Friday, May 11

*The last two mornings I've been waking up needing to use the bathroom around 5:30am.  I like to have my window cracked open, which is ok....til I'm trying to go back to sleep.  Apparently all the birds in San Diego, like to chirp in the big tree near my window.  Seriously, I wanna buy a BB gun or some firecrackers.  
*Am I done unpacking? No.  It's all so overwhelming :(

*Ask me what I was doing around 6:30am this morning?  I was just about to fall back asleep, when Mr. Red called to ask if I could babysit.  Never in a million years did I ever think I'd be receiving such a phone call......especially at that hour....especially from him.  He's my friend and he's done a lot for me.  So I got up, got dressed, ate breakfast and then found myself at his place an hour later.  In case you were wondering how last night went.... well, it was interesting.  I miss my friend. Life has surely changed. 

*I'm currently in love with this musical dedication to Junior Seau:

I just love his voice and the tribute is pretty touching.  A life gone too soon.  I remember once reading that, "Suicide is not chosen; it happens when pain exceeds resources for coping with pain." I feel for Junior Seau and anyone who reaches that level of pain.

*I don't really have much else to blog about.  I'm kinda tired.  G'nite. 

About moving.

No one tells you....


1. Not to randomly pack your phone's charge cord and forget which bag/suitcase/box it's in.
2. Again, see above, but replace "phone charge cord" with "toothbrush". 
3. That it's physically, mentally, emotionally, financially, etc, draining. 


Ok that's about it.  But man, #2 was brutal yesterday.  I didn't have enough time to go to the store and buy one before church.  I tried not to talk to many people or smile because I just felt gross.   

On a lighter note....
So this whole idea of "No Guys May" is gettin a lil old.  There's this guy in my ward (congregation) that is SO. DANG. ADORABLE.!!! Seriously, I see him and I just want to hug him!! And I LOVE LOVE LOVE the way he sounds when he talks.  There's just something so adorably charming about the way he sounds and how his mouth moves.  *SWOON* Last Monday, he walked in a lil late to FHE and oh man, my heart skipped a beat!!  Before, I could easily talk to "Iam", now it's a lil more difficult.  I got to see him at church, yesterday. Oh man, SO cute. He passed Sacrament to me, and then lined up, right in front of me.  I was about 4 feet from his Piriformis and couldn't help but look at it, especially since his wallet was bulging from his back pocket. (FYI: from a Massage Therapist point of view, it's bad for you. I'll explain later.)  I wish I had more to talk to him about...  The first time I ever talked to him, it was out of thin air about sports.  I can't wait til church on Sunday. Since it's Mother's Day, I'll probably see him since my sister's giving a talk in her ward, which happens to be his family (aka: his Mother's) ward.  Oh yes!

Ok, I've gotta go finish unpacking.  

The "1am, I should be packing" post.

The Good:  I bought a Crock pot today.  I don't think I know ANYONE who buys a Crock pot.  I've only ever seen them acquired at bridal showers.  Dang it.....yet another reason to get married! :)  Also, a friend gave me two tickets to Island Divine!  It's very similar to Taste of Hillcrest, but all in one place and not stretched across several city blocks.

The Bad: I've only packed about 1/6 of my room and need to get it all out of here by noon tomorrow (Saturday).  ideally by 9am would be better.....we'll see. By the way, it is NOT fun getting lost in Ikea.  EVERYTHING looks the same, so even though you think you're getting closer to the check out, you're actually just walking by the same section for the 5th time. 

The Ugly:  I went to Taco Bell 3 times today. 
1. I hadn't eaten all day and desparately needed something to eat (2 Chulpas & Cinnamon twists)
2. Driving home around midnight, I needed some caffeine for my looooong night of packing.(Diet Pepsi)
3. After picking up some tickets from a friend's house [about twenty minutes ago], I was REALLY craving the crushed ice at TB.  It would be awkward to just ask for a cup of ice, so I ordered Cinnamon Twists.  When I got up to the window, the employee was pretty dang cute!! Blonde, blue eyed, tall & cuddly (ie: not a skinny mini).  I was on the verge of saying "You're cute!", (which I'm sure would have totally made his night) ............but, I look pretty haggardly tired, not wearing a bra under my hoodie & driving my Mom's mini-van.  Nothing about it would have been impressive, and I barely wanted to look at the guy.  Even as I type this, I'm tempted to go back and tell him..........but really, who does that?  Besides, I swore off men & dating, this month.

Yo quiero...y no quiero.

Found this on a friend's FB, totally want it!

p.s. I hate packing, have I ever mentioned that before?

Moving.

Man, I hate moving. Sometimes it can be so mentally, emotionally and physically draining.

*Upside to moving, today:

Found this baby on Craigslist for $150! OH YEAH! It's practically new! Love it! It's so comfy and just the right size!!

*Downside to moving:  Packing, loading, driving, unloading, unpacking (repeat, til finished)

I'm stoked that I'll only be 2 miles from the beach, can walk right across the street to church {if I chose to go to my family ward/congregation} , closer to my sister, closer to Coronado Strand for biking and many more blessings that I've yet to discover. 

Keep your chin up, kid! The best is yet to come!