PS Tim

I take back what I said before after being shown one of your lady companions. Seriously??? What does your pastor father say about those? It scares me that someone at your age had a boob job and purposefully made her boobs that big.

I'm now going back to the conclusion that all men are pigs and only after one thing. Thank you Tim. Thank you. Plus you don't look that cute in the picture. You definitely look cuter in your football uniform.


**Thank you PJ for pointing that out!!

Dear Tim Tebow

I hate to be writing this letter to you, but I just can't help myself. It's not because I had a hard time not cheering for Michigan in a Bowl Game because of your good looks. (I was actually sitting next to this guy--maybe even laying on--who I really wanted to date too, and it was awkward because I usually had bad thoughts about him, but then I saw you and started having those bad thoughts about you.) I also realize that was the only time I think I EVER cheered for Michigan. I mucking Hate Fichigan. Words can't describe how much I loathe them. But I digress. Back to you.

You not only are good looking, but you also were one or maybe one of few underclassmen to ever win the Heisman Trophy. The only other Heisman Trophy winner I had a crush on was Matt what's his name. I can't even say it now because I vowed after he dated Paris Hilton, that he would be stricken from my mind. Don't date Paris Hilton. Please.

I realize you're only 21, but there just seems to be something about you. I then decided to see if you were on Wikipedia. And you are. Did you know you have quite a large entry as well. That's what she said. And then I slightly fell in love with you a little more. You're were home schooled. Your parents were missionaries. You're a Pastor's Kid. I imagine you have a wild side since you were a pastor's kid and as with most pastor's kids I know, they are isn't a wild child. But for now, I'll just find you to just be a very upstanding collegiate athlete who doesn't go out with any skanky women and is saving yourself for marriage. I mean, there are probably jersey chasers throwing themselves all over you. But it's great that you refrain from any of that. Kudos. Kudos.

My cousin brought up the fact that I might be a jersey chaser. But let me tell you, I just like guys who play sports. And I LOVE watching guys play sports. Not professional sports as much. I love watching collegiate sports. Or recreational sports. Guys just having fun playing sports. I don't know why I like it so much. You fit that category. And you play sports very well. I haven't seen you play kickball, sand volleyball, or softball which would ultimately help me figure out if we're destined for each other.

Maybe we'll meet when I'm stuck at the airport or something. I would like that. Get a hold of me and I can let you know when I'll be there.

Love Always,

The new Love of your Life

Things that I thought about in the last 24 hours. . .

I couldn't come up with a better title. . . so that's what you're stuck with people!

--Last night I realized that sometimes you don't get what you want and that might be a good thing.

--When you grow apart from people, it's just as easy to grow back in. It's up to you to decide if you should.

--I'm glad I'm not married yet. I would hate to be married and divorced right now.

--I realized that sometimes a smile can make you feel better even when the person doesn't realize they made you happy.

--When I got home last night I actually thought of the song that has taken me approximately 2, maybe 3 months to remember. I thought I had remembered it but realized when I heard Steve Carell sing it in Dan in Real Life that that was the song I had been trying so desperately to remember. And then I realized it would make my whole world for a guy to come to my door with a guitar and start singing this song. Thank you Pete Townshend. Thank you.
Some lyrics:
I have the only key to your heart
I can stop you from falling apart
Try today, you'll find this way
Come on and give me a chance to say

Let my love open the door, it's all I'm living for
Release yourself from misery
There's only one thing gonna set you free
That's my love, that's my love

Let My Love Open the Door. . . to your heart

You're welcome for getting that song in your head!

--I realized that you shouldn't be sarcastic to your boss. One of my employees said something to me that even I wouldn't say to my boss!! I'm actually still mad about it and not sure what to say. I had to stop and pick up some papers with our client and just did it first thing this morning and didn't call to say I was going to be late because I figured they would realize that's what I was at considering I said last night before I left I said "I'll probably go pick those up first thing this morning." Well, of course, no one remembered. And the new employee actually said "Well I usually don't expect you here until 8:30 anyway."

