I like to focus on what's important...

Read an interview in Vanity Fair that featured George Clooney, Matt Damon and Daniel Craig. At the gym of course, I don’t subscribe to any magazines and if I did it certainly wouldn’t be to Vanity Fair which is 90% advertisement for shit I can’t afford and probably wouldn’t buy if I could and 10% articles which I don’t even think are that great. But when given the choice to stare at a wall, read an actual intellectual magazine with big words and few pictures and Vanity Fair…. Well, you can’t be too choosy.

Anyways, so this article was really just a questionnaire that the three hunks had filled out, without looking over each other’s shoulders, one can assume. Because Clooney was all “I’m a good person who wants to save the world and feel everyone’s pain” and Damon was all “I love my wife and kids more than anything in the world and that’s all that matters” and Craig was like “I fart and pick my nose.”

So now, I can’t help but wonder, if the three actually were to read this and see the what the others answered, who would feel like a dumbass?
Craig for not taking it serious or Clooney and Damon for treating it like an entry form to heaven?

The Good, the Bad and the Missing

It’s hard work being on vacation. Long drive back yesterday and Monday morning in the office feels like a block of concrete on my forehead.

Last night presented me with two surprises, one good and one bad.
Bad- the washer which has been shitty since day 1 is now completely broken. Sucks.
Good – Adam made me a lemon-merengue pie and brought over. Delicious, definitely my favorite member of the pie family.

Then we watched a super strange indie movie with a name so long it’s impossible to remember, something like “the meticulous infatuation of little teardrops” or something nonsense-like like that.
I fell asleep and had a night full of insane dreams and lots of waking up confused. When I left for work this morning the dog was missing.

Update from the other side

Other side of the state line. Other side of the twenties. Montana is nice, and the 30s... are okay so far.
We skied Moonlight today and even though they could use more snow, just like all the mountains in the area, it was real good. Lots of fun.

And the age thing...?
It's ok, really. I think I did most of the crising ahead of time and now that I'm over the hill it's all pretty good.

I scream, you scream....

Sometimes I know a fight is going to happen, like I can see it coming from miles away. It’s as obvious as the ice cream truck. And I know what I have to do in order to stop it.
But I don’t.
I just stand there, cash in hand and wait for it to get closer, the fight melody getting louder.
Then I flag it down and buy some sour-sickles, pout-bars, silent treatment sundaes and teary-treats.

Why?
I don’t know why. But hey, I told you this b-day business could be ugly.

Control top

Ahh... this is awful. I would so much rather have a muffin top. I can't wait for this day to be over so I can breath again.

Somebody who gets it

Just got a text saying
"30 huh…wow, that’s huge. I spent my 30th drinking tequila in a cabin with my boyfriend, crying the whole time. It’s by far the worst b-day I’ve ever had…."

Which that actually makes me feel better. Finally somebody who understands. I’ve been telling people in the office and stuff that this might be unpleasant… I don’t want any cheering and singing and cup cakes. None of that.
I don’t know that I’ll be able to hold it together. I know I won’t be happy. There’s a reason I’m leaving town. Not hiding out in a cabin, just Bozeman, but still.

While it's snowing outside my office window

It’s been a weekend on the mountain and more than anything my face can feel it. Red and itchy. Pretty, pretty.

But it’s been good. And good fun.

Starting now is the last week of my twenties. I don’t know if I should drop acid and hit a rave or start knitting a hot pad and look over my retirement.

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The Builder Bars are actually good, I like to keep a box in my office and go through them pretty fast. But yesterday when I was filling up my stash, buying another 6-pack at Walmart, I thought I’d be all crazy and try a new kind as well…. So I got something called Pure Protein, the wrapper all shiny and non-natural looking…

Just ate it. Disgusting. I still ate the whole thing (I mean they’re like two bites) cause I was hungry, but no… Builder’s where it’s at. Lesson learned.
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Good News and News

Two ski weekends booked and coming up. Ah, this sooths my bitter winter mind. Bozeman next weekend and then Grand Targhee after that. Should be a lot of fun and hopefully take my mind off of my brewing age crisis.

