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Today's post will be brought to you by Walmart.

I should preface this story by saying that I HAAAAAAAAAATE Walmart. It freaks me out. Seriously. There are way to many  people dressed in flannel and the last time I was in there, perhaps 3 years ago, I saw a man with 4 teeth missing, an eye patch, and dressed from head to toe in flannel.  I was scared. Anyway I am throwing a lingerie shower on Friday and one of the games required me to buy 10 plain white boy shorts underwear. (I was going to put an S on the end of underwear but I feel ghetto if I type out underwears. See, it seems wrong doesn't it?)

So I went in the middle of the day hidden behind big eye glasses and praying that nobody would see me buying underwear in Walmart. I go inside find the unmentionables section and was taken aback! They have totally cute underwear, not the skanky kind (although they had those too), but the really cute kind. Of course I didn't buy it! I can buy underwear at Target but Walmart no way. You know, based on principle.

I promise the ski post is coming I just have to collect my thoughts... it seems that my liver talked to my brain and they both are mad at me from the mass amount of tasty beverages that ended up in my body.

I'm baaaaaack. (said in scary child voice)

So I'm back and I have so many stories it's not even funny. Unfortunately I will have to work on my post tonight as I am so busy! But I will leave you with a picture that pretty much sums up the weekend just to hold you over until the actual post.

I totally put this picture in black and white so you can't see how bloodshot my eyes are... I don't think it worked.

So not here.

I will be skiing in Colorado till Sunday. I am sure I will come back with tons of stories as the last time I went I faked an ankle injury and had the ski patrol take me down... OFF A GREEN! Until our next love affair.

Going for the Gold

I haven't posted about the Olympics but I am doing it now, mostly because I have nothing else to write about at the moment.  During the opening ceremonies I was watching it with a bunch of friends, one of them being my friend Sarah who pointed out that Mexico doesn't compete in the winter Olympics. I don't know if this is true because I didn't Google it but it sounds like it is true so we are going to say it is. Anyway so after Sarah points this out she turns to me and says, "You know if you can prove that you are a descendant of a country you can compete for them." To which I reply, "Heck Yes! Sign me up!" Sarah who is also a descendant of Mexico says she will compete with me. So look for us in four years. It won't be hard to spot us as we will be the only ones walking in for Mexico in the Parade of Nations. So not only will I compete but I  get to walk in a PARADE!! Sarah and I also thought that it would be a good idea to compete in all the sports that way we get a better chance at winning a medal. We are so smart. We went to college you know.

The Olympics is also better then soap operas on TV! I mean did you see the couples skating? The pair from China that fell almost broke her knee cap; they stop the program, she gets up hobbles over to her coach who whispers something in her ear, and then she gets back on the ice, FINISHES and WINS THE SILVER MEDAL! It's like a lifetime movie. And did you see the Italians last night? She was furious at him for dropping her in the short program and they didn't even talk, not even during the warm up for the long program. They get on the ice and skate a flawless program and at the end she hugs him and kisses him. Even the commentator said, "Well I guess he is out the of the dog house." Awesome.

And the best part of this time of year when the Olympics are on? They have started to air Cool Runnings on cable.

getting over it...

If you were one of the lucky (and I use that term loosely) ones and happened to catch my post on the weekend I am sorry I took it down. I just needed to do it. For those of you not in the know I had a horrible weekend starting with some bad news that I think deep down I knew was coming. I have cried and tried to let it all out. I wrote about it but I took it down because I didn't want to be reminded of the hurt. And I guess I just think tears aren't going to change anything and really this person doesn't deserve my pain anyway.

But I have great friends that rallied around me to try to take my mind off the questions that kept coming to my mind and the tears that kept springing into my eyes. I was with my friend Sarah last night who I have known for   13 years and she just let me get everything out. All of my frustrations  she just took on herself and just listened and that is the best gift of all. I hope that each of you has a friend that is willing to listen to you for over two hours. Sometimes not even saying anything and just letting you cry. I hope she knows what a blessing she is in my life. If she hadn't listened I am pretty sure that I would have just gone home and drank by myself which we all know is NEVER A GOOD IDEA.

