Chocolate. Like A Hersheys.

Oh my goodness, I'm on a writing spree! I haven't written in over 10 days so all these posts I've been meaning to write are piling up. And heaven forbid I put them all in one! Nope, not happening.

So, as of this time next week, I have no roommates. I'll be living alone in this three bedroom apartment by myself. I'm nervous. Not only because both of my roommates are moving away, but because of other things too. Vince and Val will be moving soon. Nathalie has Cody and therefore I feel like I don't really have her as a friend anymore because, well, long story. And I'm just nervous about being in this big new city all alone.

I don't like that the dog is going to be gone. My apartment isn't exactly on the nice side of the city. In fact, it would be safe to call it the bad part of the city. Not that Maddie was a guard dog, but she made me feel safer because she would bark whenever anybody came too close to our apartment door. I've been thinking about getting one for myself. But I don't want to limit my choices on where to live when I can move out. I'm not sure if it's the right time for me to get a dog, then again, is there ever really a RIGHT time to adopt an animal? Because I feel like if I wait until the right time to adopt a dog I'll never get one.

I already know I'd get a chocolate lab mix and name her Chelsea Mae. In case you were wondering.

Plus, I'm afraid I'll be lonely without a dog. I don't know. I have no idea what I'm going to do. I really shouldn't even be thinking about a dog yet. I'm still trying to figure out what I'm going to do when my lease is up. I don't know if I'll be able to afford living on my own. But I don't have anybody to live with. Not to mention I don't have any furniture, or any money to buy any as well. I mean, I've been applying to jobs that (hopefully) pay well. I do have a degree after all, so this not-getting-paid-well thing is starting to turn into a crock of bullshit.

I'm just completely lost as to what I'm going to do by the time my lease is up in September. Please help.

Then again, if I could afford it I'd probably love to live on my own. (If I got a dog). I've never had my own place and I feel like that's a life experience every person should have sometime in their life. I'm a neat freak so I wouldn't have to stress over anybody else. I could have complete control over the place. I could decorate how I want. Rearrange whenever. Walk around naked. You know, the good stuff. I'd be forced to learn to be even more independent, even though I've vastly improved in that area since this time last year. I'd have to learn how to cook. Be forced to learn how to (better) budget/manage my money.

I don't know. This is one of those times when I should make a pro/con list. But if I were to find out that the "get a roommate" situation won, I'd be freaking out about who in the hell I'd find to live with. A complete stranger? Ugh, I don't know. Seriously, opinions please.

He Figured She'd Gone Back To Austin.

Today I got my vacation approved! So it's official! Nathan and I are going to Austin! As in, Texas. I'm pretty excited. He is too. He is "sooo fucking excited, this is going to be awesome!" Exact quote, For the most part, kinda. I love roadtrips. I'm hoping he lets me navigate. This is kind of a running joke because I'll hook up my TomTom and use my GPS on my phone to go places though the city. And still manage to get lost. The other day he even told me I could get lost on a straight street. The nerve!! So yeah, I bet he lets me navigate. I mean, it's only about a 900 mile drive...how lost could I get us? He won't let me take my radar detector. Something about going the speed limit, stop having such a heavy foot all the time, blah blah blah. We are not taking my car. I'm sure y'all can guess why. I'll give you one guess.  Oh, that I just got my car back after he wrecked it? Yep, good job. (It really wasn't his fault! I just try to give him a hard time about it!)

Bragging Rights.

The other day I was sitting on the couch catching up on Hart of Dixie episodes when my phone went off. It was Nate. He told me to come answer the door.

"Where's your key?"

"In my pocket."

"Soooo, why am I answering the door?"

"My hands are full".

I answer the door and he has his hands behind his back. He pulls his arms out from behind him and shows me two bouquets of flowers AND beer! He knows me so well!  Just thought I should brag to the world about how I somehow snagged the best guy ever and show off my flowers. Not the beer though, y'all already know what that looks like. Of course I had to text my mom the news about this great guy. Her first question? Did he mess something up? Haha. That's always a woman's first assumption when she gets flowers. Isn't that sad? But no, his reasoning was that he thought I needed something as beautiful as me, or something corny like that. Which is unlike him, the whole "Mr. Romance" thing, so I was pretty surprised. Then Mom said "Only your boyfriend would buy you beer and have it be considered romantic". Yeah, we went there.