Now first things first. When I sprained my ankle badly, I did get here closer to 8:30 because it hurt to drive in heavy traffic on it but I also stayed until 5-5:30pm so I was working a good 8 hour day. Secondly, I will be the first to admit I don't get here all the time at 8am. I get here at 8:10-8:15am usually. But I (at least Mon-Thurs) stay until 5 no matter what. And the days that I beat my employees in they are getting here after 8 and she is always prompt to leave at 4:30. I have never taken a sick day. I will either come in late if I am sick or leave around 3. (Usually after my fever breaks. hehe!) And I work weekends usually to make up that time. So... needless to say her comment pissed me off to no end.

I never comment to my boss about how he doesn't do work when he's here. I never comment to him when he's late or when he leaves early. NEVER. I do say a lot of sarcastic comments to him but nothing with regards to his work ethic or work habits. Never that. That's disrespectful in my opinion. And especially because I know that I work a lot more than my employees and some days that's not saying much!!!

--I miss my friends and family that aren't here. I wish we could all just live like an hour away from each other. Or just snap our fingers and do lunch on the spur of the moment.

--My roommate might be moving out. She said she's needing to move back to her husband. I'm glad she's decided that but sad that I will have to pay fully for my place if she does get a job back home. :(

People have joked that Dean should move in since he's basically living in our friend's basement. H and I discussed how this wouldn't be a good idea even though I'm pretty much over him. Mainly because if he was making out with some girl on our couch I can't guarantee I wouldn't be jealous. She said to remedy that, we should set rules such as me being able to make out with any guy, anywhere, at any time, and he cannot do anything of the sort. Works for me!!!

I pity the fool. . .

There are some things I need to do besides lose some weight and possibly grow another 3 inches so I can finally be a professional basketball player. I'm not joking. I really thought in 4th grade that I would be an awesome basketball player when I grew up. I was told by the high school basketball coaches that I was a good player during basketball camp. But maybe they just told everyone that because seventh grade happened and I was cut from the team. And I just excelled with basketball in PE. You don't know it, but you are talking to the Knock Out Champion. I guess getting cut from the team can damper your whole prospective on life. But I digress. . .

I was reading Alexa's blog and she was saying that she has an anonymous stalker that checks her all the time. She knew when and everything. Then I got to thinking. . . Alexa. . .it might be me. I need to get Blog Roll or whatever it is that H said she has that tells her when blogs get updated. What I tend to do is go to the blogs that I frequent and see if they have updated. Then I go to some of the blogs they have on their roll and check those out. I do know that I never post anonymously on blogs. . . so maybe I'm okay??? I don't know. I was stalked in college and it was kind of freaky, so I would hate to think I'm inadvertently stalking you. However, the only times I would check to see if you updated or got on yours so that I could read someone else's would be during business hours Monday-Friday and then occasionally on Sundays.

So to anyone else who blogs and might have an anonymous stalker that seems to attack during business hours Monday-Friday. . . it's me. And I apologize.

Also, if anyone can tell me how to find out how many people actually read my blog besides the ones I currently know, that would be pretty cool.

And D$ still no guest post. . .

Whew!!!

So they just announced the line-up for Dancing with the Stars. I don't really watch this show, so I really didn't get what all the excitement is about. I will sometimes watch it but not something I HAVE to watch.

The thing that struck me as the most hilarious part of this is that Kim Kardashian apparently got injured and as every media outlet reported "thank goodness she was still able to dance for the show." Like Kim is this great trooper.

Do you know what happened to her?? She cut her big toe on a glass table. It basically looks like she has this big band aid on her toe. Not even covering her complete toe. She didn't even need stitches. Or at least what I saw of the news casts on E! which didn't say she needed stitches. I couldn't find a picture, but oh how I wish I could.

My friend Sarah basically skinned her toe and had to wear huge amounts of gauze, bandages, and a condom like thing over her toe when we played sand volleyball. Sarah needed stitches even but since they had to wait so long in the emergency room, she left.

I severely sprained my ankle and played both softball AND sand volleyball. And yes I realize that probably REALLY helped in the whole "recovery" process.

I'm pretty sure a gash on your toe won't really hamper the contest. I guess I need to quit reading my celebrity stuff. It just severely irritated me last night when I saw that and then read about it again this morning!