Mr. February

Winter Wonderland

I will never forget my first snow storm when I lived in New York. The day before  was a Friday and I had been walking around Madison Avenue and it was 60 degrees. The sun was shining everyone was outside and it was just altogether a very beautiful day. The following day it dropped from 60 degrees to 20 and everyone was getting ready for the snow storm that the weatherman was predicting to arrive in the evening.

I remember walking home from the gym and seeing the first snow flurries starting to fall around me. I had to go home, get my laundry and take it to the corner to get it washed for me. (That could be one of the things I miss the most is the people who did my laundry and folded it for me all for about 12 dollars.) From the ten minutes I was in my apartment getting my stuff together, the snow was already gathering on the sidewalk and everything was starting to turn white and looking so beautiful. I remember running inside and yelling to my roommate, Matt, to look out the window. We were like little kids in awe of what was happening outside. The streets that were so crowded were deserted and the snow that was accumulating was truly amazing.  Every once in awhile Matt and I would climb on my bed and look outside my window to get a better view of the snow falling on the street, on the cars, on the trees, on everything. It took my breath away. At that moment in time I remembered when I was five seeing snow for the first time. There really was no place else I would rather have been then standing there with Matt looking outside that window at the street below me. Our hands pressed against the cold glass and just being silent. Watching.

Seeing the pictures on the news of the snow storm that has recently swept New York, I am so sad I ever left that wonderful place.

Matt ventured outside and walked to Times Square  and Central Park to capture these 2 pictures

 

The day after the snow storm

My Street

Garden next to my apartment building

Central Park Matt and I went sledding like the little kids we are.

I would just like to point out in these next pictures that
Matt and I are the only adults sledding among children.

Also is just me or do I look like a midget in this picture?

The worst snowman ever because Matt and I are from Texas and between 2 college degrees we could not figure out how to make a snowman.

10 pounds lighter

I have lost 10 pounds in one day. How you ask? Oh a little thing I like to call food poisoning. Although this has proved to be a very effective tool in my weight loss adventures (so much better then going to the gym). I would not really recommend it, because i didn't want to leave the bathroom floor all night long. I feel like  I have a really bad hangover. You should be feeling bad for me right about now.

Grammar THIS! (insert middle finger here)

I majored in marketing so I took the bare minimum in English classes hence my grammar is not up to par. So upon reading other blogs I have noticed everyone writes as if they are working for Anna Wintour! And I applaud everyone who does that, but let me just say that is not my style. You see I often don't capitalize, I put commas in the wrong places and I LOVE ellipses! Paragraphs? I laugh in the face of paragraphs! AP style? Look elsewhere! Umm... this also might be because I'm really lazy.

Dooce... so close and yet so far.

So Heather Armstrong is coming to Austin for the SXSW Festival. When I found this out I called several of my friends and they weren't nearly as excited as I was. This alone is worth driving the hour and half to Austin... oh and its a pretty cool town. She is going to be one of the keynote speakers for the interactive portion of the festival. Now to even get to hear her would cost me 275 dollars!I'M SORRY DID YOU HEAR ME IN THE BACK? 275 DOLLARS!  Now remember how I'm saving to move across the country and every penny counts? So 275 dollars is something that I do not have. What am I going to do Internet? I would really love to hear what she has to say but I honestly can't afford it. And short of you know, stalking her (which I'm not going to do) I'm at a loss. Perhaps I could just buy her 2 bottles of tequila in exchange for some pleasantries?  (Actually I think if ever did get to meet her the words that would come out of my mouth would probably sound like 1 year old baby babble and possibly some drooling for good measure.) Hey 1 bottle for her and 1 bottle for her handsome husband! Hell, I will even buy Chuck and Leta their very own don't mess with Texas T-shirts! Any ideas on how I can meet her without seeming like a crazy person? Thanks internet I knew I could count on you!!!