Lullaby.

I got the joy of hanging out with this lil guy for most of Saturday after work. His name is Mason and he's my friend's son. Doesn't he look all classy in his little tie onesie? Yeah, I thought so too. He's looking at a cat in this picture. A cat that he enjoyed chasing around the apartment. I say chasing because the cat wanted absolutely nothing to do with him and kept running away from him. Making him giggle. We took him out to a BBQ restaurant and while there were a bunch of other little tykes there, I'm positive he was the cutest. I may be a little biased though.

Come On Now, Mother Nature.

Do you see what's in my hand there? That's right y'all, it's a pile of hail I picked up off our porch. It came out of nowhere. The other day it was raining and pretty windy when all of a sudden it started hailing. It kept it up long enough that it piled up in the corner of our porch. I was flipping off the camera because isn't the point of living further down south to have warmer weather? I mean, come on, hail is the opposite of warmer weather. Although my dad said it has been pretty rainy in Iowa lately too. The storm knocked out the power over on our side of the city so Nathan said we should drive to a side of the city that had power and hit up a bar. Such a good thinker. He even got me home at a decent time so I wouldn't hate my life in the morning since I had to work early.

Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These

Question Of The Day: What do you usually think about before you fall asleep?

I'm really lucky in the fact that I have trained my body to learn my routine. Every night before bed I straighten up the apartment, pack my lunch, set out my scrubs, shower, brush my teeth, read, then turn out the lights. Usually in that order. Usually that routine starts around 9:00. I'm predictable. My body knows once I start straightening up, it's almost bedtime and I start getting tired. So usually I don't have time to think about anything before I fall asleep. I turn on the lights, pull up the covers, and am asleep. I don't toss and turn or anything. I wake up in about the same position I fall asleep in.

But last night...I couldn't sleep. It was 2 AM and I was still just laying in bed. I was tossing and turning. I was dozing in and out. It was annoying. I don't know what to do when I can't sleep because it happens so rarely. Nathan was laying in bed watching a movie on Netflix with his feet up by my head and his head by my feet. I know it wasn't the sound from his movie or the lights because I can fall asleep with anything. I had went to bed around 11 that night, so I had been trying to get to sleep and stay asleep for about 3 hours.Here's the sweet part. Nate held my hand after I rolled over once again. And as soon as he did it, I was out like a rock. He must have the magic touch because once my hand was in his I was instantly relaxed. Awww.

Other facts about how I sleep:

• I HAVE to be covered up with something, even if I'm dying of heat.
• I HAVE to have some kind of sound. Usually it's my radio on.
• I generally fall asleep and wake up in the same position.
• I can't go to bed unless my bed is made. If I didn't make it that day (which is rare) I'll make it before I climb in.
• I'm bad about staying on my side of the bed...
• Or sharing covers for that matter.
• I keep a water  bottle on my headboard. I'm always amazed how much I drink in my sleep.
• I'm not one of those people that gets up to use the restroom during the night.
• I can sleep through anything until my internal alarm clocks goes off about an hour before I need to get up. Then the slightest noise can wake me up. I don't know how my body knows, but it does.

Sweet Ride!

My new sweet ride.

See that car? Yeup, that's what I'll be driving/ have been driving. It's my rental that I'm having longer than the expected week. But that's ok, I'm having fun driving it around. It's a Dodge Caliber. It's fun to drive a new car around. Play with all the features it has and my car doesn't have. Such as lighted cup holders. It's the small things in life that make me happy! Now when I'm struggling to find my water bottle when I drive, I don't. Because it's all lit up! Thank God because that has always been a huge problem for me. Haha. But no really, I think it is fun that it has lighted cup holders.  Not as fun as lighted speakers but it'll do for now.

This car also shows me as being out of state. Only now instead of being from Iowa, I'm from Minnesota. Which is funny because it's right next to Iowa. Plus all of the sports teams I like are Minnesota, so I have a lot of Vikings/Wild/Gophers clothes. And my car keys are on a Minnesota Gophers lanyard.

What's Your Name?

You know what I haven't done in awhile. Those random questions I used to do. So here we go folks.

