16. January is out to get me + hooping madness

Guys…this month has been rough. Not in a “oh, the weather sucks, and I’m tired, and I just want to lay under blankets” way. Well…yes. But also because everything is breaking this month. My new computer, my winter boots, my dryer, my heart…ok, that was emo. I apologize. I need to get real for a moment, though. I have been a little sad this month. See, I’m turning 27 in two months and I’m not exactly where I thought I’d be in life. I do have a lot of wonderful things going on, and that makes me unbelievably happy, but…I can’t believe I’m writing this, but…I really want to start a family. I want a husband. I want a baby. (Yes, Mom, I want a baby…) A lot most of my friends are currently in a serious relationship, engaged, or trying to get pregnant right now, and I’m not. And I’d like to be. Now, cue everyone saying, “Oh, Steph, you’ve got plenty of time. You’ll find someone when the time is right. God has a plan for you. You just need to be patient, and it’ll happen when you least expect it.” To anyone who had that thought pop into their head: SHUT UP! Here’s the reality of the situation: yes, I firmly believe God has a plan for me, and that I will find someone. But I am not patient, and I am ALWAYS expecting it. Literally. I walk into Target to buy panty liners, and I’m on the lookout. I can’t help it. Also, I’ve not had a boyfriend in seven years. SEVEN. YEARS. (That’s how long I’ve been teaching dance!) Granted, there have been months/years when I haven’t wanted a boyfriend, but there’s also been plenty of time that I have and it’s just not happening. I am unbelievably frustrated, and just plain sad. I want a baby. Seeing people with their babies makes it worse. Hearing people talk about their kids makes it worse. Knowing that I am nowhere near having a family of my own? Well…that’s why this January is sucking. I am so, SO happy for all my friends. I am. I’m just having a hard time waiting…and people telling me it’ll be ok, is not helping at all. 

…I probably should have warned you I’m half way through a glass of wine right now. And, I just saw the preview for “Winter’s Tale,” which makes me a little teary. Also, I typed “flask” instead of “glass.” Whoops.

So…the hula hooping update. It’s going well…but I can’t freaking wait for this month to be over. I don’t think I’ve cursed any of my list items as harshly as this one. I just really don’t like this hula hoop anymore. Woof.

Day 18 (Jan 20): 3 minutes

Day 19 (Jan 21): 1 minute (Between the weather and dance, I was in a whole lot of pain that night. I barely made it to 1 minute.)

Day 20 (Jan 22): 10 minutes

Day 21 (Jan 23): 6 minutes

Day 22 (Jan 24): 6.5 minutes

Day 23 (Jan 25): 4 minutes

Day 24 (Jan 26): 3 minutes

Day 25 (Jan 27): 6 minutes

 

I am in the final stretch, people! 6 more days and I’ll be finished! Yay! Thanks for hanging with me, and also for letting me get a bit sentimental today. You all are the best! Remember to follow me, and leave me some comments! I appreciate it 🙂

xoxo

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16. A Bad Week for Hula Hooping

Guys…it’s not even 9:00 and I am ready for bed. Let’s be honest, I was ready for bed two hours ago. I’m trying to save face, but I don’t think it’s worth it.

I just wanted to share a quick update on hoola hooping. It’s been a bit of a rough week. Things started off ok. I did Monday through Wednesday in the morning before work, which was a good idea, since I can barely stand when I get home.

Day 11 (Jan 13): 16 minutes

Day 12 (Jan 14): 17 minutes

Day 13 (Jan 15): 18 minutes

But then, Thursday rolled around. Oh Thursday. What a rotten day. My roommate, Tyler, got up before I did and put some things in the dryer. That’s what woke me up. My bedroom is on the second floor. The laundry is in the basement. Anyway, I didn’t have time to figure out what was wrong with the dryer, so I went to work, but worried all day that I was going to need to buy a new dryer. I finally convinced myself that I was overreacting, only to come home and find that I did, indeed, need to buy a new dryer. I spent the whole night looking up electric dryers. Turns out, I have a gas dryer. Sigh. The only thing good about my night? I got to Skype with Ria. I love that lady. She just knows exactly what I need. I don’t know what I’d do without her. After skyping, I went to bed. It was 11:30. At 11:38, I remembered I needed to hoola hoop. Nope. Not gonna happen.

