tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67438177605212329082012-02-17T18:57:17.571-08:00The Boob Nazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380372212489758689noreply@blogger.comBlogger16301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-57054567873335346412012-02-17T05:06:00.000-08:002012-02-17T05:06:00.071-08:00

So. I was lying on my couch on Valentine's Day. Nothing special, of course. I had an ice pack on my ankle. Lovely. I heard the doorbell ring. This small part of me thought, "Oooooo. It's Valentine's Day! Somebody must have sent me something!" I mean, nobody ever rings my doorbell.  I hurried to the door and opened it. It was a man telling me the water will be off in my house for the

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I genuinely had an amazing time in Utah. I really did. That's quite the shock for anyone who has been reading my blog since I lived there. Last year's trip was more than slightly disastrous. This year's was amazing! Something happened that genuinely pissed me off, but that's okay. It didn't ruin my trip.  Let me tell you something slightly ridiculous: This weekend was almost EXACTLY like the one

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No seriously. I'm actually hurt, physically hurt. (The hurt feelings I have right now will not be discussed. I wrote a loooooong blog about that one, but I ultimately decided to delete it. You're welcome.) I fell in the Salt Lake airport on Sunday night. I sprained my ankle. Luckily, I work at a place with a special machine to help my healing. I've been resting, icing, compressing, and elevating.

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Last night, I saw someone post a status on fb about "Valentine's Day Eve." I don't want to live on this planet anymore. I did get two valentines yesterday though. That was exciting. I even got lots of kisses from baby C. He wuvs me. Happy Valentine's Day, y'all. I'll be eating that heart-shaped pizza all by myself tonight while blowing kisses at myself in the mirror. Damn, I'm hot. (New

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Have I ever said how/why I hate endearments? It's because I always say them sarcastically/condescendingly. I hate them. I really do. Last night, I was hanging out with the guy I hooked up with last year. (I feel like I need a new name for him. We'll call him.... Luke.)  We were just sitting and chatting blah blah blah. For some reason, I felt the reason to sarcastically call him "honey." But then

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Yeah. Nothing. I'm going to Utah tomorrow though. That should be fun. That's about it. I found out I'm getting a refund. Yay, paying off credit card. Yeah. Nothing else.

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I'm back in Seattle. I just got here and am supposed to b at work at 7am. Yeah, I'm thinking 11 too. I hate that flights only get back early when you're having someone pick you up. Ugh. Also, my greatest fear is that a plane will lose its power up in the air. As we were pulling back from the gate, the plane lost all its power. IT WAS SO TERRIFYING. I thought we were going to die in the air.

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I'm genuinely rating this vacation highly on my list of vacations because I've only worn a real bra twice this entire week. That is an excellent vacation, my friends. The girls feel rejuvenated. And tan.

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My butt is peeling. (sad face)

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I just found out my BFF Ashley from grad school is going to be in Provo the weekend I'm in Salt Lake! So guess what? I'm spending Friday night in Provo after eating in downtown Salt Lake. Let us pray I will not end up sleeping at some random guy I hooked up with a month ago's house. I shall not go anywhere near any men I have kissed in Utah. (Except the guy from last NYE. We already made plans

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Three hours at a beach on Saturday. Pali lookout and hike on Sunday. Five to six hours at two beaches yesterday. Beach all day today. I'm pretty sure my ideal vacation of doing nothing is going very well, except for that whole burned butt and back thing. My chest is a little red too. And the back of my knees. Oh well. Stupid northwest is turning me into a pasty person who can't tan! Oh

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Would I be really pathetic or awesomely secure in myself if I made a heart-shaped pizza for myself on Valentine's Day? I could be a super awesome holiday person or the most pathetic woman ever. I haven't decided. Also, the bottom of my butt got burned because I forgot to put sunscreen on it. I can't sit down. I can barely lie on my back. The lower part of my upper back got burned too because

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Today will never end. Work is going so slow. Whhhhhhhyyyyy?!?! Every minute at work is sucking my soul away. All I want is to be in Hawaii. It just doesn't seem like I'm ever going to get there. Ugggggghhhhh

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I have kissed 6 guys in my life. Yes, there you go. I'm disclosing this number. I think it's a cute little number. Of course, I've only dated 1 guy in my entire life, but whateves. Six it is. Some of my friends don't even know how many guys they've kissed. That's crazy to me. CRAZY. Anyway. The point. Let me tell you something. My oldest brother's wife is 8 months older than he is. My

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I'm going to Hawaii on Friday, so I needed to get a bikini wax. I'm planning on wearing nothing but a swimsuit for the next week. So.  I called yesterday to make an appointment. I said, "I need a waxing appointment." The man asked me to clarify, "What do you need?" I said awkwardly: "A bikini and eyebrow wax." He said, "Oooooooooooooo." It was quite possibly the most awkward

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I let men treat me like crap.      And I always go back for more.