How did you get your name? And if you could rename yourself, what would you choose?

I can't say my memory is exactly clear on how I got my name. But I can say I'll try my best to remember how the story goes. If I'm wrong *cough, grandma/grandpa/mom/dad, cough* feel free to remind me of the details. M'kay, so here it goes. 

So it took Mom forever to get pregnant. And when she finally did Mom and Dad started talking names. They didn't know if I was a boy or a girl until the day I was born (which has it's own dramatic story, btw...maybe someday I'll let my momma do a guest post about it). They decided if I was a boy I would be Michael Duane. If I was a girl though...wheeeew...that's where my parents started to not agree. 

Dad wanted a "double name". You know, where there's a first and a middle name and the girls goes by both. Such as Mary Kate or Sarah Beth or Betty Lou or something. Lovely. Mom wanted a name that I wouldn't have to share with anybody. Such as Jodessa. Even better. That was sarcasm, folks.

Anyways, so one day Mom and Dad went out to eat and they had this really sweet waitress. Her name was Joella. They both agreed it was a beautiful name and it fell under both of their wants. No, my name is not Jo Ella, it is Joella. One word. Joella Marie. 

But if I could rename myself I think I'd choose Eila. Pronounced I-La. I don't know why but I absolutely looove that name. I guess it's not too far off from Ella, which everybody seems to call me these days anyway. Maybe I'd choose to name myself Brilane. Or Norah. Or Davanee. (Pronounced Day-va-knee). Actually, you know what, I don't know. I have no idea what I'd choose.

I Can Be Your Buzz Lightyear, Fly You Across The Globe

Have I mentioned I'm addicted to The Hunger Games books? I have? Oh. Well, just in case you've forgotten, I am. And I also am not ashamed to admit I just finished the second book, Catching Fire. It's even more addicting than the first one. I'm dying waiting to get my hands on the 3rd book! I want to know what happens! RIGHT NOW! I'm already freaking out about what I'm going to do when I finish the series. Don't you hate that? When you love a book, and then it's over, and yet you are still craving for more. I know that's going to be me and this book.

Addicting book.

Nate has agreed that we can go see the movie on Sunday! I'm so excited to go! I wonder if it's going to match how I pictured it in my head. Probably not, but that's the beauty of reading a book then watching the movie. You can compare it to how you pictured things in your mind. How different people can take the same words and yet they are completely different. Usually I like the book more, but nothing beats seeing a movie to a book you are addicted to.




Another thing I really like, which I probably should be more embarrassed to admit: the new Justin Bieber single, Boyfriend. Now that he has matured and his voice is a little deeper I feel way less creepy when his songs come on the radio. Honestly I thought it was a new Justin Timberlake song. Those dang Justins just sound so much alike now! Who'da thunk it?


Other things I'm currently addicted to include, but are not limited to:

• Orajel : It's like a present straight from heaven when your widom teeth are coming in. Those suckers hurt!
• Breakfast On The Go! packets, the S'mores flavor: I throw them in my purse (along with a granola bar or a piece of fruit) so that if I'm out and about and hunger strikes I'm good to go!
• The Big 98: My radio is constantly set to 97.9 in my bedroom. It's never off. Ever. 
• Eric Church's Springsteen: Song of the moment
• Ben & Jerry's Cinnamon Buns Ice Cream: I love this stuff. I think the main ingredient is crack cocaine, because I can't stop eating it!

You Don't Look A Day Over Fast Cars And Freedom

3000. 

The number of dollars needed to fix my car.

5.

The number of days needed to fix my car.

1/2.

The amount of my car that will be brand new by the end of the process.

0. 

The number of tears I've shed over my car so far.

I may not have shed any tears over it, but I'm not going to lie. I'm getting rather pissed off at the amount of people telling me "it's not so bad". You are right, it isn't that bad. It could have been a lot worse. Or even worse Nate and/or I could have been hurt. So I'm really lucky, and I know this. But don't tell me you want to see my car and then make a comment like that. You aren't making me feel any better. And I'm sorry, but if you had a car that wasn't even 2 years old, and still had 4 years of payments left on it... you wouldn't exactly be shitting butterfly glitter either. So shut it. Just agree with me that it sucks, ok?