I was planning to start back at Day 1 of hoola hooping, but decided that, like most things, the list is a lesson in compromise. My compromise was not to be so hard on myself. So, on Friday, I combined my time for Thursday and Friday, for a grand total of 39 minutes. I also decided to add one additional day to the end of my month.

Day 15 (Jan 17): 19 minutes + 20 minutes

Well, it turns out 39 minutes was a bad idea, because I woke up Saturday with back and knee pain. I did my full hooping time, but decided I needed to compromise again. So, in the interest of me being able to walk at the end of this month, I am going to hoola hoop for as long as I’m able, and when it hurts, I’ll stop. I was only able to do 5 minutes tonight. Ugh.

Day 16 (Jan 18): 21 minutes

Day 17 (Jan 19): 5 minutes

Despite it being a bad week for hoola hooping, it was a great week for friendship. I got several reminders of how lucky I am to have the friends I do, and just how much they are willing to do for me. I am beyond blessed. I have the greatest friends in the world!

Well, the sleep is overtaking me, so I better go. But, what do you all think of my new site? Do you love it? Let me know, and don’t forget to “follow!”

The Big Move

Hello all! If you are brand new, welcome! If you’re a faithful reader, welcome to my new site! I’ve moved over all my posts, and you can find them below. I’m still figuring out WordPress, so please bear with me through the changes. Any and all feedback is appreciated. I’m very excited for the new site, and hope you are too! To stay updated on me and the list, please follow my blog! (Click the “follow” button at the top of your screen.)

All new posts will be available on this site only, but I’ll link this site to my old one, in case you forget.

Until next time,

xoxo

16. Adventures in Hoola Hooping

Happy Sunday night, friends! Did you all have a nice weekend? Aside from the raging headache I’ve had for the past 6 days, I did. Although, weirdly, I’m excited for tomorrow to be Monday. I am in desperate need of some routine in my life. I had 2 weeks off from teaching for Christmas break; the first week, I didn’t work at all. The second week, I worked normal people hours (8:30-4:30.) This past Monday should have been the start of my regular schedule, but due to the Arctic Freeze (is that what we’re calling it?) I didn’t actually start teaching until Wednesday. Now, don’t get me wrong, I LOVE my weekends…but I’m ready to get back on schedule because not having one has made me lazy. Case in point: I’m still in my PJs and, aside from a 5 minute trip down the street for coffee, I’ve not left my house or the couch in hours. Lazy.

Anyway,  I am 1/3 of the way through my month of hoola hooping! Woot woot! It’s actually not as hard as I thought it was going to be! (That’s what she said.) After some initial discomfort from using a weighted hoola hoop, it’s been easy and something I enjoy doing every day…Stella doesn’t really like the hoola hoop, and Charlee’s not sure. After my first day of hooping, I took my waist and hip measurements, just to see if there is any change at the end of the month. Who knows, I may keep going after my 30 days are up!

Day 2 (Jan 4): 5 minutes

Day 3 (Jan 5): 7 minutes

Day 4 (Jan 6): 8 minutes

Day 5 (Jan 7): 10 minutes

Day 6 (Jan 8): 10 minutes

Day 7 (Jan 9): 12 minutes

Day 8 (Jan 10): 13 minutes

Day 9 (Jan 11): 14 minutes

Day 10 (Jan 12): 15 minutes

Aside from hoola hooping, I only have one other announcement: I am planning to move my blog to a new home! It will probably not be until the end of the month, but I will keep you all posted. Thanks, as always, for your support, and don’t forget to follow and share!

xoxo

 

The One with Day 1 of #16

Happy 2014, peeps! Did everyone have a nice holiday? I did! I got to spend two days at my parents’ house for Christmas, followed by two more days at my grandparents’ house. I ate good food, got some wonderful gifts (including a brand new camera, so I can take nicer blog photos!!!), played hours of cards, and just enjoyed being with my family. It was a great Christmas.