Side note, we have TV in our bedroom now! Because the one of our roommates who’s in charge of paying for the internet didn’t, they turned it off. Imagine that…. So, we took the flat screen from downstairs and put it in our bedroom.

Two of the ISU football team’s players got arrested for drug use and Jackson Hole is about to get snowed on all week.
Know how I know?
I watched the local news.

Forget what I said about character

So have this rash, right? And I was supposed to kind of keep track of what I ate so I could determine if I maybe had (another) food allergy. Well, it’s going really well. Pretty much everything I’ve eaten in the last couple of days contain soy, wheat, peanuts, milk, eggs, almonds and chocolate.
So that eliminates, what….tomatoes?
No wait, I had salsa last night.

Yoga doodle do

Did the yoga video again this morning. Gosh, I have the best character. Especially since I had the day off from work and nothing else to do before 2 pm.

Although, the difference between a yoga video and an actual class is that the video won’t mix it up. Like, at all. It’s the exact same program every time.
I don’t know if you realized that.
I don’t know if I realized that… but anyways, it’s all good. I’ll just have to yardsale for some more work-out dvds and build myself an entire collection and that way I’ll be able to mix it up all I want.

Once you get over that initial embarrassment of buying work-out videos it is apparently a very slippery slope…

Just promise you’ll have an intervention when I start wearing leg warmers and leotards in hot pink.

Melting point

It was because I said I’d do yoga at least once a week. And it was because Dylan signed up for a beginning yoga class (although he’s thinking of dropping it now since it’s full of fat and unathletic people…. I know, he’s so mean. But at least we’ll be burning in hell together). And it was because I constantly see on Facebook and read in blogs that people buy them and do it and I didn’t want to be out of the loop. I didn’t want to be the looser who still goes to the gym when everyone else gets ripped in front of their TV or whatever.
Ok?
Ok, so that’s why I succumbed and bought a yoga dvd. I figured that way I can always get my weekly session in, no excuses, and I figured we could do it together.
If you can’t tell, I’m still having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that I bought a work-out video.
Never thought I would. But I never thought I’d be married to a man rocking a moustache before 30 either.
Things change.

So, I shopped around on amazon for a while before deciding to go with Jillian Michel’s Total Yoga Meltdown. It got here Friday and we did it yesterday.
Together.
Sort of.
I was on the mat doing the exercises while Dylan was sitting in the chair eating Ben & Jerry’s watching me. The video has levels 1 and 2. I did level 2. I guess Dylan did level 0.
But maybe next time we can do level 1, both of us.

A case of bored and only snow can help

Despite the no snow we’re heading out to Pebble. I want to get my bindings fitted to my boots, Tiff needs to pick up her pass and it’s not like we have anything better to do. We’re talking about bowling tonight. That’s how bored we are.

At work

Have you ever sat in a meeting and thought “Wow, I have no idea what we’re talking about right now…”?
And you could admit that, but it’d probably be kind of weird. Or you could just keep pretending and nod along and hope that it’s just weird for you and everyone else is buying it.
My mind just wanders. All the time. I have the attention span of a multitasking 3-year old when it comes to serious meetings in an office setting where people hum and speak slowly and tap their pens and rub their glasses and ask for more coffee and feverously take notes which I think are actually shopping lists.

That just sucks

You know the shirt I was wearing yesterday?
No?
Well, neither will you ever because it’s lost in the wall of our house. Gone forever, unless I can get my hands on one of those fancy gripper devices that garbage pickers (I’m sorry, sanitary workers) have.
We have a closet with shelves were I store my sweaters and the two top shelves don’t really have any sides to them, if that makes sense, instead it’s just open into the inside of the wall….. random, I know. So last night after I got back from work and night class I was so eager to get out of my outfit and into my sweats that I just threw the sweater onto the shelf and somehow managed to throw it too far sideways and into the black hole of the wall interior.

So yeah, I guess it’s not a sweater anymore, but rather wall insulation.

Yeah Yoga

So my new year’s resolution is usually to do more yoga. It has been for the last 4 or so years. Needless to say I haven’t been satisfied with my own efforts, that’s why I’ve repeated it… but this year I decided to raise the stakes and put some actual pressure on myself.
Thus, the much too vague “more” (hey, once every other month is more than never….) has been changed to “at least once a week.”
And how am I doing? Why, not too shabby… I did yoga today actually.

