i was driving home from work today and i was stopped at a red light and decided to trim my cuticles.  since i am prepared for anything, i took out my trusty nail clippers and started trimming those pesky cuticles.  i glanced over at the car to my left and the girl in that car was filing her nails.  i thought it was funny.  i looked over to my right hoping i saw a girl polishing her nails, but i did not, i just saw an old man picking his nose, no joke.  which leads me to my next thought, why do people think the car is the best place to pick their nose?  i mean, you are in a vehicle surrounded by windows and passing thousands of other people.  what's also scary is that most of the people that i see picking are men in suits.  they probably go to work and have meetings and shake lots of hands and those hands were just up their noses!

a fun thing happened in our house today.  last night i went to go take a shower and their was toilet paper in the shower.  not like nice clean rolls of it, but nasty, already used, already in the sewer toilet paper.  i had the normal reaction, i threw on a towel and ran upstairs screaming, "there is junk in our shower!"  well today i arrive home to be informed by krista that now there is not only toilet paper in the shower, but poop.  yes, you read right, there is poop in our shower.  sick.  our landlord is taking care of it tomorrow at 12:30.  it better be gone, forever. 

i had a beautiful weekend up north wisconsin.  my grandparents live in a cabin on a lake.  i relaxed.  i fell asleep on the dock, read on the dock, floated in a tube, played games, had good conversations...i couldn't have asked for a more perfect weekend.  my grandpa is really funny.  i can't quote him or imitate him, but just know that he is really funny.  and he calls me butch.  not in a mean way, but it's his little nick name for me.  some awkwardly laugh when i tell them that, but i like it.  he'll come into the living room, which is where i sleep when i go there, and he'll say, "morning butch." and i'll smile and say, "hi grandpa." and then he kind of winks at me and goes to make breakfast.  i love memories.

i'm going to get a library card!  i've been waiting for this day since i moved into this house.  it feels like christmas.

i'm going to have a bad hair day tomorrow.  today was a ponytail day and tomorrow is a no shower day so that equals bad hair day.  

i'm reading a book and i like it!  well, i'm only one chapter in but so far it's good.

i'm tired.  

it's a beautiful ride

krista and i are sitting on the sofa and she told me to blog and then she told me what to blog about.  she said boob juice, but i did that last time so no more boob juice stories.  i came home today to a freshly mowed lawn, with not so straight lines, just kidding krista, it looked beautiful.  

my roommates are so funny.  i like coming home to them.  i had a hard day, i had to go to the doctor, i won't go into details, but it is not a fun situation.  anyways, krista was sitting on the sofa and then let me hug her for a really long time, and she hugged back, and it was a good hug, a, i'm really happy your home hug, everything's okay hug.  she's great.  

danielle is so great.  she told us great stories about her first day back as a teacher.  i love her so much and how she loves her job and truly cares for her students.  and then she made us laugh, a lot, we're still laughing.

sarah is so fun.  she has such a fun energy and passion.  i love talking to her, getting little random texts during the day, laying on her lap, the olympics are over now, but i loved watching her watch them.  she loves the olympics.  

julie is the bomb diggity.  her heart is beautiful.  she has passion.  she makes me laugh a lot.  she is caring and a great story teller.  i like her a lot.

andrew is so easygoing.  he works out a lot during the day.  i always hear him running around.  sometimes it's slow running and sometimes it's really fast.  he likes to do intervals i guess.

this house is perfect.  these people are perfect.  

 

Tuesday

today at work a baby ripped the nipple out of her bottle spilling boob juice all over my leg!  it was gross.  she laughed and i gagged.  sometimes i wonder why i like my job, but at the end of day a baby will hug me or laugh or wave and it's reasons like that i stay.  

i don't polish my nails because i don't like nail polish, but today when i was at target buying toilet paper, because we're almost out, i bought nail polish as well, but only for my toes.  i don't like it on my fingers, but i do like it on my toes.  it's a really bright color.  i like it and i think it will cheer me up at the end of the day.  just knowing that my toes are bright will get me through some of my days.  

i haven't been reading any books.  i like to read, usually before i go to bed, but i just can't get into any books lately, which reminds me, i still need to unpack my books.  what if i can't get into any books ever again and i never read another book for the rest of my life?!  i can't let that happen.

let me paint you a picture:

last night i crawled into bed with krista, we chatted.  a few minutes later julie joined us.  it was late.  things that wouldn't normally make me laugh, made me laugh a lot.  julie made her foot talk like a southern bell.  krista was sleeping but still talking.  i tried to go to my own bed and they wouldn't let me.  i laughed a lot last night.  it's reasons like that i love living here.  oh yeah, and yesterday julie scared me in the dining room and i screamed really loud and it scared her and then she screamed and then we both fell to the floor laughing.  we laughed for a really long time.  yesterday was a good day.  lots of laughing.

i'm laughing right now because the landlord came to fix the toilet and he opened it and said, "oh yeah, oh man, yeah, that is bad.  hmmm, let's see."  i wonder what was in there...

yes, it has finally happened, i live in a house, with great girls, and as of today, beautiful blinds.  sometimes it's fun being a grown up.  

things i like about being a grown up:

pulling into my driveway (which i don't do often because i park in a parking lot by a church)

coming home to my roommates

long talks about boys

unloading the dishwasher

i don't like:

paying bills

making sure doors are locked

making sure lights are off

life is good these days, for the most part

thank you little boy riding a bike and wearing a helmet for waving at me.  you made me smile all the way home.

i'm moving.  it's happening, right now, as i type.  well, not really as i type, but before i started typing i was moving.  a few boxes now clutter the beautiful home that i am going to share with four beautiful girls.  i couldn't be happier.

i'm disappointed, a little bit in myself but mostly with some people around me.  i wish i could tell them, but i won't.  instead i will be angry and cry a little and then get over it.  i'm not sure that's very healthy, but neither is taco bell and i still eat that.  

i've started biting my nails again.  i used to bite them when i was little but stopped one day.  i kicked the habit cold turkey.  i've started again though.  i don't know why, it usually happens at work which is really gross, i have to wash my hands a lot because i realize they have just been in my mouth.  then i have to file them right away because i don't want them to be uneven.  i think i have too much stress or anxiety over something. 

my eyes are tired.  goodnight world

it's official

friends, or friend, i think only one person reads this, but to whom in may concern, i have purchased a vehicle!!!!  it's very exciting.  i love it, it's pretty, and i park it at work so i can have a clear view from my classroom.  i may be a little obsessed.  

i like reading.  i finally finished the last harry potter book and it was fantastic.  i was nervous and i cried.  i'm going to miss you harry.

i started the diary of a wimpy kid, which is a young adult book, but very funny.  i'm only a few pages from being done and i just started it.  i can't wait to read the second.  and then i will read an adult book, maybe.

i'm not sure what to do with my hair these days.  i don't know if it should be long, or short, or medium, or blonde or brown or red.  man oh man, it's hard being a girl yet again.  

i want to go on a date.  perhaps, watching the bachlorette (i don't know how to spell that) is not the best choice because i'm really jealous that she gets to go on all these really beautiful dates and i'm reading children's books.  lame.