Kitties on catnip

 

Christmas at Grandma’s

 

Christmas lights in LaCrosse

 

Minnesota snow

For New Year’s, both my sisters were in town and I invited some friends over. It was the best NYE celebration that has ever existed…PJ themed. There was good food (again), a Mulan viewing and sing-along, a heated game of Monopoly, and a champagne toast followed by “The One with the Routine.” Also, it snowed the whole next day, so I got one more day of lazy with my sisters and rewatched season 3 of Once Upon a Time.

 

Me and Bryan trying to stay awake…because we’re old

 

Our only group photo…fancy feets.

So, what’s new with me in 2014? 

I got myself a roommate! My friend, Tyler, is living with me for a few months. I haven’t had a roommate since college, so it’s definitely been weird having someone else at my house all the time. Pros: he cleans, takes care of Stella and Charlee when I’m gone, and helps me shovel snow. Cons: he talks a lot. And is very mean during Monopoly. Overall, he’s a keeper. 95% of the time. Maybe 80% of the time…

I also started remodeling my bedroom. I haven’t done anything to it since I moved in. I have a hard time spending money on myself for big projects, but I sucked it up and got myself a new comforter and curtains, and rearranged my furniture. More fun things to come…

 Lastly, I’ve set my New Year’s resolutions…

1. Maintain my weight and tone up. (Basically, keep doing what I’m doing. And maybe throw in a little extra strengthening.)

2. Live the life I want to and stop worrying about what other people expect. (Easier said than done, but I’m going to work on it!)

3. I’m going to keep this one to myself for awhile. I’ll let you in on it eventually, but it’s a big commitment, so I want to make sure I stick to it first. 🙂

4. Lastly, cross at least 8 things off my list this year. 

In the spirit of resolutions,  I just completed day 1 of hoola hooping! (#16 on my list is to hoola hoop daily for a whole month.) In true over-achiever form, I am using my weighted hoola hoop. If you’ve never used a weighted hoola hoop before, they hurt like hell for the first few days. I was only going to do it for 2 minutes today and I ended up sticking it out was tricked by Tyler into doing it for 4. Woot woot! I’m hoping to increase my time by a minute each day. Wish me luck! It’s gonna be great!

I’m so ready for this…

 

Right?!

 

2. Make a list of 5 things I learned as a kid that I want to teach my kids

Happy December 1st, people! I hope you all had an excellent Thanksgiving break! I really did. I got to go to my parents’ house for the first time in two months, which was really nice, and spend time with my whole family. I got my entire house decorated for Christmas. I ate an obscene amount of food, drank an obscene amount of coffee, and watched nearly 24 hours of “Modern Family.” I’d call that a success.

Being home for the holidays and getting ready for Christmas always makes me think back on when I was little, which was PERFECT for this week, as I was trying to figure out something I could cross off my list. I have several things in the works, but realized I hadn’t actually officially crossed anything off yet…until now. So, without further ado, here are 5 things I learned as a kid that I want to teach my own kids.

1. I learned how to play.

Yes, you read that correctly. I learned how to play. I know that may seem silly, but having taught preschool the past three years and witnessing several children who didn’t know how to play, it’s really not silly at all. I am really thankful that my parents took time to play with us and be silly. I’m also thankful  that I had two live-in playmates in my sisters. Some of my fondest memories of childhood involved playing Barbies, playing basketball in the backyard with my dad, and playing board games together as a family. When I was growing up, my dad was a math teacher at the local high school, and he’d often go in on the weekends to grade papers and do prep work. He’d bring us along and let us loose in the gym for what felt likes hours. We’d run, scream, practice cartwheels, and sometimes, play hide and seek in the whole school. It was the best time, and I’ll never forget it.

 

Lookin’ super fly in the 90’s (I’m the one wearing Mickey and Minnie…hell yeah!)

