shaped:

Let me ask a question, and I'd really like to know your opinions. What do you think of makeup tattoos? I've NEVER imagined myself as the type to get a tattoo, but now I'm not so sure. I mean, suppose I fall victim to this sort of calamity again?? It'll cut out the extra time I had to set aside each morning for precise stenciling and eliminate all the worrying I've done that I'd accidentally rub my face and smudge something at some point during the day. Here's a stunning before and after shot...nice eyebrows, huh? I don't think I'd bother with the eyes or lips, but the eyebrows are really tempting!

Or there's always this tattooing option. Evan's reaction to this shot was classic..."Man, she clearly didn't have any good friends to tell her beforehand how stupid an idea that was."

Do you have any idea how hard it is to wait for your eyebrows to grow back? Luckily, I haven't had too many social engagements over the last 6 weeks, so I've been able to wait it out in private. Phew! But don't worry, I'm well on my way to looking like I used to. For those of you who may not quite remember, here's a photo to jog your memory:

And last but not least, a clip for you to enjoy. We love Arrested Development around here, and Evan sure loved being able to tease me for the last few months that I was Stan Sitwell.

Tiffany's Little Known Pride and Joy...Ogden!

How in the world did I make it through the 80's without seeing this little beauty? Oh yeah, because we didn't have cable when I was growing up. And then even when my parents succumbed to cable, they had MTV blocked for the first few years. Anywho, for your viewing pleasure, I present Tiffany's music video of "I Think We're Alone Now", mostly filmed around Ogden! A few spots you might recognize include the once-great and now extinct Ogden City Mall, Union Station, the Ogden Airport, and 25th Street.

Here's just some of my favorite must-see moments:

~0:00 Of course I TOTALLY love that the video opens on the sign from the Ogden City Mall, but the magic really happens when the camera pans down to show a stagehand unloading sound equipment. No, make that a smoking hot stagehand with awesome hair/beard, sporting some manly Daisy Dukes.

~1:10-a couple of hotties doing some serious crowd control. I mean, I don't even want to think about what could have happened if they hadn't been there to hold back the crowd.

~2:31-WOW!!! Who knew that old men with sweaty, flapping comb-overs could still move like that??? Impressive!

~3:19-This clearly wasn't her first time working it on the wing of an airplane. That kind of natural sexiness just can't be taught.

~4:04-I imagine the direction went a little like this... Director: "Ok, when I say go, start pointing to each letter in the sign. Try to stay on beat with the music, like a heartbeat. Wait a minute...isn't there a line in the song that says something about heartbeats? It'll be perfect!"

Simple Math...Evan+Seven=Heaven

I know you've seen this before, but here it is once more just because I love it so much.


I can't believe it's been seven years already! WOW! I love you, Evan!!!

I've been waiting all winter to show off this beauty!!!

Now that I've found my suit for the summer, who's ready to hit the beach with me? Someone in my family probably already has 3 of them...you know who you are, im-Kay.

They're going fast, but don't worry! Those of you who sew like the wind can order the pattern, whip up a matching set for you and your kids, strut around the neighborhood, and then charge your neighbors an arm and a leg for a set of their own because they didn't pay attention in 8th grade home-ec. SUCKAS!!! Who's laughing now???

You can check them out here, but don't fall into the trap like I did! I know it's tempting, but set your cell phone alarm or an egg-timer or something to make sure you walk away from the computer before you've spent a month's worth of grocery money on new swimmies. Unless of course, your husband is as great as mine. He said he'd gladly eat dry top ramen for a month just to see me in a few of these. (I may have spent the grocery money and the utility money. We can't even boil water, but I'm worth it!)

Why are kids so awesome?

The last two years I've helped out with a balloon fundraiser, and for several months now I've been searching high and low for deals on latex and mylar balloons. For the most part I was only able to find generic "Happy Valentine's Day" mylars to sell, like this:



but I happened upon these two darling monkey bunches that my friend and I gave our husbands:


When we were getting ready to deliver the bouquet to my neighbor's husband at his work, her little 4 year old girl said, "I think I know why you're giving my dad a monkey in his underpants...it's because my dad sleeps in his underpants!"

And that's why kids are awesome. Happy Valentine's Day!

P.S. Last year I gave Evan this frog, and it just might be my favorite ever. A monkey in underpants is pretty cute, but how can you beat a frog in a red argyle sweater?

