G-chat+ Jenny= No work done but loads of entertainment!

There are days when you just don't want to work (aka today or any other day after a holiday. Or let's be honest almost every day for me. Anyway!). So to kill time I often times goggle chat with the Jenster and/or the Larsipan and occasionally the Christi and Bethy poo. Mostly Jenny and Lara. Well today I was g-chatting Jenny and this played out. Enjoy!

me:  Jenny...loads has happened since I last chatted with you

 Jenny:  haha i'm sorry, i had to reboot and then got distracted

what up?

 me:  I had tea...and my tea ball popped open in my tea...so I had crap floating in it

I looked for a strainer...no dice

 Jenny:  ick

hate floaters

 me:  Decided to fashion one out of coffee filters. Ended up pouring most of it on my carpet and garbage can with some hitting my contraption

 Jenny:  lol

why are you not video taping these events??

 me:  Haha! I don't know! But I was just thinking if someone walked into my office right ten I'd have a lot of explaining to do.

 Jenny:  yes!

 me:  Ay...I need a mental institution

 Jenny:  dpm
that means: dont we all

 me:  it does?! How did I miss that?!

 Jenny:  yes, also it means: my fingers can't find the right keys

me:  hahaha!!

I like it!

ahhh! there is tea everywhere! I'm a bout to have a flood

 Jenny:  BAIL! BAIL!!

 me:  I'm trying to ready the life boats but they won't cooperate!

 Jenny:  you need to inflate your floatation device, quick!!

 me:  women and children first! Move it or lose it sister!

 Jenny:  lol

 me:  I'm afraid since it is my ship (aka my office) I probably have to go down with the ship....

I need some "nearer my god to thee" on itunes...hold on a sec. uh yup there we go

 Jenny:  haha

going down with the ship is the only respectable thing to do......

 me:  It really is...considering I am the one that kind of started the flood...I might as well. My crew abandoned me however

Pantywaists

 Jenny:  cowards

 me:  that's the last time I hire Somali pirates!

 Jenny:  word

 me:  Ah well that was fun!

and entertaining...which means it might become a blog post!

 Jenny:  it's a must-post

 me:  For sure!

Let me add a side note. I have the WORST luck with eating/drinking in my office. We had the hot chocolate fiasco of 2011 (where I spilled hot chocolate all over important papers) then the eclair coup. In my other office I had the pomegranate incident of 2010 where I was eating a pomegranate and ended up squirting red juice up the wall...panicked tried to fix it and ended up smearing it into a big red mess. Then the water flood of the summer of 2011 as well. That one at least cleaned my desk off nicely. I'm pretty sure I should not be allowed to eat nor drink in my office anymore.

An Offer

So I found this house. Pretty nice house, needs some renovations but nothing major. 4 bed 2 bath. And its a REALLY good deal. I got my mortgage pre-approval letter today so things are good and I can make an offer! Woot! Or is it? I have had all these doubts come flooding in and ended up hanging up on my realtor before telling him to make the offer. Will I be able to afford it? What will dad do once I'm gone? Will he be ok alone? Will my guilt of leaving him in the house alone eventually drive me to the looney hospital? Can I care for a house? What if I still want to travel can I afford to do both? What if you can't make the changes that I want? What if it turns out to to be a really bad house and needs a lot more time and money than I have? (obviously a lot of my concerns are money related) I wish mom was here. She was really good at helping me talk things out. I have my dad, who I love, but he is more practical than I am. I have my siblings, who again I love, but they aren't the same. My mom understood me. She would have seen my vision for the house and given me ideas. Supported me and helped me figure things out. She got me better than anyone else ever has. *sigh* I can't change that situation. All I can do is try to make the decision that she would have helped me make. Wish me luck! :)

P.S. On the plus side, if I buy this house I will not look weird when I creep the home makeover blogs! :D

To personal train or not personal train

I like Hamlet....but I mostly like tweaking the famous phrase to fit my own desires. :) So Here is my question. I've been thinking about checking out a personal trainer with the gym I go to. But its like $130 for 3 sessions. Is it worth it? I really want to get better at working out for some stupid reason the change of the weather has really screwed me up. Mostly I just need to stop being a whiney pants about it and go running. Jenny dearest and I are planning on picking up the half marathon training in January again. I would like to get in that habit BEFORE I throw myself into that hell again. Granted this time we are going to be smarter about it. Instead of going from 3 miles to the next week 7 we are going to take it slower. :) And we aren't going to run the same course over and over. (still every time I drive past that Thanksgiving Point exit or America Fork Canyon I get grumpy and mean. Bad memories) But my question is would a personal trainer help with motivation? Or would I end up want to junk punch him? I don't know...time to ponder.

Feliz cumpleanos a well mi! :D

Goooo birthdays! I think next year I'll spend it on a beach somewhere...yeah that sounds awesome.

The Purpose of the Eclair

I have decided that the only reason an eclair exists (aside from being delicious) is for me to bite into it only to have the filling shoot out the other end to hit my shirt, jeans, desk, important papers (thankfully not the same papers as the hot chocolate fiasco of October 25) and keyboard. I think that this was the eclairs way of telling me I should not be eating it. Well you know what eclair?! You are the only thing I'm having for lunch so shove it!