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I went to the mall the other day. My skin has been really dry lately, so I wanted to get a new exfoliator and moisturizer. (Yes, I ended up buying the whole skin line. I'M GETTING OLDER.) It was half price, so whatever. I'm like that. Anyway. The lady ended up putting all the skincare products on my skin and doing my makeup. I didn't buy any of the makeup, but I'm not saying no to a makeup

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My sister is trying to steal one of my baby names. Seriously. I have always wanted to name one of my sons Barrett. Recently, she said she wanted to name one of her sons Barrett. I asked her, "Where did you get that name from?" She replied with, "You." IS THAT NOT THE MOST EVIL THING EVER?! So now I have to have a baby soon. And it has to be a boy. Any future baby daddies out there

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No, I didn't go to work yesterday. I'm only getting there today because my friend with an SUV is taking me. My neighborhood is TREACHEROUS. The SUV was sliding like crazy when they drove me home last night. I haven't worked since Tuesday. I finally got my car into my garage yesterday after half an hour of scraping the ice off my driveway. Oh and now it's back. DIE, WASHINGTON, DIE. All I

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I made it about five minutes out of my house yesterday. Then I found myself diagonally situated on the little highway that goes through my town. Lots of people use it to commute up to Seattle. Lots of people use it to commute to Puyallup. That was the moment I called my boss and said, "This isn't happening." STRANGERS had to push my car out of the middle of the road. You know I hate being

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Apparently, we're supposed to be getting up to 14 inches today. I sincerely hope that's a gross exaggeration because I still have to go to work, and I do not relish going down a windy, steep road while it's snowing like a motha trucka.  The only way I'm getting through today is by remembering I'll be in Hawaii in a little over a week. IT'S THE ONLY WAY. That's all I have.  This just

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I was talking to someone in a professional capacity yesterday. I asked if the new bed was comfortable. I was told it was.  I said, "Well, a guy told me the other day that my bed was uncomfortable! Can you believe that?" I stopped and realized wtf I just admitted to. I said, "Oh, um. Not that anything happened. Um. I do apologize. I never should have said that." Luckily, this person was

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I really hate that I can't read people's minds. I know that sounds silly. But I do. I'm not great at guessing other people's reasons behind doing what they do. I always assume people are genuine and have no hidden motives. I know. That makes me naive.  I just neeeeeed to know why some people do what they do. I NEED TO KNOW THIS INFORMATION. I guess I could ask, but I'm pretty sure that goes

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So. I was at work the other day. (I know, another work story.) There are some patients on precautions, which means we have to wear gowns and face masks blah blah blah.  I was walking by a man putting on a gown. He asked me to tie his gown on for him. I, of course, said, "Well, sir, we barely know each other," while tying the top laces. He laughed. I came back with, "Then again, better

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I just googled "napkins in napkin holders" and am about to fold napkins into cool shapes using a napkin holder on a Saturday afternoon. This is my life.

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My therapist friend and I talked last night. She's had a rough month. We were talking about stuff that's happened in our lives. Blah blah blah. I'm pretty good on looking inside me and understanding my issues, but I've missed some. She told me I suffer from a lack of communication in my relationships. Obviously, I don't mean romantic relationships because I've only had one. It's totally true.

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I went to church yesterday. The co-chair got me to. We made resolutions in relief society. I was trying not to make resolutions this year because I never keep them. I ended up making 20. Here they are for you: 1) Stop telling everybody everything. 2) Be more social. 3) Only kiss guys when it means something. 4) GET OVER IT. (Refer to number 1 as to why I'm not telling you more.) 5) Be

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Sometimes, I just want to applaud the Backstreet Boys for just being so right about some things. Fo' real. Yes, sometimes I turn back into my 13-year-old self and listen to BSB. It happens.

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Mixed reviews. We went to appetizers and dinner at some friends' houses. That was fun. I was killing it. I did sound a little pretentious, which I had to apologize for. "I'm sorry. I'm not normally this pretentious." I love when I'm extra funny, especially when it's with people I don't know very well. The dance sucked. Crappy music. But I was there with my friends. That was fun.  I don't normally

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My niece was given a piece of chocolate-covered orange yesterday. She thought it was too small. She said, "It's stupid! It's boring! And it's small! AND I SPIT ON IT!" Then she spit on it and ran away. I love her so much.