On the bright side, it turns out I have rental car insurance. Who knew?! So hopefully I can borrow a cute lil car. I hope I get a tC. Do they even have those to rent out? I don't know. When I was on the phone with my Grandpa I told him this is exactly why I need two cars. Hence, maybe it's a sign I also need a tC. Ha! Oh jeez, I'm funny. 

Katniss Everdeen.

I'll admit it. I, Ella, have an addiction. It's called The Hunger Games. The book. Nathan had read the first one and wanted to see the movie, but once he found out I had not read the books he decided we couldn't see the movie until I had read the book. The problem was that there were so many holds on the book at the library that it would probably be 10 years until I got my hands on it. So he even found one of his friends to let me borrow all three books. Once he gave them to me I laid down in bed one night with intentions of starting to read it. He told me not to start reading them until I had time to finish them. I giggled when he said that because even though he tells me he likes to read, it is just hard for me to picture it. Then he gave me "that"  look and said "No, I'm serious. I started that book one night before bed and didn't sleep that night because I was up reading it. I finished it in one sitting."

Now, I wasn't that bad, I think I finished it in about 5 sittings...over the span of three days. Now I'm on part two of the trilogy.  In fact the second book is sitting right here beside me and as soon as I'm done writing I'm going to curl up in bed and continue reading it. These books are soo good! I want to know what happens. My heart is just broken for poor Peeta, but also for Gale. Then I just sit there and wonder what I would do if I were Katniss. I mean, I know what I would do because she doesn't really have an option, but I just feel so bad for her. She's such a strong woman, and smart, and independent. It's nice to have a heroine in a book for once. Unlike Twilight where Bella depends on Edward for everything,  (not that I'm not looking forward to the last movie, btw) Katniss is one badass woman!

OH, DEER!

Look at those deer, taking up the whole road like they own it! Bitches.

So Nate and I were making the two hour drive back to Nashville after having Easter supper with his parents, sister, and grandmother in his hometown. We decided to take my car there and back since it is bigger than his car and he wanted to bring his bike back to Nashville. Earlier in the day I had to be at work at 6 AM which had me waking up around 450 AM. By 730 PM that night I had already been up for almost 15 hours, had worked a full shift, came home and gotten dressed up, went on a two hour drive, and had supper with Nate's family. It was a long day and didn't want to risk falling asleep at the wheel. So I asked Nate to drive. I'm awake, singing in the car in between a game of 20 questions between us. That's when we noticed two deer crossing to the right side of the road ahead of us. Nate started slowing down in case they decided to turn around and run across the road again. Then a third deer popped out of the ditch and tried to run across the road. But SMACK! instead of being successful, the mother effer hit my car! 

Nate pulls over to the side of the road. I'm too scared to get out and look at the damage to my car. He does and tells me it's not too bad. I look back at the deer and notice he's laying in the middle of the street, struggling to get up. I tell Nate to go put the thing out of his misery. But we don't have anything worthy in the car to kill it with and I sure as hell am not letting him run over it, gross. I get on the phone with the insurance people. Eventually the deer does get up and stammers off like a drunk man into the ditch. I doubt he makes it.

The damage on my car could be a lot worse. And Nate and I were both ok. There's a dent above the driver side back tire, and the black siding on the drivers side door is slipping off. The glass in my side view mirror has fallen off and a reflector in my drivers side headlight has fallen off. Then there's a spot where we don't know what happened to my car. It looks like we either got a hoof or an antler or something but it's a pretty deep dent. The worst on the car. Finally, my car has a slight pull from the alignment being thrown off.

Tomorrow I go to get an estimate on my car to turn into my insurance company. I'm upset about my poor lil Sulley, but I know it could have been WAY worse and Nate and I could have gotten hurt as well. So thank you to my lucky stars!

Springsteen.

 Oh hey Floriowa blog! I feel like we haven't seen much of each other for awhile! Don't worry I haven't forgotten about you. I've just been living this life given to me. Spending some time with my friends and enjoying this beautiful weather. I went to a BBQ one night, I went out with some friends for a birthday, I went on a mini roadtrip to a town a few hours away, I've been going to the movies, I've been up to all sorts of fun things! What you don't believe me? Fine. Here's some picture proof.

Even crouched down he's still way taller than us!