Things that strike me as funny:

My mom is a teacher and usually gets to school at 7:30ish and leaves around 4ish. Even in the Summer, she seems to always call me at 4-4:15pm and always says to me "Hi. What are you doing?"

And I say "Working."

And then she says "Oh that's right." She knows my standard working hours are 8am-4:30pm. She then proceeds to carry on a conversation and says "Well I guess I'll let you go since you seem distracted.

And I say "Well Mom, I am at work trying to get things done so I can leave early."

The sad part is, once school starts, she also calls me before work and then asks why I have her on speaker phone and I always tell her it's because I am in the middle of getting ready. But the even sadder part is during the summer I miss the before morning work calls.

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My Grandpa this weekend says to me "Man, these guys look kind of short. And why is Hawaii playing Louisiana?"

I then inform him we're watching the Little League Championships.
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My nephew told my sister this morning that he was throwing away his donut. When she told him not to do it that she would eat it he said that it was junk food and bad for you. And he wasn't eating it because he knew junk food was bad and that he was smart like that. My sister still ate the donut.
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My nephew told my sister that I have small boobies and she has large ones. Thank you little man for informing her what we already knew. And also the reason I probably can't pick up men with my body.

Things you shouldn't do. . .

Unless you are purposefully wanting to give someone a heart attack!!

Last night I get done with softball around 9 and stayed for a few beverages afterwards. . . and as I was leaving around 9:45 my aunt calls me. My Gramps hasn't been doing well recently so having my aunt call me at a rather odd hour made my heart stop. And then her cell phone cut out. And I started hyperventilating. She then calls me back on her home phone. She was just calling to verify all the information with regards to my Grandpa's surgery. When is it? What's all going to be done? Did the doctor say anything else that Grandpa is leaving out??

You see. . . I am the only one Gramps tells his FULL medical problems too. I was going to be a doctor but seeing as I only play one on TV now, he still tells me everything. Occasionally, I will "diagnosis" him half-way and say "Go to the doctor. You might have this. You need stuff to treat it." Then he'll tell me had I gone to Med School like I was originally going to do, he wouldn't have to worry about such things, and then he goes to his doctor and tells her what I said he might have and how he wouldn't have to go to her had I actually become a doctor. The scary part is that I've been pretty accurate with his diagnoses. So since I realized Gramps only tells me the rest of the story so to speak, when he's doing bad, I'll call my aunt and tell her so someone will go and keep an eye on him just in case. If Gramps wasn't so stubborn, I wouldn't have to worry about such things. . .but alas, he's a VERY stubborn 83-year-old and needs to be kept in check!

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Yesterday my nephew had his first day of pre-school. So me, being the favorite aunt and by far one of his most favorite people in all the world, called him to see how his first day was. I left a message on their answering machine. I missed his return call that went something like this: "A!! A!!! (my sister in the background then says "It's her voicemail, ask her to call you back) CALL ME BACK!!" click!

So after some phone tag, he calls me back and says "I went to school today." And I said "I know! I'm sooo proud of you!! What did you do??" And he says "I learned a lot and I played on the playground. I went on the white slide." And I asked "Was it a straight slide or a curvy one?" and he said "STRAIGHT!" and I asked "Was it fast?" and he says "Not really. Bye. I'm done talking now."

My sister then gets on the phone and I say "It hurts sometimes. When he just gets off the phone like that." She then tells me how he had to listen to my message 4 times and after everytime I said his name, he yelled "A! A!" and then asked her to repeat the message. So finally my sister said "Why don't you just call her and talk to her?" So he did. . .and then gets off the phone in 2.5 seconds. I can't win. Even with my nephew! :)

Here's a picture from our vacation. It just shows what a little stinker he his!

Things that remind you time flies. . .

My little nephew started Pre-School today. PRE-SCHOOL.

