Every day gets a little better.

I was so stunned last night by him that I was almost in happy tears.

I don't think I have ever met someone so amazing. Admittedly my only two "serious" relationships were with douchey guys, but I truly didn't believe there were men out there like Sir Gingerbeard. I thought other women made men like him up. That he only existed in dreams.

He couldn't be further from the guys I've dated in the past, which I LOVE. I've had two "serious" relationships. Boyfriend #1 thought an acceptable birthday gift was sex with a condom in my favorite color. Boyfriend #2 - well that relationship ended in a restraining order. Not much else to say. Sir Gingerbeard is amazing. There's no doubt about that. But I think I probably see him as even more amazing because of the douchers I've dated in the past.

Anyway. Last night. Sunday. We had The Conversation. There's something important that needed to be discussed, and I bit the bullet last night. (Admittedly, it took some encouraging from him.) I said I had penciled in an awkward conversation for the evening, but still had a hard time spitting it out. He took me by the hand, led me to the couch, sat down, and encouraged me to talk. I was so nervous I couldn't even make eye contact until I'd gotten out what I had to say.

He told me that this new information really didn't change much, and then leaned over and kissed me. We continued to chat about plans for the week (yay, Thanksgiving!) and he suggested going out of town on Sunday, since we both have the day off. When he left, he blew me kisses.

If I was the crying kind, I certainly would have been bawling last night. His response just reaffirmed everything I've heard about him, and solidified my feelings (not that they were in question). I am so amazed to be treated the way he treats me (he also paid for my groceries when we went shopping, and washed all my dishes). I feel so special and adored.

This morning, I got a "good morning" text message as I was getting ready to walk out the door. After having The Conversation last night, that meant the world to me. I can't fully put into words the way he makes me feel. Adored. Enamored. Smitten. I feel like I'm walking on clouds. Other people have commented on how happy I am.

The more I learn about him, the more I want to pack him in my suitcase and bring him home with me to meet my parents. The more I want to tell him to put a ring on it. I've had three people in the last 24 hours tell me to marry him tomorrow. Not that I'm seriously considering it, but it's almost scary that something like that doesn't weird me out. We've been on eight dates and he's not only been my date to a wedding, but I've agreed to meet his family at his brother's wedding in less than three months. We've been on eight dates and he's already buying my groceries.

I could go on, but I'll spare you all. Plus, I'm exhausted and I might have mentioned something about making a zillion cookies tomorrow after my morning run. Ciao!!

I didn't think I could be more smitten.

And then last night happened.

We had already established that he is kind, generous, and giving. He has a huge heart. He is fun and respectful. Last night, I learned that he is both patient and... sacrificing might be the wrong word, but whatever the opposite of self-serving is, that's him. We were in a situation that was just really eye-opening for me. It made me appreciate even more the man that he is. I feel so lucky and blessed. And as weird as it might sound, I feel protected. He is amazing. No doubt about it.

We chatted on the phone tonight for two hours. He's coming over tomorrow for dinner (and maybe to meet Shari, if she's here late enough!) and I should probably head to bed if I have to head to the grocery store in the morning. I think we're going to have that scary conversation, too. I won't lie; I'm pretty nervous, but at the same time, I am fairly confident it will go well.

My eyes are trying to close. I'll try to get some of our super cute pictures up soon! Ciao.

Candice got married!!!

Sir Gingerbeard and I got all dolled up last night and headed off to Candice & Danny's wedding! What a blast! I am so amazingly happy for them. They are so beautifully in love and witnessing their wedding was such an honor. Danny is so obviously head over heels for her. He was singing to her during their first dance song, took her shoes off at one point in the evening since her feet hurt, and was giving her sweet kisses all night. Candi is so enamored by him. Just watching two people so in love was such a blessing.

My favorite part of their reception was their photo booth. SO much fun! I got two shoots in with Sir Gingerbeard, photo bombed Candi and Brittany, and then got a shoot in with Candice as well. The photos are so adorable. Two strips printed out after each set - one for us, and one for the scrapbook. Such an adorable idea! I definitely think I'm going to need to do something similar.

Sir Gingerbeard was just amazing. I wore my green heels (which are broken) but brought a change of shoes since I figured I'd probably need them at some point. As the buffet line was opening, we were walking to get in line, and I made a comment about how my toesies were hurting. He, being the wonderful man he is, rushed off to the car to grab my other heels for me.

He dipped me at the end of "At Last," on the dance floor, and requested Frank Sinatra's "The Way You Look Tonight." We shared a piece of wedding cake and relaxed on a bench outside at the end of the evening. I feel so lucky and special. He opened my door for me all night, told me to blame being late on him (I didn't), and... totally swept me off my feet. He makes me feel like I'm on top of the world.