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I'm over the Facebook fast. Over it!

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They're only SLIGHTLY too long. AHHHHHHHHH Sorry about the suuupeeeer creepy picture.

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You can probably tell that I've been a wee bit depressed lately. I mean, I've gone almost a whole week without blogging! I LOVE BLOGGING. WTF is wrong with me? Depression. Anyway. I love facebook. I do. I go on it like 500 times a day. I don't have many friends in Washington, so I go on fb to pretend I have friends who live close to me. I end up looking at everyone's posts and getting depressed.

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I paid off my 13% interest student loan today! eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I have extra money in my bank account, and I don't know what to do with it. I'm not putting every available cent toward the loan anymore. It's so weird having extra money. Yaaaaaay. I'll have actual savings now. Yaaaaaay. I couldn't get to sleep last night because I was so excited.  And now what's my excuse for working 6 days a

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I was messing around on facebook during lunch a couple days ago on my phone. Yada yada yada. I saw a post from a girl I grew up going to church with that said,  "question: Why do people celebrate Christmas if they don't believe in Christ?" Her first comment (from herself) was: "I'm not Jewish and I don't celebrate Hanukkah..." That flippant comment set me off. Oh hell, nah.   Let me clarify:  I

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I had a whole post ready to write about how a friend on facebook put her status as "Why do non-Christians celebrate Christians? I don't celebrate Hanukah because I'm not Jewish." But that'll be tomorrow. (If I'm still riled up about it. I'm guessing I will be.) I just found out someone I grew up down the street from killed himself. I'm in shock. He was a marine and was honorably discharged about

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I am officially the duchess of 24-hour fitness in the city near where I liiiiveeeee. Life is so awesome. I'd be even higher than the lady, but I didn't get off work until 5pm yesterday (I normally get off at 3:30). I hate going into the gym when I work late. Also, I hurt my ankle somehow. It hurts reeeeaaally bad. I've been trying to stretch it out, but that's not working.       Anyway. I will

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THIS IS SO WEIRD. They are playing on a see-saw. Why do they have to make the virgins seem so young?  Not kissing? Why? They don't even explain the rational behind this! WHY?! There is no commandment: "Thou shalt not touch lips with anybody but thy fiance." "British Columbia virgin"?!?!?  "God just blessed me with him." What an awkward thing to say. I know people say things like this, but I'm

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After le gym last night, I went to Costco. Bad idea. It was FREEZING. I was wearing green short shorts and a red sweatshirt. Merry freaking Christmas.      Anyway. I was just going in for ground turkey. (I left with the turkey, asparagus, honeydew melon, and a stomach full of samples. I felt so restrained!) When I go to Costco, I don't let myself get a cart. That's just asking for trouble. I

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I made my hair appointment for tomorrow. I shan't be a "dirty blonde" for long! (I know this was worrying everybody.) Also, funny things: 1) I have my menorah AND my nativity scene within five feet of each other. 2) This is my first time ever having a nativity scene up at Christmastime, and this is the first year that I'm out as agnostic. I don't even know sometimes. 3) I stood in the middle of

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Someone at work told me yesterday that I have BROWN HAIR.     Then I asked my boss and coworker to verify this, and they told me I'm a dirty blonde.     There is no meaning in my life anymore.    

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Working days other than Monday through Friday totally throws me off. I have no idea what day it is. Last night, when Once Upon a Time came on, I was SO delighted. And surprised. Because I had no idea it was Sunday.       Anyway. I had a funnyish thing happen to me at the gym the other day. I had just gotten off the rolling stairs. (I hate those thing.) A lady was getting onto the stairs next to

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Depressed again. Probably because I haven't worked out since Wednesday and ate a lot o' crap. I need some endorphins. I need the competition of checking into yelp to try to become the duchess. (I'm 3 check ins away from this one lady! I CAN'T COMPETE. It's frustrating me.)     Also, my friend I was going to visit in China is going to have a baby in May. I don't feel it's appropriate to go visit

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I do feel like I need to give Breaking Dawn another viewing before I tear it apart in a review. I may go see it this week with my padres.  I need some time off. Today is my ninth day working in a row. I'm not cut out for this ish. Four days off will be heaaaveeeen.... Btu then I'm going back to work on Sunday. Ugh. Oh well. Only threeish weeks until I pay off my one student loan! Best day

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And it's even worse if you worked the Saturday before. Why do I do this to myself? Oh yeah, I like money and want to save my time off for vacations next year. Oh and Breaking Dawn review tomorrow if I feel like doing it when I get home.