How Silent Scott Got His Name

Let's reflect back on the great works of Rudyard Kipling, you know the ones. Didn't we all succumb to reading them as a kid because we'd already read and re-read "The Berenstain Bears' Christmas Tree" (pictured below...) until it literally fell apart, and there was nothing left to read in the whole house?
(There was plenty, by the way. With a school teacher for a mom our house never lacked books. Let's simply ignore that The Berenstain Bears was far too juvenile for me since it belonged to my younger brother but I insisted on reading illustrated stories for far too long, AND that I only convinced myself to read Just So Stories because it had simple, black and white sketches sparsely placed throughout the pages, AAAND because the stories were short enough to make it seem less like a grown-up book...OK! I know what you're going to say! I know it's also referred to as Just So Stories for Little Children but it was normal-paperback-book-sized, like a Louis L'Amour,so I always assumed it would be like one of my dad's boring western books! Sheesh!)

Um, wow...that has got to be my longest, most incoherent opening paragraph ever, so I'll get on with it before things get weirder. I mean weird... Here's a lovely journal entry from Dec. 1, 1997. I was a Loganite, living on Darwin Avenue in the one-bedroom apartment with 2 sets of bunk-beds.



"A couple weeks ago I went to a dance with Katie. It was the Green and Gold Ball put on by the Institute for the handicapped ward. Katie's friend Arthur was in charge of the music and he told Katie we should go so that we could ask the handicapped kids to dance. He brought his friend Scott, who was sure an interesting guy. He was such a true-blue, through and though cowboy, which I normally love, but I thought I was going to die! He wore black Wranglers, his legs were skinnier than my arms, he wore a black leather vest with fringe that he made himself, and he wore a black cowboy hat but it wasn't the cool kind. It looked like this:


And he had a handlebar mustache like this:
(Side note: I really drew pictures like this in my journal.) He was the shyest boy I've ever met, but that didn't stop him from asking me to dance the whole night. I thought the point was for us to dance with the handicapped kids! (Side note #2: Is anyone else cringing when they read the word "handicapped"? It just doesn't sound very kosher now-a-days, does it? Let's substitute it with the much more p.c. version "special needs".) To top it all off, he was 30! I could not believe it! It was so horrible. (Side note #3: I'll give you a little peak inside my 19 year old (or so) head. When I was 21 and about to leave on my mission, I thought this 23 year old girl in my ward who had just gotten home from her mission was a sad, washed-up, lost cause. So a 30 year old? When I'm only 19??? Forget it! Ok, sorry for the interruptions. I'll get back to the original writings...) Well, he called me last night, but I wasn't home so I called him back. This was our whole conversation:

Me: "Hi, Scott. This is Robin."
Scott: "Oh, hi."
Me: "My roommates said you called."
Scott: "Yeah."

Then there was this huge silence. Finally he said, "How was your Thanksgiving?"
Me: "It was fine. How was yours?"
Scott: "Good."

Then there was another loooong silence. Then he asked me what I was doing this weekend but I made up an excuse so he asked me about the next weekend and I told him that my brother is getting married (he really is). So he asked me out for the weekend after that but I'll already be home for Christmas Break. Then there was another HUGE long pause for about 5 minutes. My roommates were gathered around, and they asked me what he was saying so I mouthed, "Nothing!" They thought I meant something like, "Nothing much, just rambling, etc." since I wasn't talking at all. But I was like, "No, he's not saying ANYTHING! It's totally silent on the other end!" Finally I told him bye and hung up. I feel really bad that he is 30 and doesn't even know how to talk to someone. That was the worst experience of my life. Well, I am going to go now.

Love, Robin"


Oh please. The worst experience of my life? What a drama queen I was! And honestly, did I seriously ignore the fact that a phone call takes two people?? Why in the world did I stay on the phone in the first place and even let there be an awkward 5 minute silence? I'm not exaggerating, it was 5 minutes long. Why didn't I just say goodbye after 20 seconds? Try it, right now. Sit in silence for 20 seconds (imagining you're on the phone with a boy you don't want to talk to) and tell me you'd let that drag on for 5 whole minutes! I was just as socially challenged, if not more so, because I was oblivious to my faults. Whereas I'm sure Silent Scott was keenly aware that he had trouble talking to girls, putting him one step ahead of me.

Anyway, one of my favorite memories of this whole story comes from me telling my sisters and their husbands about it a few days later, every detail from dancing to the phone call. At one point my brother-in-law said, "A nancing!?!" and laughed and laughed like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. No, I didn't misspell it. He said a nancing. He had mistaken what I said and of course he had no idea what a nancing was (since it doesn't exist). But he didn't want to miss out on something funny so he laughed right along with everyone. We probably laughed harder about that than the original story.