I can't believe it. When I moved here almost 4 years ago in September, he was just a little zygote* in my sister's stomach. And he's turned into an absolutely adorable child. I might be slightly biased though. . .not sure. . . :)

This just totally reminded me though of a funny story that my friend Mark told me last night. Mark and his wife are the ones that moved here in June a year ago but thought that I lived somewhere else in the state and never bothered to call and verify my whereabouts. And in November they found out they had been living a mile from me. Anyway, I had called Mark last night to see if he wanted to play on our kickball team. I knew Kristin couldn't because she's pregnant. Anyway, I asked Mark how the pregnancy was going and he starts telling me all this information. I told Mark how impressed I was with his knowledge especially for being a guy.

And then Mark tells me that apparently he never told me what Kristin did. So when Kristin found out she was pregnant, she signed Mark up for the "What to Expect When You're Expecting" emails so every week Mark opens up his email and it says "Mark Congratulations! You are in your 10th week. Your baby is growing inside you even more rapidly than before." And then goes into more detail. He finds it very entertaining. And I was cracking up. I love Kristin. And will do that to my husband (Or Baby's Daddy) someday!


*I'm not actually sure if the proper term is a zygote but he was about the size of a blueberry!

This is my confession. . .

And if you have Usher now in your head. . .You're welcome!!

Anyway. . . I have a few things I must get off my chest so I can have a clear mind.

Confession #1: I like the Jonas Brothers. I can't explain this. I'm also kind of sad I missed the Disney channel movie "Camp Rock."

Confession #2: Besides having the weird thing of unzipping my pants when I walk into the office bathroom, I noticed yesterday I pre-lift up my skirt as well. Yesterday I inadvertently mooned a guy coming out of the men's room while the door shut behind me.

Confession #3: I watch 90210 on Soapnet. I purposefully watched 90210: The Final Goodbye on Monday night. I know. I know. It's sad. But I'm in love with David Silver--aka Brian Austin Greene.
Sub confession: I watched What I Like About You because Jennie Garth was in it. However, she's also from Champaign, IL, so maybe that was why.

Confession #4: Apparently now when people are in the car I like to talk to other people. This happened today when I went to lunch. Like I said things such as "You had BETTER stop" and so on.

Confession #5: I sing in my car every morning on my way to work.

Confession #6: Sometimes when I'm flipping through the channels at night, I'll watch Hannah Montana and then my brain actually yells at me.

Confession #7: I watch Saved By the Bell sometimes in the morning and my mother was right about the bad acting and how bad the show actually was.

Confession #8: I really do enjoy hanging out with my family and extended family. While most people feel it is a burden for me to drive up and see my Gramps almost every weekend, I kind of look forward to it.

Confession #9: I might have drank a little too much last night. I mean not enough to be drunk but a lot for a Tuesday night. It's Dean's fault. He suggested we go out for one more beer after Volleyball. And I let him buy all the beer last night.

Confession #10: I think my old neighbor lady is crazy. H can attest to this. And as much as I would like to tell her she is nuts, I feel so sorry for her because I don't think she has any friends and I feel like I should just let her think that we are friends.

Whew! I feel better now! Thanks!

I have to add another confession: I think John Mayer is hot with his new haircut.

Yeah. . . I'm here. . .

Sorry I haven't updated. It was a hectic week last week and I was gone for the weekend before to the Wisconsin Dells. I'll start with the weekend before.

I forgot how much fun family vacations are. I mean most of my family vacations growing up were going to spend time with my grandparents and seeing my extended family. Occasionally we did fun traditional vacation things like go to a lake in Minnesota or Wisconsin or went to tourist-y places such as the Badlands and Mount Rushmore.

Well my sister's best friend Marla got married in the Dells last weekend and so we as a family to make it a little mini-vacation. And by mini I mean I got to spend Friday, Saturday, and three hours on Sunday with them and then had to drive back home on Sunday because my boss was coming into town either Monday or Tuesday. He never told me when exactly, so I just had to be back.

Things that are awesome to do: Stay at a water park resort.

It was a blast and it brought back all my favorite childhood memories. Plus even though my parents are 60+ they still LOVE to have fun at water parks.

Things that are bad: Your body doesn't recover like it should. My body ached for days later. But totally worth all the fun we had.