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It's supposed to snow today in the Seattle area. UGH. I live on a hill. I work in the valley. There is no other way to my house other than three very windy, very steep streets. We'll see how this turns out today. I also want to go to the gym tonight, but we'll see. My boss offered to pick me up and drive me to work because he knows I'm anxious about the hills and we live in the same area, but I

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Can we talk about how much I hate people who say losing weight is easy? A lot of people I know who've lost weight NEVER say this, but there is the occasional person who says, "Oh, it's so easy! Just get a personal trainer and you could lose 30 pounds in a couple months!"      First of all, if it were easy, EVERYONE WHO'S UNHAPPY WITH HIS/HER WEIGHT WOULD BE SKINNY. Nobody who's unhappy with his/

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I signed up for a 401k yesterday at my work. I feel really adult now. Turning 26 wasn't enough for me. This was it. Totally an adult!      Anyway. I was looking at the paperwork with my boss. Blah blah blah. I flipped over the page. This new page required a notary. I looked up at the top and read what it was. It was a "declaration of marital status."      Underneath that, it said, "I am not

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It's my birthday today! Yay! (Rhyming at 6:30am. I don't even know.) I was so excited last night I couldn't sleep. I'm like a child before Christmas. I just love my birthday that much!! I'm not doing anything particularly special, but I still love it all the same.

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I'm doing a "beef stew and marathon" thing today. It's a thing I do. I do feel like the beef stew isn't seasoned very well this time.... Whatever. I was sitting here just blah blah blah when I got a text from my coworker. She asked if there was any specific kind of ethnic food I liked. I was like, "Uh, comfort food? I don't knoooow!" while wondering wtf was going on. She replied with, "On your

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Today has been a crazy, emotional day. I've just been all over the board with my feelings. I've been happy, ecstatic, shocked, frustrated, joyful, excited, irritated, dramatic, et al.  Lots of stuff happened. Nothing exciting really. It's just been a crazy day. I've had a fantastic day. I've had a meh day. All over meh. I'm hanging out with some coworkers tonight. It'll be fun! I'm sad I can't

The Boob Nazinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-10640003479349467332011-11-03T05:06:00.000-07:002011-11-03T05:06:00.553-07:00

I had a fantastic day yesterday. I worked out on my lunch break and during down time at work. (I was waiting for a patient to by seen by another therapy discipline.) I had to leave early (and take PTO) because I didn't have enough patients to see. That sucks, but it's also awesome at the same time. I came home and watched TV. blah blah blah.  I was in a SPENDING mood. That's so dangerous. But I

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May I remind everybody that it's now one week until my birthday?! Eeeeeeeeeeee. I love my birthday. I don't even know what I'm doing this year. On the day itself, I'll probably end up watching Tuesday night tv and going to the gym. Maybe I'll go to Claim Jumper and eat the black bean steak chili. (We all know it's my favorite.) That could be my tradition. ANYWAY.  I was driving past Round Table

The Boob Nazinoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-56757210817346912202011-11-01T05:14:00.000-07:002011-11-01T05:14:00.890-07:00

No, that's not how much I ate. But that's how much I bought. FOUR BAGS. And guess how many trick or treaters I had? ZERO. I live in a little neighborhood. I lit the candle in my jack-o-lantern. I turned on my light. And ZERO! What is this?!  Please, someone give me the strength not to eat all four bags. I already took the cookies I made on Sunday to my work yesterday. I can't bring all the candy

The Boob Nazinoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-65375980963724220022011-10-31T05:18:00.000-07:002011-10-31T05:18:01.050-07:00

Can we discuss my two favorite shows on right now? I still love the old favorites, of course, but these two new ones are my current obsession. Get this. I actually watched LIVE tv to watch these shows... I NEVER watch live tv to see my normal shows. I just watch the next day. That's how obsessed I am.  Grimm is about a police detective who discovers he's a descendent of the Brothers Grimm, and

The Boob Nazinoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-43678865071768502282011-10-30T08:52:00.000-07:002011-10-30T08:52:33.724-07:00

I made the most delicious non-cocktail cocktail yesterday. I got it from Pinterest. Oh man. SO good. I might've taken a picture of it while enjoying my afternoon non-cocktail. I highly recommend this drink. And I highly recommend not adding in the extra sugar. She told me not to put it in, but I was worried about the fresh-squeezed grapefruit being too tart and put in 1/4 cup. It was a bit too

The Boob Nazinoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-78981857679016076882011-10-28T08:07:00.000-07:002011-10-28T08:07:16.132-07:00

I'd like to know. Why do YOU believe what you believe, whether it's in Christ, God, the church of the flying spaghetti monster, or nothing at all. Why do you have beliefs? Discuss.

