Confession Time

If given the opportunity, I wouldn't move back to Boise.

Class Reunion

My ten-year class reunion is next month. I have pondered whether or not I should go for a really long time.

Here is how my thought process has evolved.

Maybe if I go, it will motivate me to lose ten pounds. Eh. Didn't work.

No, I won't go. It's $90 and I'd rather spend $90 on video games for my neighbor's kids.

Yeah, maybe I should go. Chances are I won't regret it if I do go, but I might regret it if I don't go.

Yes. I'm going. ⇈ That was a pretty solid argument.

Then when I visited my Homeland (remember how I did that?) I went to Target a few times, and every time I was there I ran into people that I went to high school with. (Seriously people - it's time to leave Silverdale and why were you always at Target?). I went out of my way to completely avoid them. That just does not bode well for a reunion.

So help me decide. RSVPs are due on Friday. I would prefer to just wake up on the 9th and say to myself, "Well, no volleyball this weekend because it's still in the 50s...no nothing going on at all. I might as well go." But that's just not an option. Unless it is Misty? Since I know you do I get a RSVP-free pass??

Playing Catch Up

I know...it's been a month. OK, it's been over a month. I haven't blogged since April! I blame my broken computer. When my motherboard crashed (or whatever it was that happened) a piece of me died with it. The piece that knows what bills are due and where the closest Best Buy is to buy a new computer. That's why it took me so long to get back online. If I don't have google, the world is dead to me. Phone books are for hippies.

So here's what's been going on with us for the last month.

We almost moved to Minnesota. I was house hunting and everything. More important than house hunting though was statcounter. I looked it up. I only have one blog reader in Minnesota. That's not a good sign. We decided to stay here instead (wherever here is though, right? Most of you have no idea what state I'm in - let's keep it that way dear stalkers). I'm quite thrilled with that decision.

So then we decided to go house shopping here. Rust liked the houses priced under 200,000 (eye roll), I liked the houses with the huge bath tubs, and the kids liked the houses with the poofy flowers.

You know, poofy flowers.

The Lost season finale came and went. I had gotten behind on my TV watching and threatened to defriend anyone on facebook that gave anything about the finale away. And it's true, I deleted people. Even if all they said was, "I lost my keys." They were gone. In fact, the only kind of comment I allowed was "That was the best 7 freaking years of my entire life!!!" *Double emphasis on the freaking.

Now that I think about it though, there may be a few awkward moments next month at my high school reunion when people say, "Hey! Why aren't we facebook friends anymore?"

Hey - I'm sorry your dog named Jack died. Honest mistake.

I also discovered that I hate jogging. Biking is more efficient. And then I was asked to participate in a Ragnar. So I have to pretend to like jogging for a little while longer.

And finally, to fulfill the needs of a computer while mine was being examined and kicked around, I bought an ipod touch. It rocks my world. Now when I'm watching Glee, I don't even have to get up off the couch to download the new songs. The only issue I've had with it is it's shuffle feature. You see, most mornings between 9-10 AM I clean my kitchen. It takes that long because I'm listening to my ipod through headphones while rocking out. Why do I use headphones you ask? My kids constantly complain about how loud my music is. So anyways, back to the shuffle feature - as I'm dancing and shaking my groove thang (but not really, because I'm hardly ethnic) my music changes. Because when you shake your ipod touch, it shuffles the songs. Who came up with that stupid idea?

Well, it's bed time. I'm getting up first thing in the morning and driving the kids (by myself!) all the way to my homeland. I'm hoping to leave this crappy weather behind.

P.S. Stalkers take note - I live driving distance away from my homeland.