Janae Says...

This week has been absolutely insane. And it's only Wednesday. And I had Monday off. Uh? Yesterday I had work. I stayed for a while after work because I was doing my last interview with a student and her mom for my class. After that, I went home and headed to the gym, in spite of getting less than 5 hours of sleep Monday night. I came home, packed up all my books in boxes, and carried them down to my car from my third floor apartment. By myself. Books, people. Books. I got really sweaty, don't worry about that. Today I worked my BUTT off. You would think that having class parties would be pretty easy. It is, if you want your room to be a landfill at the end of the day. If you want a controlled, minimally messy, fair (non-welfare food taking) situation, it takes a lot of work. On top of coordinating the food eating and cleaning up, I had to have my kids do a bunch of housekeeping (cleaning out folders, trashing old papers, etc.). I managed to finish grading and entering

My friend Danica has a series of blog posts wherein she does fashion yeses and nos. She makes me laugh, and sometimes I have seen myself represented in the things she says not to do. But that's why it's funny, right? So today I've decided to write a blog about touching on the first date. I'd like to preface this post by saying I am just not a very physically affectionate person. I can be, if I am in a comfortable relationship, and that person needs my affection to feel loved. But my natural inclination is not to touch or hug people when I see them, family included. This makes my life very difficult and oftentimes uncomfortable. So here we go. Sometimes Reach for the hand. This is if there is some serious chemistry going on, and you both get the mutual vibe that you like each other. Men, this is a good time to add that if you're going to do the hand holding thing, make sure your hands aren't clammy. This is a huge turn off. To everyone. Everyone. Th

Today was just so, so lovely. I woke up at 8:30 and went to clean the church at 9. That took about an hour. I got home and called Raytch to see if she wanted to go on a walk. If my pedometer is right (which is set for running right now and not walking, so I don't know), we walked 4 miles in about an hour! Sounds right. It was beautiful. We walked all around Murray park and through a really cute street. The weather was perfect! ALL DAY! Oh I am so glad the spring has been so great this year! After that Raytch asked what I was doing for lunch. So we took a scenic route to Mikado in Cottonwood Heights. We ate some yummy Japanese food. Vegas roll. Yummy. Burned my mouf a little. Also the tempura chafed my mouth. So my mouth took a beating today, in general. But we ate outside because the weather was so beautiful today. Then I wanted to walk around Target. So we did. We looked at some darling clothes and just enjoyed browsing, as usual. She dropped me of

Yep. On Thursday my throat started hurting really bad. Friday it was worse. Today it's an all-out scratchy hurty throat. I've dealt with it with two glasses of Emergen-C, some naproxen, lemon echinacea tea with honey, and lots of water. It still hurts. I was really looking forward to this mellow day, too! This week: - Monday--worked all day then apartment hunted for hours with Tommie, then we went out to dinner, I went home, read, and slept. - Tuesday--worked all day then drove to Orem for class. Stopped at my grandma's house afterward to check on her. Came home, read, and slept. - Wednesday--worked all day, went to the gym finally, worked some more, cooked dinner, did Relief Society visits for a couple hours, came home, read, and slept. - Thursday--worked all day, went to the gym, had Tommie come over so we could talk more apartment logistics, went grocery shopping, came home, made crispy sweet potato fries , read, and slept. - Friday--worked all day, felt like

I had some other things in mind for a post today, and maybe I'll still do one after this. But in celebration of my 500th blog post, I'm going to be a little self indulgent. I thought I'd just do a short one with a list of my (and other people's) top five favorite entries. Iconically Janae. Read here about how cheap I am and how much I love free stuff. Read a photo blog of woes here . Overly automated bathrooms amuse me. The elusive blueberry bagel entry. And the ever popular tips for  Blockbuster's stupid customers . Bask in the nostalgia, people. Bask.

I run. Well, sometimes. I ran a 5K on Saturday, May 8, just down the road from my apartment at Wheeler Farm. I was the first one there from my group because they said you should get there an hour early to get your bib and whatnot. Uh. That was not necessary. I sat around for at least half an hour till I realized I hadn't brought any music with me. So I drove home really fast and got my arm band and headphones and stuff. I'm so glad I did! I don't know what I would have done without it. So it started, and I finished about 37 sweaty minutes later. My time was pretty awful in spite of the fact that I had just run the exact same distance in less time just the day before. It turned out that my coworker's wife tracked it on her GPS, and it was 3.6 miles instead of 3.1 . So that's officially the farthest I've ever run. Thus, the time that was worse than I anticipated. It really wasn't so bad at all, for 8:30 AM on a Saturday. It was a rocky terrain with l

I have a lot of faults. I'm sure that's news to all of you. ... just kidding. One of them is that I can be really abrasive. Sometimes this is in the way I approach a conversation. I'll add my two cents, just thinking it's my two cents, not really worrying about how I might come off or what others might perceive. And without thinking that my opinion is more important, it's just my opinion. What happens is that I get perceived as being dismissive. The truth is, that I am really not. I honestly listen to what my friends have to say. And I remember most of everything they say, for a really long time. I internalize it all and can bring something up months later that they said in passing. But I can see that I have made others feel unimportant or like they don't matter or like their opinion is less. When consciously, that is not at all what I think! I respect other people's decisions and thoughts. Obviously, you've guessed that I'm writing thi