2. I learned to pursue my interests.

I am so thankful, every single day, that I wasn’t one of those kids who does one thing for their entire childhood. I did EVERYTHING. Literally. Acting, dance, cooking class, stained glass, drawing, rocketry, basketball, softball, soccer, tennis, track, band, choir, color guard, math club, science club, speech, creative writing, Girl Scouts, I could probably go on. My parents were awesome at making sure I wasn’t overloaded, and that I gave all my interests a fair chance. I wasn’t allowed to quit whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, which I’m also very thankful for. Getting to try so many things really helped me decide what I liked and what I didn’t.  I mean, if I had stuck with one thing for my whole life, I’d be a cheerleader right now. So…thanks Mom and Dad for letting me try everything. And also, for not letting me be a professional cheerleader.

 

Fun fact: my dad started taking me to baby swim lessons when I was 18 months!

(I’m the cutie on the right)

3. I learned responsibility.

When I went to college, I was a little stunned when my roommate shared with me that she didn’t know how to do the dishes, and that her mom usually made her bed for her. Uh, WHAT?! And you’re how old? For as long as I can remember, we always had chores and even had a chore chart at one point! When my dad broke his elbow when I was in middle school, I learned how to mow the lawn since he wasn’t able. When we got our cats, Mal and I had to agree to help take care of them, which meant I had to scoop litter. (Oh, so much litter.) While all those things seemed like a pain in the ass at the time, I’m so glad I actually learned how to do them. I take a lot of pride when people comment on the cleanliness of my house. Thanks Mom. 🙂

Responsibly holding my Uncle Mike’s cat like a boss

 

Most responsible big sister ever

4. I learned that being smart is something to be proud of, but that it didn’t make me better than anyone else.

Now, I obviously don’t remember this, but my mom stayed home with me when I was little, and taught me how to read before I turned 3. My dad, as I mentioned, was a math teacher, so we did timed math tests every night before bed. I never thought that I was any different from any of the other kids in school; I honestly assumed that everyone did math tests while they had their bedtime snack. I knew that I was in “talented and gifted” classes, but at no point do I remember feeling superior to my classmates. I really have my parents to thank for that. They were proud of me and my accomplishments, not proud that I was “smarter” or a better reader than the rest of my class. Ashton Kutcher recently said that being smart is sexy, but I think being humble about it is, too. 

5. I learned how to be a good friend.

Just like anyone else, I encountered a lot of nice kids growing up, and a lot of not-so-nice kids, too. But no matter how nice or not nice, my parents instilled in me a foundation based on the golden rule and how to be a good person. Being a good person was right up there with learning my times tables, and doing all my chores; it was just as important, if not more so. Sure, I got teased, mocked, and even bullied a bit, but I was never, ever a nasty, mean person. Now, there are some times I can remember not being a great friend, but I think, for the most part, I’ve done very well in that area. If my future kids can be good friends, I’ll know I did something right.

 

Being such a good friend to baby Mallory

On my gosh, look what a good friend I am!

 So, there you go. My future children will be intelligent, responsible, playful, involved, good friends. And if they’re not, I’ll love them anyway. So, there is one thing officially crossed off my list! Yah yah! Only 29 more things to go! 

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Until next time, xoxo

 

 

19. Write a book

…DONE. Ok, ok, I’m totally kidding. I WISH I was done. Actually, I wish I was done with any of the things on my list. Why did Ria make this list so hard? WHYYYYYYYY?

I’m going to keep this one short. I’ve been in the writing mood the past few weeks, and have thought about starting my book, but I have no idea what to write about. Cue lots of ideas rolling in from my devoted readers…but seriously. I need your help. What would you like me to write a book about? I’m open to ANYTHING! Cookbook, children’s book (I’ve toyed with writing a book starring my kitty girls), book about my dating disasters, a book about my blog…I need you to tell me. I know my blog audience is generally a silent one, but I need you all to speak up and help a sister out. Please. Comment below!

xoxo

22. Go to a new restaurant every 3 months: Bowls Urban Eats

This week has sucked. (Also, hi. Welcome back.) But seriously. I’ve spent the last week being sick. I’ll spare you the details, but it started as the flu and has resulted in me not having any energy or appetite this week. Really, it was a good week to be sick since we only had class Monday and Tuesday (two nights off for trick or treating…woot woot!), but I missed our Halloween event at work AND I missed my trip to Cincinnati to see Danielle, which I’ve been looking forward to for…forever. So, instead of writing this post to you from Cincinnati after eating a gourmet hot dog at Senate, like I had originally planned, this post is coming to you directly from my couch.

