Janae Says...

I'm OK with being greeted when I get to the gym. "Thanks, Janae." "Have a good workout." Or even, "Hello." These are all fine. But when I'm on my way out of the gym, I don't like to be acknowledged. I don't want anyone telling me, "Goodbye," or "See ya," or, "Have a good night." Thanks, but I felt special on my way in. I don't want to be seen on my way out. 

You know you’re a young, single woman when your lofty dreams consist of having any or all of the following: a gas range, a front-loading washer and dryer, a freezer that doesn’t freezer burn your food. You know you're avoiding addressing stressful thoughts when you're totally caught up on grades, ahead on homework, and are trying to think of what else you can do besides think of the stressful things... You know you you're a teacher when getting overdrawn in your bank account is a regular occurrence.

Drove home on Friday after work. On that drive I stopped to pick up our Color Me Mine creations. Then I stopped in Fillmore. Twenty minutes before stopping in Fillmore, my car was making really scary noises. When I got out and looked, it was the plastic engine cover hanging under the bottom of my car. The noise was its scraping on the ground. I drove across the street to the Chevron to see if they had a garage. They didn't. It was also 5:30: all mechanics closed. Great. I drove around and just re-parked. I was on the phone to my dad when this bearded mid-30s guy holding a pair of children's Crocs walked by. He bent over and looked at my car. He asked if I hit that cable in the road a while back, but I explained that I hadn't. He got down on the ground and said he basically could pull it off. So he started tugging at it, and he couldn't get all of it off. He walked over to his trailer which I think was holding some quads, grabbed a knife, and cut the rest of it off. It...

So we got to Thursday, correct? Where we went to the Pie and Sucker Punch? Friday is kind of blurry, but I went to work that day because it was the principal's last day. I was sad. I am not sure what I did that day at all. Seriously. I guess I wrote a blog? I ate some leftover Pie pizza. I think I just hung out poking around Facebook and wasting time. Someone went to the My Chemical Romance concert that I tried desperately to get tickets to. Alas, I was left sitting at home. Late that night, I made the treacherous journey down to Provo to Someone's brother's house. I picked up some McFatty's because we were both hungry, and there was no food. On Saturday morning we had a talk. This is the point at which (after several patient and adorable pleadings from him) I agreed that we could make things official. April 9th. I took some advantage of being in Provo. I went to the Dollar General (there are like two in Utah; and they have my skin cleanser). I stopped at Blockb...

On Tuesday night, someone important arrived. I must write the events thus far, or they will get foggy. We watched Life as we Know It because Someone has a thing for babies. It was just OK. I didn't pay too much attention since it was late, and I was tired, among other things... I made waffles for Someone on Wednesday. We went for a long walk around Murray Park.  Before the park. Then I got all windblown. I hate the wind. Someone else's hair got messed up too. ;) We hung around and went to Cafe Rio for a late lunch/early dinner--we ordered online. We got all the way back to my place before we realized they got our order wrong and gave us one thing of this gross watery vinaigrette dressing instead of house dressing. It's like, I can see if they put two of those things in there. There were two salads. But no. Just one. And the wrong one. What the heck? Annoying. We watched (500) Days of Summer while we ate. We both fell asleep on the couch and woke up at like...