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It was my nephew's birthday. My parents were here. I watched scary movies alone in my house. I've been getting in my bed before 8pm. Eating everything in sight. Gaining weight. You know, the usual life of an almost 26 year old.       Sometimes, I hate that I'm the only one who can make a difference in my life. Why can't other people? Why can't other people force me to do things? Meh. Here are

The Boob Nazinoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-21471637244292202452011-10-21T05:01:00.000-07:002011-10-21T05:01:00.551-07:00

Mr. "You have a lot of meat you on" wouldn't leave me alone.  He texted me last Friday night. Yeah, the Friday night I was dressed all cute and out to eat by myself.  At this point, I'm just like, dude. Don't you get it? I've said no three times. GET IT. I think screen shots from our conversation will really show it better than anything I can say.So I told him I was at happy hour so he'd think I

The Boob Nazinoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-1537171557994125512011-10-20T05:15:00.000-07:002011-10-20T06:39:53.845-07:00

I gave a coworker a ride home yesterday. Her mother was in town, so she didn't have a car. We both left early with headaches. We were walking out to my car and talking about random stuff.      Keep in mind that I had my polka dot purse on and my polka dot Kate Spade case out. I asked my coworker if she'd looked at my socks today. (They were new.) They were black with orange polka dots. I said, "I

The Boob Nazinoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-21006843023019445222011-10-19T05:10:00.000-07:002011-10-19T05:10:00.925-07:00

Why can't I get into the swing of feeling good and enjoying going to the gym? Every moment I spend there is TORTURE. I only work out for 30 minutes, which is completely pathetic. I used to do the stairs for an hour and a half! I would spend at least 2 hours at the gym a night. What is wrong with me? Anyone have any advice on how to get into the swing of things? I hate having to drag myself there

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I was in the produce section the other day buying some apples. I made an apple galette, which was absolutely delicious. I'd highly recommend making one of those. I didn't use the recipe on my pinterest, but whatever.  Anywaaaay. I was searching for wondra flour for the tart dough. (It's a Best Recipe thing.) I couldn't find it, so I went to the produce section to get the apples. I'm a big fan of

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Every weekend morning, I say to myself, "I'm going to get to the gym this morning! I'm going to do this! I'll be there at 9am." I never get to the gym before 1pm, and that's with three or so sodas to give me some motivation. Sigh. One day, I'll be able to motivate myself earlier in the day. Ugh. Why am I not a morning person yet? I work at 7am! I should magically become a morning person. MEEEEEH.

The Boob Nazinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-2028358838584430572011-10-15T09:00:00.000-07:002011-10-15T09:22:51.885-07:00

Pinterest is REALLY inspiring me. It really is. It makes me get off my butt and get dressed. Yesterday, I went out and bought some birthday presents. I bought most of an outfit, a Kate Spade phone cover, and some Christmas tree smelling plug ins. I spent about a hundred dollars, and it was an amazing day. Then I went out and ate at Claim Jumper.  What? You may wonder. Why would I go back when

The Boob Nazinoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-72771653835333921102011-10-12T05:10:00.001-07:002011-10-12T05:10:01.089-07:00

I went to the gym last night. Go me. I worked out and got all sweaty. Blech. I saw this amaaazingly hot man while I was working out. Just. Daaayuuum.       Anyway. I drove home. My hair was all crazy because I took my ponytail and clip out of my hair. I looked disgusting. On my drive, I noticed a car next to me speeding up and slowing down to stay next to me. This used to happen to me in my

The Boob Nazinoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-38380742536998478722011-10-11T05:03:00.000-07:002011-10-11T06:23:18.029-07:00

I went to the gym last night. I was wearing a shirt I got in Kansas a looong time ago. It's probably 9 years old. I think it's funny. Here it is: haha I like it. Anyway. I had a jacket over it because it was cold. I unzipped it a little bit because my boobs got squished if it was zipped up.  I walked into the gym. The guy working the desk said, "Dorothy." I was like, "Uh, wtf?" Then I

The Boob Nazinoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-34858981898889161772011-10-10T05:02:00.000-07:002011-10-10T05:02:00.514-07:00