As I mentioned, I’ve had zero appetite this week. Nothing has sounded good, not even my favorite foods. Today was the first day in a week that I’ve woken up hungry, which was a relief after six days of waking up feeling like death. Anyway, I was extra excited because I had dinner plans with Bryan and Seth tonight and I needed something fun to make up for not being with Danielle. On top of that, I knew I’d get to blog about my dinner experience, so triple excitement!

Bryan and I go out to eat a lot, but we are definitely creatures of habit. We go to the same places, and order the same things each time. In fact, I could probably order for Bryan everywhere we go. Seriously. (Los Agaves- chicken fajita quesadilla. Café Fresh- chicken quesadilla wrap. Red Robin- Clucks and fries OR the Bleu Ribbon burger with a turkey burger. I could go on…) We were discussing dinner options yesterday and, after ruling out a few places, decided on Bowls Urban Eats. Bowls is a newer restaurant downtown. It’s actually about a 5 minute drive from my house, but I’d never been.

Now, per Ria’s instructions, I was supposed to pick something on the menu I wouldn’t normally order and then write a review on it. I looked up the menu earlier today so I’d have an idea of what I was in for, but I decided I’d make my final selection when I got there. Bryan and Seth were waiting for me when I arrived. Bowls is very small, but really cute! 

They had been there before, so I let them order first. Several things looked good, but when I got to the counter, I blurted out something I hadn’t really been looking at: Spicy Szechuan Noodles. It was on the “Guilt-Free Bowls” part of the menu and had a lot of veggies in it, which I’m normally not keen on. But I added some chicken and decided it would be fine. I ordered a Mountain Dew with it as a treat. I don’t know if I ever mentioned this, but I gave up my daily Mountain Dew in August! I still drink it occasionally, but don’t keep it in the house anymore. It was hard at first, but it’s been such a positive change! Anyway, I placed my order and then had a seat at a high table. One thing I really liked right away was that it wasn’t packed with people. There were 2 other people there when we arrived, and a small group came in as we were finishing up.  I also liked how quickly our food arrived. It wasn’t done so fast that I questioned whether or not it was fresh, but I also wasn’t clawing my eyes out with hunger. My Spicy Szechuan Noodles with chicken

Bryan’s Mac and Jack with chicken

Seth’s Urban Alfredo

Initially, I was a little nervous I would still be hungry after finishing my bowl, but that was NOT the case. It was so filling and SO delicious! In addition to the noodles and chicken, the bowl had broccoli, carrots, a mix of bell peppers, and peanuts. The sauce was very flavorful and had a nice kick to it, but wasn’t too spicy. The veggies were cooked to perfection, and I was very happy with the texture of the noodles. I always worry at noodle places about the noodles being soggy or slimy, but they were great! The chicken was great, and really absorbed the flavor of the sauce. I was very impressed with the food, and even more so with the price! My entire meal was $7.48! The environment was excellent. As I said, it wasn’t overly packed. They had a fun Pandora station playing at a nice volume. The staff was very friendly, and didn’t bother us while we were eating. I will definitely be going back. As a comparison, I’d say Bowls is similar to Noodles and Company. However, I’d rate Bowls higher because:

a) it’s local

b) it’s a shorter drive

c) the food tasted fresher and had more flavor

 Overall, I’d say the experience was a positive one! 

Happy with pasta in our bellies!

We rounded out our night with a stop at Hobby Lobby to stock up on clearance Halloween decorations, Coldstone for ice cream, and a few episodes of Friends. It was a great night, and a great end to a not-so-great week.

 

4. Learn to care for myself. Give myself a pamper day every 6 months.

Hello readers, from me, on my couch, on a Wednesday at 4:30pm. I’m taking a sick day. Ugh. When did sick days get so boring? Remember when you were little and sick days meant napping, delicious soup, and reading in bed? I’ve had none of those things today. I stayed home because I’m dizzy when I stand, and a little when I’m sitting, and while teaching dance from a pillow on the floor would be a good challenge, I thought I should try to zap whatever this is out of my system. Now, I’ve tried to nap, on 3 separate occasions, but I’m just not tired. I don’t have any soup in the house, and haven’t been in the mood to read. So basically, I’m a cranky, dizzy, grump. With a super cute little nugget on my lap, which I’d gladly show you a picture of, but my Internet freezes every time I try to attach a picture. Woof.

