I remember my login...

It has been a while, I know. However I will not sit here and write how I have changed my ways and how I vow to be more consistent. I don't. On the other hand, I don't know if it can get worse. Anyway... on to the life altering event that has driven my out of the dust to actually post.

I lifted today. Weights. And for the record Ri-Bone smoked me. After having seen everyone, including your mom leaving me in the dust, I thought it about time. I ran a mile this morning, and chased it with a workout of approximately 35 minutes.

I was feeling pretty good until my second set of our first station. By the end of the half hour I felt like I was going to puke. We finished lifting and I had to sit down and rest. I got up after my long rest just outside the gym and walked about 15 feet toward the exit. After those long, arduous 15 feet, I had to take another break. It was pathetic, but it gets worse.

I get home, where my bowels go wild after experiencing what must have seemed to them an earthquake (especially after downing a pack of seeds the day previous). I plan on showering, but still feel like I might puke. I finally get into the shower and find I barely have the strength to lift my hands to wash my hair.

I now realize, again, why I don't workout. I guess it's easier if you do it more than once every 5 years, but we'll see. I have thought about making some sort of worksheet that compares that number of times I workout to the number of posts I write. Should be a barn burner.

Question of the day...

Question: Is there such thing as a stupid question, or just stupid people?

Many of you know how I love Christmas. My cohort in spreading Christmas Cheer (Ri-Bone) has been taking a lot of heat lately, but I am here to back him up with a wonderful Christmas memory to share with all of you. Hope you enjoy…

The month was November, the year 2004, I was young and confused. I didn’t know what was best for me. I was enrolled at BYU. Don’t worry – that only lasted one semester. Because of people like this…

We were sitting in a classroom waiting for our Physical Science lab to start when it started snowing. I can remember the excitement I felt as I was sure that the Christmas celebrations would start early. It was snowing the nice, big flakes. It was beautiful.

I was not the only one in the classroom that was excited. I did not voice my excitement, because I really didn’t care to talk to anyone in the classroom. I did however overhear this conversation happening very close to me…

Girl 1: “Oh look, it’s snowing.”
Girl 2: “Wow, I have never seen snow before – does it hurt when it hits you?”
Girl 1: “No, where are you from?”
Girl 2: “Arizona.”

The conversation continued, but I couldn’t continue to listen. Anyway, there you have it. One of the many fond Christmas memories that I have. If you are lucky, you may be blessed to receive more lovely Christmas memories.

Warning: Contains Michael Scott Humor...

Seriously Mom, you may want to just check the other blogs...

Our last day of class, one of our instructors decided that a big group therapy session was in order. He passed out papers that asked us "The thing that I will never forget about my experience in Nursing 2110 is..." We then wrote what we would never forget and handed them back.

You can imagine the many lame responses that were then read back to us. Think about 40 women at the completion of a two year project - most of the responses included something about either the 'wonderful experiences' had or the 'wonderful friend' that were made. I couldn't believe that this was actually happening.

Not all responses were incredibly lame. Some were pretty funny. I will now tell you of one that was potentially the funniest moments of my life.

My instructor read one response "I will never forget getting a big shot right in the butt by a nervous, shaky, and sweaty student."

My instructor then puts on his reflective face and says longingly, "Oh yes, I remember my first time..." then pauses...

Uh...

Now, many things happened at this moment. One was that in my head I reverted back to a now famous saying by none other than Michael Scott. I was not the only one that this happened to as those gentlemen around me and I exchanged glances and try not to burst into laughter.

My instructor then proceeds to tell the story of his first time... giving a shot that is... Wow.

Who is Lazarus?

No, I am not dead. No, I did not sustain life threatening brain trauma from dominating the turkey bowl... I am actually surprised that I am still living. You all know the depths of my laziness. You must understand that I have been relatively busy of late and thus have put blogging on the back burner. There were many a day that I felt I might actually collapse from having to actually work. I know, I know, blah blah blah... waa, waa, waa, but I am working around 60 hours a week and doing school another 15, so I have a decent excuse.

But none of that matters. I have neglected the updating of my blog for long enough. I am currently at the residence of Ri-Bone because Payson is gay. By the way, Comcast and Dish Network are gay as well. I will not even begin to explain... long and freaking stupid story. Oh, and insurance companies are gay too. Just so you know.

Bottom line is this, we have dish network at home. Awesome. We do not have the Internet, lame. I have one more paper to write that is due Friday and a final to take on Monday. I have done a little math and found out that I can still pass the class if I get 10% correct on the final, so no stress there. It really feels pretty nice.

This may be the single worst post of my career, but it is a post. If you would rather, I could post about super awesome stuff like girls soccer or about how I can now tell people "your mom" in sign language. But I won't. This post is over, I am back... for now.