You know how I'm always like, "Why don't guys ask me oooouuuuut?"      I've gotten asked out three times (by Mr. "you have a lot of meat on you") over the past week. And all I've been doing is complaining... "Make it stoooop. I don't waaaant this."       You'd think I'd be all happy and excited.      But I'm not.      Make it stoooooooooooop.      Also, today is my first day without FHE (except

The Boob Nazinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-84028311410300002842011-10-09T08:57:00.000-07:002011-12-08T21:18:09.303-08:00

Last week, my friends and I did fall baking. I baked apple cider donuts in the shape of pumpkins. Yesterday, we went to the apple cider mill. I was babysitting my nephew and was going to just take him there. I invited my friend Lindsey, and she invited her sisters and fiance, so it blossomed into a huge friend day. It was great. I had help with C, and we all had a good time. I don't know what

The Boob Nazinoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-20450301016801917272011-10-08T07:59:00.000-07:002011-10-08T07:59:30.781-07:00

You might think this sounds weird, but I totally live out my fantasies with my nephew. Now, before you get all crazy and think I'm a pedophile, let me tell you: they're my fantasies of being married and having a little kid. So I'm taking baby C to a cider mill with a pumpkin patch. There are wagon rides, apple fritters, caramel apples, apple pie.... EVERYTHING. Today should be awesome. It's not

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Dexter: But it doesn't tape due to my not having Showtime. sigh. Sister Wives Person of Interest: AMAZING The Office A Gifted Man Once Upon a Time: Kind of excited for this one to start. Parks and Recreation Community Dance Moms 30 Rock Grey's Anatomy Private Practice Gossip Girl The Good Wife Pan Am The Playboy Club Terra Nova Body of Proof Suburgatory Modern Family Revenge Drop Dead Diva Any

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Am I the only one who lost a friend by saying I don't care that Steve Jobs died? Okay.

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I did it. I asked the people in charge of my ward/branch to release me from my calling. I did it from January to October. It's time. Now, my Monday nights are free. What to do? What to do? Oh yeah, BACK TO THE GYM.  (I secretly already miss my calling. Okay, that's not-so-secretly.) But I was done. I was grumpy every Monday. I was irritated at the activities. I was irritated at the people. I was

The Boob Nazinoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-8039074178601446452011-10-03T05:19:00.000-07:002011-10-03T05:19:00.992-07:00

I've had a couple of people tell me lately that I have issues. Or that I'm an oddity.      Yes. I have issues. I will not deny that. (I will deny that I'm an oddity though.)      But don't we all? Doesn't everybody have things that bother them? Don't we all have our idiosyncrasies?  I think how I'm different is that I put mine out there. I don't try to hide them. I OWN my issues. I don't try to

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I survived my first date in two years. (And, let's be honest, only my second first date ever.)     He's a nice guy.      But he did tell me "You have a lot of meat on you." (I was saying how I imagine Jaws taking place in the water. We were walking on a boardwalk.) I was like, "Uh, okay?" He said, "Yeah, the sharks would want to eat you." Me: ........... No, we will not be going out again. I did

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Number guy wanted to go salsa dancing. I said uh, no. Then he asked what I do for fun. WHAT DO I DO FOR FUN? I can't say "gchat, text, and watch tv." that's lame. I don't do this. Heeeeeelpppppp

The Boob Nazinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-11870289876156861082011-09-29T05:15:00.000-07:002011-09-29T05:15:00.994-07:00

He was "putting in some low lights." IT IS BROWN. I AM FREAKING OUT. I MISS MY BLONDE HAIR. I AM SO SCARED. But. It's only hair. I can change it back in two months. Color is harder to change than cut though. Picture evidence: (I look super ugly. I apologize.) I KNOW NOT WHAT TO DO.

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I think we're all in agreement that I'm attractive. I'm pretty. I have good teeth, great hair, great boobs, great legs, great clothes, a smart mind, a great sense of humor, yada yada yada.  Last night, I had NONE OF THESE THINGS. Evidence: I showed up at FHE looking like crap. I have a cold, which makes me turn into a complete baby. I'm all hormonal too, so it was a double whammy. I'm just

The Boob Nazinoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-62384087818905459052011-09-25T09:35:00.000-07:002011-09-25T09:35:42.861-07:00

My friends and I planned to get together and do karaoke at my friend M's house. Unfortunately, a couple hours before we were planning on meeting, my friend found out her boyfriend's flight was coming in an hour late at 8pm, the time we were planning on doing karaoke. She called me. We decided we'd still start karaoke at 8pm and wait for her to get there. I got there 10 minutes early, like I

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I took some unsolicited advice today. Read that again. I GOT UNSOLICITED ADVICE AND USED IT. Hell has frozen over, everybody. HELL HAS FROZEN OVER.