Ok, so I’m about to get serious for a minute. Hold onto your hats. The past couple years, I’ve held mini conferences with my older dance students. I give them a goal sheet on the first day of class and they have to come up with three goals, which we discuss during their conference. I do the conferences during class, and although I like getting to chat with my students one on one, it takes a long time and doesn’t always produce the dialogue I’m hoping for. Sometimes, it provides no dialogue and I might as well be telling the wall how impressed I am with its intricate footwork. So, this year, I decided to switch it up a bit and give my students a notecard each month. I pose a question, they respond on the notecard, and then I write back to them on the back. Jessica and I are both doing it with our classes, and so far, I’m really enjoying it. So, this month, our question is, “What qualities do you have that make you a successful _______ dancer?” I posed this question to my advanced tap girls on Monday. I have 4 girls in there, who are all extremely talented. But when I gave them the question, they all stared at me blankly. I stared back. They stared some more. Finally, one of them said, “But what if I don’t know?” My response was something along the lines of, “You mean, what if you don’t know what makes you one of the most successful tap dancers in our program?” I thought this was a little strange at first; I mean, surely they had to know they were talented. So I said, “Well, for example, if I was doing one of these, I’d write about my sense of rhythm, and how I pick up a lot of tap steps by listening rather than watching. I’d also talk about how I seek out challenging steps on my own, to help me become a better tapper and a better teacher.” Crickets. And then it hit me. These beautiful, talented, awesome girls that I work with don’t know how to brag about themselves! They don’t know how to talk up their good points, or what makes them GOOD. So I said that. Just that. And they all agreed. “But bragging about yourself makes you seem like a jerk,” one of them said. I agreed that it can, but if done in the right way, it doesn’t have to. It makes you look confident. It took them nearly 15 minutes, but at the end of class, each girl turned in a notecard with all the reasons she was a successful tapper. It got me thinking, though. Is it part of our nature as humans, or as girls, to discredit our successes? I’m read about how females think they are imposters, especially in the work environment. I’ve felt it. And I’m pretty sure my 16 year old self wouldn’t have known what to write either. Why are we that way? Why is it so hard to recognize our strengths? The girls told me that if the assignment had been to write a card for each person in their class, they could do it. It was hard because it was about them. 

I’m bringing this all up because, I feel like a big part of my job is to be a personal cheerleader for each one of my students. Some days, I’m praising them. Other days, I’m giving them tough love. Some days still, I’m trying to help them with life lessons. But, I am always, ALWAYS pushing them to take care of themselves. Always. Have a big test tomorrow? It’s ok to miss class to study. Your ankle hurts? There’s no shame in sitting down. Take care of yourself.

…Which is something I need to say to myself more often. I mean, earlier today, I had an internal battle raging: go to work, when I knew I shouldn’t, or stay home? I kept trying to tell myself that maybe I’d feel better once I got to work, and that being dizzy wasn’t so bad, it could be worse, etc. In the end, the smart part of my brain won, and I decided to take care of myself. Yes, I’m sitting here feeling bad that Jessica is teaching my classes for me, but I made the right choice.

Now, today isn’t my pamper day. That would be awful. My real pamper day was supposed to be this past Friday. I scheduled a massage for after work, and cleared my evening schedule so I could have the night to myself. Me, homemade pizza, cheesecake, wine, and JGL movies. Best night ever. Well, it didn’t turn out that way. The massage was excellent, but I got home and spent the next three hours working on scheduling for the show I’m choreographing. I ate dinner at 9, sans wine, as my massage left me pretty dehydrated. My slice of cheesecake was the smallest thing known to man, and, in all honesty, wasn’t that good. I thought my pamper day had been a failure. But, then my sister, Mal arrived on Saturday morning and things looked up. She convinced me to set my work aside for a bit and go shopping. We did, met my friends Bryan and Seth for lunch, shopped some more, ordered buffalo chicken pizza (yum!), and watched Modern Family all night. The next day, we stayed in PJs, ate leftovers, skyped with Kaylee while Mal did a dramatic reading of “The Giving Tree,” cried during said dramatic reading, took naps, and went for a walk. Though it wasn’t planned, it was the most relaxing weekend I’ve had in a long time. I loved every minute of it. And, even if I didn’t know how to take care of myself, Mal knew exactly what I needed. It was the best pamper weekend ever.