They may be two of my favorites...

Looks excited to be with me.

Haha. Hotties, obviously.

Whatta cute couple! Aw.

The girlys.

Ohh hey!

"Tradition Girl Pose" -Duck Face, Peace Signs. LOL.

Channing Tatum = Hottie

Well, the new Guy and I went and saw the movie 21 Jump Street. All you really need to know about that movie is that Channing Tatum is in it. Enough said. Soo sexy. When it was over he goes

"What did you think of that movie?" 

"Well, I can't really tell you, because all I remember seeing was Channing in a policeman uniform"

"Enough eye candy for you?"

Why, yes. Yes there was plenty of wonderful eye candy for me. Thank you for asking. 

Sexy.

Why I Hate Driving.

I almost died today. Seriously. I was driving home from work, listening to Drink In My Hand by Eric Church when I stopped at a red light. I was on a six lane, a main drag through the city, one I take everyday. I had all my windows down, and my sunroof open. I had my left arm hanging out the window and was singing along to my future husband. The speed limit on this particular road is 40, but everybody is usually coasting by at around 50/55 mph. This is a long light, and I have no patience or attention span so I look over at the person in the car beside me. Old woman, staring straight forward. Probably retired. Probably somebody's grandmother. Nothing too exciting. I look at the truck in front of me. The license plate shows they are from in state, boring. I always look for out of state plates, I have since I was a kid, and then make up stories as to why they are here. Are they just passing through? Do they really live here? How long was their drive? How much further do they have? You get the idea. But once again, nothing too exciting. So then I look in my rearview mirror. A semi. Only seeing this wasn't a boring run of the mill sight. This guy is still coming full throttle ahead. The only thing between me and this fast moving heavy semi is a couple hundred feet. I can't take my eyes off my rearview mirror. I can't move. I'm sitting there, frozen. This guy is going to smash into my back end, going 50 while I'm stopped. I'm going to be smashed to death in between a semi and this pickup truck. I'm scared out of my mind. Hurry and turn green, light. Please. Closer. COME ON, TURN GREEN ALREADY!! Closer, and closer. He's not slowing. How does this guy not see the string of cars all stopped at this stoplight?! I look around for somewhere to go. I'm in the far right lane, there's about four vehicles ahead of me and a string to my side. On the other side, the curb. I have nowhere to go. I am going to die. Do I jump out of the car? What the hell do you do? The driver must have finally snapped back into reality because next thing I knew the truck wasn't heading for me anymore. He vearing slightly off to the right. The light turns green, about time. The cars in front of me start moving. The semi behind me ends up jumping the curb to our right and flying forward until he finally comes to a complete stop in the intersection where we were stopped. That's a distance of five cars I'd like to point out. It was probably the scariest 10 seconds of my life. The fastest 10 seconds of my life. What do I do? I only have 10 seconds left to live. Why isn't that semi driver paying attention to me?! It was the slowest 10 seconds of my life. The light was taking forever to change. What are we waiting for? How long have I been sitting here? Why isn't it green? It was a scary situation. You have to trust every single other person on the road. It doesn't matter I check my mirrors religiously. It doesn't matter I always use my turning signals and try to always pass on the right. It doesn't matter I refuse to text or talk on the phone when I drive. What matters is everybody else on the road. It's putting your life in everybody else on the road's hands. It's scary when you really think about it. Reminds me why I used to pretty much have a panic attack anytime I had to drive. So stop driving like assholes. All it takes is a few seconds of not paying attention and it's all over.  I think my guardian angel deserves a very special "Thank You" today. She sure was looking out for me today. Also, I love you all.

My Neighbor Is A Bitch

Maddie has learned to not be bothered by her spray collar. She is now a barking machine. It's making the neighbors hate us. Which they already did, as evident by the nice letters they've left attached to our door. Or the fact they stole our doormat. Or that they stole our Christmas wreath. Just another reason to add to the list of why we are such horrible neighbors I guess. But it's funny because we don't do anything. Jenna Marbles said it best. Watch her video. It sums up what I was going to write today anyways. HERE

Summertime Barbie.

Fake tan. It's ok, go ahead and make some Snooki jokes, I don't care.  I keep getting compliments on my "glow" from a spray can. But let me tell you something, just in case anybody else wants to join me in this tan revolution, some are better than others.

