HP

Today I received an email. It was the Harry Potter newsletter sharing the first look at the new website for the new moving coming out July 15. After I read this email I laughed at myself a little remembering how much of a fanatic I was about Harry Potter. One year for lent I remember giving up surfing my harry potter fan club websites. This is no joke. They consumed my life. I got every book that that was released the day it was released and didn't put it down until I was done reading it. I had harry potter trading cards and Bertie bots every flavor beans. I was tragically in love with the actor who played Oliver Wood in the first movie through middle school. I remember begging my dad to buy that movie. I played the computer games through to the end. I never could beat he who must not be named at the end, but I surely spent all summer trying. And by all summer I mean ALL SUMMER. I looked up recipes online for butter beer and pumpkin pasties. I have drawn a lightning bold scar on my face for more than one occasion. I have read the Ultimate Unofficial Guide to the Mysteries of Harry Potter. Basically, I was surprised to reflect on how much this one wizarding community has encompassed my life. I am officially a nerd.

Leftovers

Everyday for lunch since January I have had the same thing, with slight variations. It consists of a sandwich- either PB&J or turkey, a yogurt or applesauce cup, an apple or bannana, and pretzels. Depending on the week some of these elements may or may not be present. When I run out of things I improvise, and just bring what I have. Well, this lunch is good. It fills me up. Gives me the energy I need to do what I've got to do. However, today when I was in the break room getting a spoon for my yogurt I realized what I've been missing out on. I saw a lucky boy putting his leftover lasagna in the microwave and an intense feeling of jealousy swept over me. I pictured his loving mother who probably made it for dinner the night before, and how good it must taste. I miss eating interesting hearty foods. I miss variety in my diet. I miss you Mom. I miss your cooking.

Song of the Day

This video describes better my heart today that I can. Warning, it is pretty EMO.

Clarification

I do not have the flu of any kind. I am as fit as a fiddle. :) Also, I'm taking a preventative medication perscribed by my very kind family doctor just in case. Thank you, and goodday.

H1N1

This weekend I was a volunteer at MDA summer camp. It is a camp for kids ages 6-17 who have any form of muscular dystrophy. These kids are too cute for words, but also very fragile. I was all ready to give my week up for these kids, to play hard so that they could have a great time. I had all my costumes, water guns, coloring books, sun screen and bug spray all packed up. I drove to camp as soon as work was over, sat through 5 hours or so of orientation and training, and finally found myself sitting alone in my room unpacking for the week. It was kind of lonely in there. A text message broke the silence. It was a message from a friend in the ward. Apparently there is a reported case of H1N1, or "swine flu" in my ward. Apparently it is my good friend Shelly's roommate. Apparently at this point I was frreaking out, remembering how I had just eaten at her house a few days prior. After calling to make sure that these guys weren't just yanking my chain, I realized they probably didn't want these cute kids exposed to this crazy media crazed swine flu. I walked down the long long long hallway, and turned myself in. The adult leaders had really worried expressions as I explained that I had just found out there was a possibility I had been exposed to swine flu. At first they were going to put me in the infirmatory over night to think about it, but then they real quick like changed their mind. The camp director escorted me out of the building.

For you worried persons, allow me to let you know that I personally feel fine. Also, I was with Shelly the day before she actually experienced symptoms, so there is a good chance I missed the contagious time frame. Also, I'm not going to work since I already took it off, and I'm sure they don't want to risk it either.

Thinking

When I watch movies with a group of people there is usally someone in the group who gets frustrated with me and my questions. I always have to know going into the movie if it has a happy ending. Same with books. I'm a reader who almost always reads the last chapter of the book when I'm only half way through. This desire to know the ending and dislike of the unknown transfers to my real life. Oh how I wish I could skip to the end of my book of life to just skim the last chapter.

Excuse my behind...

I file stuff. Every day actually. The office is arranged with the filing cabinets all lined up in front of the customer service cubicles. Therefore, they pass me while I'm working constantly. This never really bothered me until this week. I had an epiphany! As I was bending over to but things in the bottom drawer of one of the zillion cabinets I realized that if they gave awards at work I would probably receive the most recognized back side award. Its always up in the air for everyone to observe! Thinking this made me slightly self conscious, and a little weirded out. I told my thought to the HR manager who also happens to be my old next door neighbor. After laughing with/at me she said that people had been mentioning to her that it looks like I've lost a lot of weight this past year (not that its true, but hey, it makes me feel good!) So at least along with noticing my behind they are also noticing it shrinking I guess.

I'm in love.

I just wanted to announce to the world that I am in love! I've finally found someone perfect for me. Actually, Dad picked him out for me. (I've always been pro-arranged marraiges anyways) We spend hours together everyday. He always knows just what I want, and does exactly as I would like for him to do. I feel safe when I'm with him, he's an excellent listener, knows how to party, and knows when to be quiet too. He is quite a bit younger than me, but love knows no boundaries. His name is A.C. Slater, and he's the greatest thing since the ipod. I will be bringing him to the family reunion this year, so everyone get ready to meet the love of my life!

This morning I threw my plate out the window

It was a good morning I must say. I ate my quesedilla for breakfast and noticed the plate I was using was covered in crumbs. I just had my car detailed, and didn't want to just put the plate onto the nice and clean seat. This is where my logic comes in. Of course it would be smart to just stick the plate out the window and allow the crumbs to blow off naturally. Of course. Too bad all the physics classes I took in high school didn't cross my mind. Turns out the second I stuck the plate out the window I flew into the air, and onto the street. Luckily I was only going 35 MPH and luckily there weren't any cars too close behind me. Luckily this provided me with many many extended seconds of laughing at myself. Ok, laughing with myself.