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I have nothing. Nothing funny. Nothing entertaining. Nothing. I have a migraine. But again, every two months is MUCH better than every three weeks. But I still want to punch myself in the head. So I'm eating ice cream and my favorite dinner. I've left early from work the past two days. I'm working this weekend. MEH. This was supposed to be my week to get back to the gym because I didn't have

The Boob Nazinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-1602006015770689452011-09-18T10:29:00.000-07:002011-09-18T10:29:51.917-07:00

I succeeded. I surprised my mother. She came out of my sister-in-law's family room to say hello to them after they got back from the airport. She got this look of disbelief in her eyes, hugged me, and kissed my cheeks. We're not exactly hug/kiss kind of people. But we surprised her! And we've seen a movie, gotten a massage, worked out, gone shopping, eaten at Benihana, played with babies, planned

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I'm currently in Northern California surprising my mom with a visit for her **th birthday! (I can't say which birthday it is haha.) It's a big one. So my brother Craig and I collaborated to get me here. We only decided this Tuesday night. That's why I couldn't sleep. We knew my mom would be super happy to see me, so here I am. I did ask my sister if I could take baby C to California. She wouldn't

The Boob Nazinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-11787541028050098822011-09-15T05:05:00.001-07:002011-09-15T05:05:00.360-07:00

Yesterday, I opened my doors, melted my autumn leaves candle, and put up my fall decorations. I had a little trouble this year.... I don't have a place to nail in my welcome sign, and I don't have flowerbeds to put my scarecrows in. So here is what I had at first: Don't worry, the welcome sign is now in my house until I can find a hook to put it on. But the kitchen twine really looks like

The Boob Nazinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-38600809234409293702011-09-14T05:06:00.000-07:002011-09-14T05:06:00.260-07:00

My friend Natalya introduced me to this website. It's about a Spending Fast slash Diet. I can't do a Spending Fast because I don't think I need to do one, but I will try a Spending Fast.  It's just where you don't spend any money that's not necessary. Now my idea of necessary and her idea of necessary may be completely different hahaha. I'm just going to try to spend the least money possible.

The Boob Nazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380372212489758689noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-57046990884373745902011-09-13T14:19:00.000-07:002011-09-13T14:19:13.998-07:00

I know this is self-centered and crazy of me, but I really hate when people I don't like are liked by other people. I think I have excellent taste in people, so I hate when people are liked that I think are annoying. It really bothers me. I get irrationally angry about it at times. Sigh. I'll get over it. Kind of. PEOPLE, Y U NO HAVE GIFT OF DISCERNMENT?!

The Boob Nazinoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-60856820087738798962011-09-12T11:51:00.001-07:002011-09-15T21:44:30.194-07:00

Something I do not mind is asking friends if I can come stay with them. I asked someone I barely knew in high school if I could come stay with her in Stockholm. (we're much better friends now.) I visited my friend in Ukraine in 2008. and I stayed with my friend Cassidy in Hawaii in 2009. Well, Cassidy maybe jokingly wrote "you should come visit me!" on my Best Week Ever post. And I may or may

The Boob Nazinoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-79155700854239308992011-09-11T08:03:00.001-07:002011-09-14T17:14:04.965-07:00

1) Perhaps a girl who is slightly afraid of flying shouldn't have two flights today? I may need a drink... or a Xanax. Or Valium. Or all three. I'm glad I'm on the West coast. We're not as important to them. Phew.  2) I have recently gone through and deleted around 5-600 facebook friends. Yes, you read that correctly. I used to have almost a thousand friends. Now I have 350? I deleted people I

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It was fun. We had the Chinese food, went to Target, then saw Bridesmaids, which was HILARIOUS. SO MUCH HILARITY. I laughed so hard. It put me in such a good mood. I haven't laughed that hard in weeks. or months.  The awkward part of the night was when our hands accidentally touched like we were trying to hold hands. We were like, "WOAH! I think we're taking this friend date thing a little

The Boob Nazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380372212489758689noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-10524705278287055142011-09-07T16:21:00.000-07:002011-09-07T16:32:19.139-07:00

I'm going to the best Chinese restaurant I've been to in a while and then seeing Bridesmaids with my life twin tonight. I CAN'T WAIT.  The only two dates I've been on in the last two years have been with a married man and a girl friend. LOVE MY LIFE.