Phew…this post turned out much longer than I anticipated, so yay for you if you made it through. Now, I’d like to challenge each of you to your own pamper day. You deserve it, you need it, so just do it.

Until next time, xoxo.

The One with the 5 Before 35

Have you ever done something that you’ve immediately regretted? What am I saying; of course you have! That happened to me last night, in the form of a four cheese Hot Pocket. Now, before you get all judge-y and “whatever happened to you getting down to a size 6 and eating healthy,” let me stop you. Hot Pockets are delicious. Also, convenient, especially when you’ve been at work all day, with cranky pre-teens who keep commenting on how “easy” everything is, and dinner is the last thing you’d like to make. Last night was that night, so I threw a Hot Pocket into the oven…ok, two. I threw TWO Hot Pockets into the oven and curled up on the couch to wait. Best decision ever, I thought. My house smelled fabulous, the final episode of Full House was on (the one where Michelle falls off her horse and can’t remember anyone), and in a short wait, I’d have some delicious cheesy goodness in my belly. Wrong. See, I have the patience of a two year old, so as soon as the oven timer went off, I put my Hot Pockets on a plate, went into the living room, and immediately took a bite. Immediately. As in 60 seconds after my Hot Pocket had been removed from 375 degrees of blistering heat. Naturally, I burned the shit out of my mouth, and although it was totally worth it at the time, it’s 12 hours later, and I’m not amused. And I’m too scared to drink my chai tea, for fear of a repeat event. Oh Tuesday, you’re off to a stupid start.

In other news, I’m sorry I left you all hanging for the past 2 1/2 weeks. I posted my list, and then left, and that’s just rude. But, never fear. I’m back, and I’ve decided on which 5 things I’m going to hold out on. For those of you just catching up, Ria gave me a list of 35 things, and I had to choose 30 to complete before my 30th, and 5 that I have to complete before I turn 35. I’ve decided that it’s entirely possible that I might start those 5 things before I turn 30; I just want to give myself extra time to finish them. So, here they are:

19. Write a book: let’s be honest, this may take me until I’m 40…which is only 13 1/2 years away. Oh God. Anyway, I’m starting to throw some book options around. I’ll keep you posted.

21. Read the whole Bible: I’m a slow reader. Like, terribly slow. I had to guess on the whole 2nd half of the reading section on the ACT because there wasn’t enough time. I also don’t have a ton of time to read right now (Case in point: I’ve been reading Perks of Being a Wallflower for about 8 months now…and I’m not even half way. Sorry, Kaylee!) In all honesty, I should probably start this tomorrow…

23. Go on a mission trip to another country: Believe me, I’d drop everything and go do this tomorrow, if it weren’t for a little thing called money. Before Ria sent me the list, I made a deal with myself to have all my debt (house not included) paid off by my 31st birthday. Now, it’s entirely feasible that it will be paid off way before then, but I was anticipating some unexpected expenses popping up, so I gave myself a little more time. With that being said, I’d really like my debt to be paid off before I go on this trip, so, it has to wait a little bit.

33. Go to Australia: The money thing again…although, this trip will probably come first…and possibly before my 30th. I need to see my Ria!

34. Foster a dog: this might also happen before my 30th, but I wanted to give myself some time. Given the fact that I live alone, I don’t think a dog is ideal right now, even though I’d love to have one. Since I don’t know what’s in store for me, I thought I’d push this one off for a little bit, and see what happens in life.

So, there you go! You’re all up to date. Stay tuned… I’m hoping to cross something off my list in the very near future, and I have a feeling it’s going to be very amusing…to everyone except me.