Side note: is it just me or was Beyonce pregnant for like 5 weeks while Hillary Duff seems to be some human looking kind of elephant?

calm before the storm

An hour long walk with Tiffany and Shooter this morning. Just like I like my Sundays to start. It’s kind of like break never happened, which is sad. The weekend has been pretty good, pretty slow, but I feel like we deserve to do nothing since every weekend for the next lots of weeks is going to be haunted by school work.

So it snowed in Salt Lake. And it’s definitely colder here now. So maybe, maybe… we’ll get to use our season passes. This season. That’d be nice.

over and out

Who's stressing?

So, turns out she does not have fleas, our little stinker, it’s just feline acne. Basically the cat has zits… which is kind of funny, and now that’s what we’re treating her for. According to some sources, stress can trigger this condition and as hard as it is to believe that a cat who sleeps all day and wakes up only to eat, shit and wrestle my socks and bras could get stressed…. Well, I guess staying with grandma Stiggy’s dockson Buster and Kayla’s pit-bull Martin might have added some disruption from her normal everyday life with Shooter who really doesn’t mind her unless she really goes out of her way to tickle his instincts and provoke him.
But now that we’re back in her familiar environment and padding her shaved chin twice daily with anti-acne treatment, hopefully it will get better.

Side note: last night before (I was) going to bed…
Me: So you’re all set for tomorrow? The appointment is at 11:15, the phone number to the animal hospital is by my laptop and the directions are right there on the screen when you turn it on… got it? It’s at Hawthorne Animal Hospital… you know, the one by Home Depot?
D: yeah…. yeah.
Me: Ok….cause you know I’ll be in a conference call in the library basement so I won’t be able to answer the phone….
D: I got it… it’s fine.

And it was totally fine. I mean, he only got the time wrong (it’s at 11:30, right??) and couldn’t find the car keys in his pant pockets and then finally went to the wrong animal hospital (it’s not at Alpine? It’s kind of close to the Home Depot…) So I had to invent an (actual) emergency and leave my conference to first speak calmly and apologetic to the vet’s assistant who was calling to ask why we were missing our appointment and then snap at my husband for giving me a mini-heart attack every time I trust him with an appointment I set up.

Still in yoga pants

You know, it seems like we could wait a while…say a year or so, before having this fight.
So how about we do just that?
No?
Alright, then let’s just spill our beans and once again establish what a good for nothing wild-lifer I am. Think of all the fun you could have if I wasn’t dragging you down.
Why do you want so badly to be dragged down?

Proffesional

The good thing about video conferences is that you’re only seen from the waist up. So yes, I wore yoga pants at work today.

The Christmas decorations are down and I’m thinking it was over way too quickly.

Reality bites

First day in the office. Feels like break never happened. I was going to clean up in here, that definitely did not happen. Buncha junk lying around. No time now to clean it up. Had I known the first day was going to be this hectic, I would have come in sooner.
Or later.

Christmas is over and January looks like April. What do we need to do to get some snow around here?

Summy dummy

Oh I forgot you’re supposed to sum up your year and stuff… not really up to it. But let’s see; 2011 was the year I went back to school (again) and started my job at the Gender Center. It was the year we moved out of Old Town and into the big house.

Jessica moved away. Tiffany moved in. I went home and Dylan went to Reno.
I have questioned the system, my own intelligence, other people’s intelligence, other systems… asked a lot of questions and not necessarily gotten a lot of answers.

2012 is the year I turn 30. I’ve kept saying I’m going to have a crisis. Wait for it. It will come. For now all I know is that for my birthday I want to leave town. That’s what I want you to get me sweatums- outta here.

Through my job I’ve seen the good, the bad and the ugly this last year. Tomorrow I go back for another year.

Looking forward -Looking back

Interesting thing it is, friendship. Not like love, not like family ties. Where love can be a painful one way street, friendship has to go both ways.
”Oh yeah she’s a dear friend if mine, unfortunately the friendship is not mutual…” Doesn’t quite work, does it?

Friendship has to be maintained. Unlike family, unlike love, friendship is a choice. Good friendship is a good choice.
Everybody makes mistakes.