First of all, the lotions. The gradual building ones or the wait three hours and you are nice and bronze ones. I hate them. It is WAY too easy to get a streaky look. Or in between my fingers become ten times darker than the rest of me, even when I remember to wash my hands afterwards. I just don't like them. I always use the spray tans. Plus, even now when I can't ask my ex to spray my back, I learned it IS possible for me to reach back there and not have an awkward white spot in the middle.

I'm going to tell you about two spray tan brands I've already used a lot towards the end of "winter".

Banana Boat Summer Color

The only good things about this spray tan are:  

•  The nice citrusy smell when it is drying
• Price

The bad things about this spray tan are:

• One can only lasts 3 tans, if you're lucky
• The wide bottle is hard to hold onto when you are damp from a shower  (that may be my freakishly small hands)
• Dropping the can constantly makes me streaky. Everywhere. Not cute.
• Takes FOREVER to dry (ok, only about 5-10 minutes, but I never claimed to be patient)
• The color makes me look "orange" not "bronze"
• The color only lasts about two days before you have to redo your tan
• If you don't redo your  tan, it starts coming off in a way that I look freckled...and it's completely noticable...and embarassing. People WILL ask what kind of rash you have all over your body.

L'oreal Paris Sublime Bronze ProPerfect Salon Airbrush

The bad things about this spray tan:

• The smell is not pleasant, and perfumes/lotions/sprays won't cover it up
• That's about it

The good things about this spray tan:

• One can will last 3 tans, sometimes 3 1/2
• The bottle is thin so it's easy to hold onto while spraying yourself
• Easy to get an even, streak-free tan
• You spray and it seems like 30 seconds later you are dry
• Nobody knows it's a fake tan because it looks so natural
• I only have to "tan" about two times a week
• Fades naturally, getting lighter and lighter and not noticeably "flakey"

I love this brand, and if we were at the store together shopping for tans, I'd probably convince you to only be loyal to this kind. Seriously, I get compliments all the time from people, and when I tell them where I got it from (not outdoors, not a tanning bed, but from me at home with a spray bottle and the jams on) they look at me like I'm downright lying to them.

So ladies, go out there and buy one bottle. Take your time spraying yourself so you don't miss anywhere, and you will probably get some fancy compliments. You're welcome.

It's Too Late To Apologize.

So I finally decided I was going to do it. I was going to buy those shoes I've been obsessing about. Those reebok realflex. Sarah and I planned on going shopping Friday after work for some green clothes to wear on our adventures on St. Patty's day, and I decided I was finally going to get them that day. Then the following conversation occured:

"Hey Sweets, whatchya doin?" -Me

"Just bought a new pair of shoes" -Man

"By shoes you mean moccasins right?" -Me (He always wears slippers as shoes like I do, too)

"No, real shoes. A pair of Reeboks. Realflex" -Man

Awesome. I never told him I was obsessed with those shoes. I never told him I was also planning on buying those shoes that day. So what was I supposed to do? Wait for him to come over after work and be like "oh hey, I went shoe shopping today too and bought the same shoes as you!!". No. That's creepy. If this were vice versa I'd be like "welp, you're super weird and creepy, see ya!" and not bother responding to his texts or phone calls. So instead I got a pair of Asics.

Cuuute right?! Yep, those colors too. I don't know what's been with me and buying green things lately. But these babies are SO comfortable. My feet weren't killing me by the end of the day like they normally do. 

Maybe my feet were killing me because I had been wearing a pair of Reeboks that I bought almost two years ago. I had the Reetones.  You know, those ones with the balance balls on the bottom that tone your butt and thighs? I'm not too sure on the whole toning my butt and thighs part, but those shoes were like walking on clouds. SO COMFORTABLE!

But then I stepped on something at work, and it deflated my balance ball. Just on one foot. I was walking funny the rest of the day because one shoe was higher than the other, one shoe had balance and the other didn't. It was just awkward for how I walked and how it felt, and it hurt so bad. The good news about my new shoes is that if I step on something sharp, my shoes won't deflate! :)

Are We Off-Roading?

