Captivating

I rented Sense and Sensibility from the City Library yesterday. I got the one with Alan Rickman playing Captain Brandon..... at age 50. Now Alan Rickman looks nothing like 50 in this movie but the fact is this man IS 50! My normal "Ick "factor however did not last long and I was captivated by the movie. I always feel the need to talk like a Jane Austen character after I watch these sorts of films. I was so captivated by this stimulating presentation that I went on the indulge myself in a midnight viewing of Pride and Prejudice. I think I may just watch these two captivating films over and over until I die with happiness.
Just Remember Keep Calm, Avoid Willoughbys, and Find your Mr. Darcy or Captain Brandon. Whatever floats your boat!

It's a Goal.

Dear Trax Conductors,
You must magically know that 4-6pm in the great city is so busy and crowded that a person could die and no one would notice. They would simply be shoved along in the great stampied of jaywalkers, screaming babies and pissed off people. Thank you for holding the train up while I waited for the mythical walking sign. You must of been able to see the desperation on  my face as I considered bolting into traffic to make the train. I must have momentarily lost the few rational brain cells that would have reminded me that a new train comes every 15 minutes so bolting into traffic was not a top priority. It was however very kind of you to wait and if I knew your name and number I would send you a box of cookies or maybe a bouquet of newly sharpen pencils or maybe a copy of You've Got Mail so that you could fully appreciate the newly sharpen pencils.

Poop.

Poop.
Poop is a big part of my job.
It is a awfully good thing that babies are cute.
Today was a blow out day.
Sicky orange poop all over.
I used around 100 wipes.
But to no avail.
Poop got everywhere.
Ben was even so kind as to wipe it on my arm.
My father is shuddereing as he reads this.
He hates baby poop.

After work I managed to make it to the City Library to pick up summer camp books on butterflies.
Every thing was nice and dandy until I relaized I had four minutes to check out and race to my car before the Libaray would then charge me 1.50 to be parked in their garage.
Everything would have been find and dandy still except that I decided the best way to hurry the old elevator doors was to push on them was the opened.
There I was with half open doors, in sight of the ticket machine and I was stuck....
10 minutes later a kind sir let me out and I payed my stupid 1.50.

I will now read Cheaper by the Dozen, eat yogurt bites thata re ment for babies and try not to be bitter about the second bag of bites I could have had if I had never pushe don those stupid doors.

Maybe they give their Families Back

Nothing is better then a weekend at home with my parents.
We tend to do hardly anything that would be considered "exciting" to the outside world.
We Simply hangout.
We watch Olympics, Stay in out PJs until noon on Sundays and talk for hours.
My Dad and I are quite big talkers.
(If it was Olympic sport I would be sitting in London right now having tea with Kate and William)
My mom is the listener who nods and say says " Yes....Sure... How Fun....Really?" as we chatter on like chipmunks.
See this post is nothing close to excting.
All I can say is I hope everyone else has a place to call "Home" like I do. A place where you can wear PJs and have frizzy hiar while eating Peanut Butter balls and watching the Olmpics. Simply a place where oyu are loved, teased and blessed.

I have 15 minutes to brush my teeth, gather up my Summer Camp bucket and get my butt out the door.... yet I am on Blogger.
It is a special occasion because this morning following a terrible night of stomache pain and no sleep, my lovely old bathroom door fell right of it hinges practically knocking me out cold.
So I got the creep into my roommate's bathroom, take an ice cold shower and then sneak back into my room. Now I will go hide Ginger Ale in my water bottle so that I might secretly sip at during summer camp.

I think you forgot I am wallowing.

It all started when I woke up at 6:30 AM unable to sleep.
I was falling asleep in sacrament.....
I needed a nap.
I could not nap.
My eyes and mind were not cooperating.
So the result of no nap, yet a a tired body, is...wallowing.....
Wallowing is when you lay on your bed with the fan 3 inches from your face.
You were your PJs even though it's the middle of the afternoon.
You watch sapping show which make you lonely.
You text your friend who basically thinks you are crazy.
Basically, you end up missing your mommy as you lay in your sweaty PJs with a head ache that makes you think you are to weak to even change played Gilmore Girls DVD for the next one.
Really you are just wallowing.
Smart people would get up, go to ward prayer and make a healthy late dinner.
I however will lay here wishing for chicken and ranch while I do a very good impression of a dead baby elephant.
Confused?
Me too.
I'm wallowing.
That is all.

Hells kitchen is full of lazy people, fruit snacks and melted chocolate......

Do you ever have the craving for Peanut Butter Cookies, but since you are to lazy to wash the all dishes it would involve, you simply eat a fruit snack?
...ya I never do that either.....
Fruit snacks are the new dessert for poor and lazy college people.
Problem is, after eating your 50th package, you never want to see a piece of sticky, artificially flavored  gummy substance again.
I do have my emergency chocolate bar in the freezer..... but it is like Hell's kitchen as taken up residence in my apartment. I greatly fear the moment I pull out my chocolate it will melt into a puddle at my feet. That would be practically a felony in the world of Chocolate, so in the freezer my beloved Symphony bars awaits. It's really to bad that I ate my left over Rocky Road ice cream for breakfast.
Believe it or not I do know how to make and eat healthy food......
I had a nice meal of pork chop, roll and apple for "Lunner" today.  But that meal is what bought me to my craving for PB cookies..... So curse you healthy foods! I am going to take a nap....
 If you don't hear from me soon.... chances are I melted.
Happy Sunday.