The Boob Nazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380372212489758689noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-9500453426254985582011-09-06T05:07:00.000-07:002011-09-06T16:15:27.766-07:00

Yes, longest title in the history of Boob Nazi's titles.  But seriously. Why do I always do that?  Let's go back 12 hours. Jenny and I were trying to think of what to do. We wanted to see a movie. There were no movies we both wanted to see. (I was being a bit of a jerk. I'll have to change that tomorrow.) We finally decided to get manicures and go out to eat.  Jenny got her

The Boob Nazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380372212489758689noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-51328056820974770712011-09-05T05:06:00.000-07:002011-09-05T05:06:00.287-07:00

My BFF Jenny is here right now and will be here until Wednesday. Wednesday night, I'm heading to see a movie with my life twin Lindsey. I'm heading to Southern California to see my BFF Brittany and her new baby on Friday. Then I'll be in Utah on Sunday for 4 hours for a layover and will be seeing my BFF Natalya and my friend Colt. (Sorry, you don't get the BFF title....)  BEST WEEK EVER. I

The Boob Nazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380372212489758689noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-86109330433594272922011-09-04T05:07:00.000-07:002011-09-04T07:17:35.724-07:00

So. I was sitting at the park with baby C yesterday enjoying the lovely weather we've been having up here. C was having a good ol' time making friends with some big kids. Unfortunately, they were running around, and he can't walk yet. He was getting sad because he couldn't run around with them. But then he got happy: Anyway. He was playing with the other kids. I checked my Boob Nazi

The Boob Nazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05380372212489758689noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743817760521232908.post-3580987153210080342011-09-01T05:17:00.000-07:002011-09-01T05:17:00.122-07:00

I have a nice boss. I really can come in whenever I want to come in. I choose to come in at 7am. I work with patients before breakfast and at breakfast. That way, I get off work at 3:30pm. I love it. I feel like I have the entire day to do everything. However, I've been a lazy slugabed lately. I came into work at 7:45 yesterday. So I went up to my boss as soon as I got there and said, "Can you do

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If you've been reading my blog for a while, you know I hold a mean mother effing grudge. I do. I'm a grudge holder.  My friends know this. This prompts them to say, "Well, I know never to get on your bad side!" And honestly, I swear I'm not like that. I'm not looking for things for someone to do that might piss me off in order to defriend them. It takes a lot for me to hate someone.  I try to

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I'm a little bit of a snob sometimes. I might've said, "If there were a social structure like England, I'd be a countess, and he'd be a peasant." Good thing I dated a college dropout who didn't have a job. It makes me seem a little less ridiculous. This might be about a new crush I have. Sigh.

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I had a housewarming party last week. It was fun. We ate Italian food, drank Italian sodas, talked, and listened to 80s music. (I know, I didn't follow the theme completely.) My house isn't completely done (cough all the storage in my garage cough), but that's okay. I wasn't expecting any presents because it's not like I bought a house or anything, but I got a couple. I just wanted a reason to

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My sister and I went shopping yesterday to see if she could get ideas for my nephew's first birthday party. ( I know. We can't believe he's turning one in two months either.)      Instead, we found his Halloween costume. Coolest. Baby. Ever. I told my sister that she and her husband have to dress up as storm troopers now. Wouldn't that just be awesome? It totally describes a baby and its parents'

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Has anybody read the books in that series? The first one is called A Game of Thrones. It's now a TV show on HBO. IT IS THE BEST BOOK SERIES EVER. I am obsessed with it. I will discuss it with anyone and everyone. I love geeking out about it.  This was the book series I mentioned a while ago. There are five books so far. They are amaaaaziiiing. Has anyone else read them? Can we geek out about them

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Mount Rainier from afar is magnificent. (Yes, I said magnificent.) It's ginormous. It takes up a huge part of the sky on a sunny day. Up close, it is amazing. It's just beautiful. Here are some pictures. I'm too lazy to caption though. Just know that I'm trying to be Ukrainian in two of them and lovingly looking at flowers.

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I've mentioned it before. I am SO unbelievably addicted to my iPhone. It's kind of ridiculous. My hand reaches for it, and, before I know it, I'm checking facebook or my email. I respond to texts within 5 seconds. Even when I'm having a good time, I'm checking my phone. I've been trying to wean myself off it. I won't respond to texts right away. (Being busy at work makes this goal much easier.)

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