Sarah and I should not be allowed to hang out. Not at work, not outside of work, not period. We talk all day at work, then as soon as we are off work we are either together or texting/voxering each other. It's unnatural. But I'm loving it. Here are some quotes just from today:

"Is that a weiner dog?" -Me, talking about a new resident's dog

"You sure know a weiner when you see one!" -Sarah

"Hahahaha" -Us

"Most guys don't like to cuddle, but I lucked out because mine does! It's probably because he gets to put his face in my boobs...but HEY! I'LL TAKE IT!" -Sarah

Then we were hanging out at my apartment, playing with Maddie when my phone goes off. It's the sexy beast Man. 

"Hey babe, can I ask a HUGE favor" -Him

"Yeah, what's up?" -Me

"I forgot to grab my lunch on my way out, can you bring it to me?" -Him

"Break at 7?" -Me

"Sure is. You with Sarah?" -Him

"Yeah..." -Me

"Oh God, what are you two doing now?" -Him

"YOUR GIRLFRIENDS RETARDED!!" -Sarah in the background

"Tell Sarajevo (his nickname for her) she's wrong because you are fucking awesome"-Him

"Ok sweets, i'll be there sometime around 7"-Me

Like everything I do with him, I was late. We tried not to be though. It's just usually when I get supper with him on his lunch break we meet somewhere, like subway, nearby where he works. But because it's the end of the week before a holiday, and a big one for beer companies, he's been working long hours and skips his break so he can not come over too late. So it's the first time I've taken food to his actual work place. We put the address into TomTom and it's getting me there all fine and dandy until it takes me onto this street blocked off my rocks. Big ones. 

"It's fine Ella, just drive over them" -Sarah

That's exactly why Sarah is not in charge of driving when we are together. So I sit there in the road. I mean, really? There are boulders in the street. TomTom left that small detail out! So we finally find our way to his job and it's 7:50. 

"Thanks babe, I wasn't expecting you this early" -Him

So he sat in the car, talked with us for a few minutes, and then went back to work. We whistled at him as he walked away and yelled "XXXX is a hottie!". He was embarassed. Sarah and I are really good at embarassing him anywhere that we go. 

Then we went back to my apartment. We decided to mess around on the most addicting website, after facebook. Pinterest. We saw this card and just started dying of laughter.

It's really convenient for us that our men are really good friends. So we can do crazy crap like this and they just understand "the girls must have been together again". Haha. So yep, we both made one. I'm not good at drawing though, and yeah, stick figures aren't really "drawings" but it was still hard! Mine looks like somebody is suffocating someone into the floor. On the inside I wrote "true". Sarah just drew an anatomical drawing.  Now if I actually give this card to him, that's another story.

Don't Be Fallin In Love When She's Walking Away

Sooo, yeah, disregard that statement I made yesterday about not going to Chicago because I'm saving my money. Well, halfway disregard it. I'm still not going to Chicago, but I'm doing horrible at saving my money. I made a big purchase today, after paying off my student loans for the month, thanks. I'm not completely irresponsible!

New iPod!!

 I bought me a brand spankin' new iPod Nano. A lovely green one. I'm pretty sure I stood there debating between the green one and the pink one for ten years. I chose green because it matches my car. That was my thinking. Seriously? Who does that?

 So now I'll be spending the next few days of free time going through my iTunes. Which songs need to be added to it, which songs need to be taken off, etc. This is such a long drawn out process for me because I'm OCD crazy. I mess with my playlists, make sure all the genres are correct, all the artists names match, and yeah...all that jazz. It takes me another 10 years.

BUT!! now I can start running again. Thank God because my legs are so mad at me. I lay in bed at night and my legs are just screaming to run. Forget that I run around the nursing home all day like a chicken with their head cut off, my legs don't think that's enough. It's like they have a mind of their own. But I'm scared to go back, I know my first run again is going to suck, and suck hard. (That's what she said). I can also start listening to more than 20 songs on my way to work and back every day. So that will be good. Those songs on that CD...they are NOT getting put on my iPod. Oh Hell no! I've heard them all so much that before the song is over, I know what's coming next. I've even learned the shuffle on my car isn't a shuffle bc it plays them out of order, but in the same order every time. Like song 6, to song 12, to song 2, etc. Is it sad I know that? Yeah, it is isn't it?