To sum up a very long story that will have Mr. Kipling rolling in his grave...that's how Silent Scott got his name.

P.S. I was wrong-it is a word! I just looked up nancing online and Urban Dictionary defines it as a verb meaning "to spread joy and happiness with true genuity." It couldn't be more fitting because that's what that memory of my brother-in-law does to me!

P.P.S. I often gave nicknames to boys that liked me but that I didn't want to have anything to do with. I'll write about that tomorrow since this post is longer than any post should ever be.

Wow, I'm not nearly as memorable as I thought...

So, I had this grand plan to work up to my birthday this Friday by posting a journal entry every day this week from all my birthdays. It was going to be hilarious. I was going to relive the best day of every year for the last something-something years. Come to find out, I sucked at recording my birthdays! Well, I didn't technically suck at recording my birthdays because I often wrote about them. I was just horribly boring anytime I wrote about them. I thought it would totally be like my entry on March 5th, 1989:

"Dear Diary,

If Melanie is reading this she already knows what I'm going to write. What I'm going to write is who my boyfriends are. Really she only knows one of them. The first one is Eli. He's really cute and I've had a crush on him since kindergarten. The people that I sit by at school are Jason, who is hardly ever around; Justin, who is the most decent boy on our table; and the last boy is Torry. He is a total geek! He has broken both legs about two times. I have to go now.

Love, Robin"

See? Those are the kinds of journal entries I remember! Now here's the journal entry of my birthday that same year:

"Dear Diary,

Today is my birthday. I got a purple sweater, a dress, some jeans, and some smelling markers. See you later.

Love, Robin"

BTW, I was talking about these markers...smelly (ie-scented) markers.



Where's the birthday hilarity? Where's the endless laughs?? Where's the embarrassing secrets of my rapidly passing childhood??? I'm so disappointed in myself! Don't worry, I'll still post journal entries this week cuz there are some good ones (like Silent Scott). They just won't have anything to do with my birthday.

The perfect holiday treat!

The holidays are filled with one get-together after another...a work party here, a friend party there. Who has time these days to make a delicious treat for all to enjoy? Beyond Glaze, that's who! You may remember this post. Well, they now have a downtown location! Just stop by 54 W. 700 S. and pick up a dozen or two! It's between Main Street and West Temple, but I will warn you though, Trax runs down 700 S. so you have to get there coming from Main Street and not West Temple. The new location isn't listed on their website yet, but I'm pretty sure the hours are the same. Enjoy!

My husband, the intelect...

For those of you wondering what it's like living with someone who has a completely scientific mind...

Right now Evan is watching The Jeff Corwin Experience, an Animal Planet favorite of his. Jeff just captured some snake and since I have not been closely following (interpret...not watching at all) I asked if it was a venomous snake. To which Evan simply replied, "Well, many of those new-world colubrids are opisthogliphous." Aaaaaand...left it at that. Oh, of course! How could I forget? Thanks for clearing that up for me, Babe!

P.S. For you simpletons (ie-ME!) who don't know what opisthogliphous means, its fangs are in the very back of its mouth and facing backwards, meaning they can't inject you full of venom in one strike like a rattler or a cobra. You would essentially have to stick your hand down its mouth and let it chew on you for a very long time in order to do any damage. Oh yeah, and colubrid is the genus or species, or something. Or maybe both. I don't want to look it up.

P.P.S. I would normally post some kind of relating picture since one sister has told me that blogs without pictures are not interesting (and she's right), but another sister of mine would never visit my blog again if I posted a picture of a snake. Love you both! And I love you too, Evan!!! Oh, how I love you and your scientific mind!

Come clean, people!

OK, who desecrated an Indian burial ground? Or ticked off the local witch? Or disturbed a mummy's grave? WHO WAS IT???

I don't know what it was about yesterday, but it seemed that if it could go wrong, it did. It doesn't help that I committed to working full shifts at both jobs, which is more than I've done in a long time. Or that at one point during the week I didn't sleep a wink because I had majorly procrastinated a project. I guess all of that can add up to feeling more frazzled and less able to handle.....wait a minute, what am I doing?? I cannot reason away the truth! I WAS CURSED! So help me, if anyone tries to tell me otherwise I'll run away screaming!

Let's just hope next week is a little better than this one was.