Funniest comments:

My mom, dad, brother-in-law and I playing mini-golf and my bro-in-law saying "oooh, I should have hit her harder!" and then my mother saying "That's what she said!"

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My sister and I at night going down a new slide on a double tube that was 3 stories up--
Me: Oh Shit! Oh Shit! Oh Shit! (It's pitch black and I can't see, and we're heading straight down.)

My sis: Quit saying Oh Shit!

5 second pause

My sis: Oh Shit! Oh Shit! Oh Shit!!!

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My nephew: I don't like you anymore because you wouldn't give me a cookie. That's not you aunt A.

Soo. . .

My family continued the family vacation and visited Gramps and the extended family. Did I get to go?? No. . .my boss was in town. Further proof he is an ahole. :) My family was sooo kind to call me and tell me all the fun they were having and how they wished I could be there to partake in the fun. Thanks family!!

I did get to enjoy the 2nd most fun place to go besides Las Vegas though with my sister and her family for a few hours on Thursday. That was fun. And I got a corn dog AND funnel cake. Yummm!!!

Last weekend was pretty boring seeing as all the fun I had the weekend before. Good times. I know I have more stories.

And You're OUT!!!

I prefer in my love life to give the Slow Pitch Strike Policy. You start with a 1-1 Count so after 2 Strikes, the Batter is out.

Wine Rep is out. Well not entirely out of my life because I will still be his acquaintance for the mere reason I get free wine. Which I know is horrible, yet deserved considering he has caused me some anguish.

Last Monday he called me wanting to come and meet him out. I was busy making desserts for my friend and roommates birthdays. So I said I couldn't. Then he called. Two more times to see if I would come out. And then he asked what I was doing Wednesday. So I said nothing and he said he would call me after work. Well work came and went. I went home, worked out, and then got to thinking that maybe I was the one that was supposed to call him when I left work. A message was left with no return. Then Friday I got a text that said "Are you ready to drink tonight??" That text was not answered. Then yesterday he called and I accidentally answered it. And yes, it was an accident. It was a miss call that I had just missed so I just called it back so the person wouldn't leave a message. He, of course, wanted to do something but I was busy again. So he wants me to call him this week if I have time to hang out.

I'm debating if I should. I like wine. Free wine. And I like company. Cute company. I think as long as I don't fall for his BS, I'll be okay. Right????

Update

So. . . Wine Rep called me on Saturday and guess what??

He broke up with her. I told him I was calling "Shenanigans!" until I could get further proof. We'll see though. We'll see. . .

Now what is a girl supposed to do!?!

So You Think You Can Dance??

So did I. . . So did I. . .

I was wrong. Sooo wrong. Sure, I've been told that I carry an excellent beat. I can even purposely clap off beat to be funny. I can do such inspirational dance moves such as 'The Sprinkler', 'The Running Man', 'The Roger Rabbit', 'The Shopping Cart', 'Throwing the Dice', 'Bowling', 'Going Fishing', and my personal favorite 'The Lawn Mower'.

Last night I took a workout class with my friend Anna. It's called Zumba. I only thought I had rhythm. I do not. I was trying to do this salsa move while moving from side to side and it turned into the 'Please Hammer Don't Hurt 'Em' Dance. Seriously. Apparently I am not that coordinated to do swing my hips and move side to side. This could explain my lack of femininity with the male species. I'm just not that sexy enough. Note to self: Read Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou one more time.

And the Zumba workout itself kicked my arse. It was a great workout, and I'm really glad I went. I sweated profusely though so there's no way a man would come up to me afterwards and ask me out. Oh wait. . .they don't do that even when I do shower! I do shower every morning and after sports when I'm super sweaty, thankyouverymuch!

Today I keep making 'ugh' noises every time I sit down. I workout regularly (like 5+ times) a week not to mention the sports I do. So you'd think that I would be able to handle this. Richard Simmons should be worried. So should Eric Nies. Does he even still make 'The Grind' Workouts?? I'm going back to do it again. Why? Because I like pain. And I like the feeling that I'm about to die. And I like that maybe with a little more practice I can salsa and not look like a complete moron. . . okay. . .maybe less of a moron than I do now normally.