Week 10: And it don't stop keep happening

Welp, I’ve been so lazy with updates, that for once I actually have too MUCH to write about. To keep this post from dragging on forever, I will consolidate my life happenings into dandy bullet points.

• I went to the New York State Fair with Kristen. There was an abundance of food, a vast percentage of which was deep-fried. I glutted myself with glee. Kristen spun tales of her skill at carny games, and took me to the midway to show me her prowess. She won me a Finn doll. I’ve always thought it would be super romantic to go to the fair and have someone win me a stuffed huggable. And I was right. He now chills in my cuddle puddle, which is what I roll around in when I am missing my dog and need to squish something.

This is what friendship looks like

• I was the official judge for the Dan vs. Joe Food Challenge. It was pretty neat. The increasing horror of our waiter as he brought out plate after plate of appetizers was a joy to watch. If the TGI Friday’s in the Destiny mall shuts down any time soon, just know that it was because we ate them out of business. I also got the unprecedented pleasure of helping a hammered Kristen home. Much to my relief, she did not vomit in my car. And thus, a victory.

• I was called as FHE coordinator for my ward (translator’s note for non-Mormons: they asked me to help plan a weekly social activity). It’s something I’m very excited to do, and I have a lot of ideas. When I asked what our budget was, my bishop just shrugged, so I am buying everyone ponies. We are all getting ponies and going on a pony ride. Just kidding, there will be no ponies. But I now have the power to force a moderate-sized group of people to do my bidding.

• I got some overtime at the office! Yay! That means I was able to pull together enough money to get plane tickets home for Christmas! I still wish there was a place to sell blood around here, though, because money is not something I have a decadent abundance of. Oh well, I can probably sell my liver on the black market. Anyone know any shady back allies soliciting organs for cash?

• I got a flat tire. It was awful and I hated every minute of it. I spent all of twenty minutes just figuring out how to get my stupid jack out of its snug berth. Turns out I’m stupid and couldn’t figure out that I need to unscrew the silly thing. Anyways, my strong independent woman streak continues.

This is the poopsicle that made me an hour late to work.

• Mother dearest and I are almost done watching Angel together. It kinda makes me sad, because then we won’t have anything to watch long-distance. Mutual adoration of Spike is about 75% of our conversations lately, and I’m just not ready for the hole in my life when that stops. I have a nefarious plan, though, that I cannot describe in detail until I set it into motion. Suffice it to say that Operation Birthday Bash is a go.

And there you have it. My life in a few nutshells for you. Maybe I’ll update again sometime in the next month. Have a good one~