Tuesday, we had a dinner date here at the house. Sir Gingerbeard came over when he got off work, and we made dinner together. He brought over two bottles of wine (the FireBlock Grenache and a bottle of bubbly!) and we hung out all night chatting on the couch, watching silly music videos, showing off our dance moves, and talking about life. His mom called at one point and left a fairly important voicemail, so he called her back. He said he was having dinner with me, and praised my cooking like crazy. She asked about me and how I was. It was pretty obvious they've had at least one conversation about me in the recent past. Adorable.

He also said that if things continue to go the way they have been, he would love to have me as his date for his brother's wedding in February, and for his best friend's wedding next summer. Both are out of state, on the East Coast. Planning for the future! Exciting!

I just got home after dropping off several drunk people and cleaning vomit from my car. I am totally wiped and am going to pass out. More on Sir Gingerbeard's wonderfull-ness and everything else later!

I was quoted!

And one of the quotes isn't entirely correct, but I'm pleased with the article anyway.

I was interviewed for an article on PTSD & Addiction last month. The author had contacted the organization I volunteer for, looking for women to share their stories, so I offered to contribute what I could. Since it is on an addiction site, I think it will primarily help those that already recognize they have an addiction and perhaps prompt them to seek help. If even one person seeks help as a result of hearing they are not alone, I will be happy.

My computer has been super slow and ridiculous lately, so I am WAY behind on my freerice. I donated just over 3000 grains while I was in the library between classes, though, so I'm catching up.

Today is the last day to sign up for the Food Blogger Cookie Swap! I am super excited. Not sure how I'm going to package my little goodies yet, but I know I'm definitely making the gems that I brought into work last week. With as much as everyone talked about them? Absolutely. There are over 600 bloggers signed up right now. That's over 600 amazing cookie recipes I'm going to get out of this deal, aside from the 3 dozen cookies I'll have shipped to my door. I can't wait!

I'm off to bed so I can get up early tomorrow, go for a run, get some cleaning done, do some grocery shopping, and get ready for date night! Sir Gingerbeard is coming over for chili and cornbread. I sent him pictures of the dress I'm wearing to Candi's wedding tonight, and he said something about running out to get a black & green tie so we can be all cute and matching. Adorable! I can't wait.

I'm outta here. Ciao!

A quick note on a good friend.

I brought in my shrimp curry leftovers for Sir Gingerbeard and me to share for lunch, and got a smooch in return. Success! I also may have convinced him not to cut his hair. He said something about only trimming the sideburns. I would certainly approve.

I have also been thinking over the last few days how lucky I am to have Er in my life. My best friend has been there for me through thick and thin for the last 16 years. My best friend from elementary school is still the first one I call when I have news that is happy, sad, exciting, or depressing. She is simply amazing, and I am so glad she has stuck with me. She hasn't felt too well lately (nasty cold or a variation thereof for the last three weeks) so we haven't chatted quite as much, and I've missed that. We got some Skype time in tonight, though. My withdrawal symptoms are now kept at bay.

I've just been remembering how many of my important life events she's been there for. The summer our family had to put the two dogs down. Fourth grade. She was there. When the Backstreet Boys album first came out, and we would listen to it on the playground during lunch on someone's Discman. 8th grade graduation, when we took the limo down to Beluga Point and she put KFAT on the radio. High school. Youth Court. And some of my favorite memories - our first year away at college. Fraternity parties. Snuggling in my twin bed on the sleeping porch. My birthday dinner with Anne, when we essentially got kicked out of Village Inn. She is one of my only long-time bffs to have met The Ex. And my most recent in-person memory: breakfast and then car shopping at the Toyota/Lexus dealership in Anchorage, right before I moved down here.

Erika Gail. You rock my world. You are my best friend and I don't know what I would do without you.



Love letter aside, I think I'm going to head to bed before midnight for the first time in... I can't even remember. I have another long day tomorrow (school, and I close at work) and I am totally exhausted. I still have to muster up the energy to clean for my CouchSurfer and my dinner date with Sir Gingerbeard on Tuesday! (If you're lucky, I might post pictures of us all dolled up for Candi's wedding on Wednesday.)

The sleepy time, she comes. Ciao!

My favorite veteran.

I was tooling around on facebook Friday night, and noticed the new contest hosted by The Melting Pot. You're supposed to post a story about your favorite veteran.

It got me thinking. Who is my favorite veteran? The one that comes to mind immediately is Army Guy, from work. I seriously can't say enough good about him. He is spectacular (even if he doesn't wear his helmet). He is a blast and a half to spend time with. He's nice. He's kind. He's hilarious. He is complimentary - both times I've brought goodies into work, he's practically tripped over himself complimenting everything. And even today as I was walking up to the wine bar (he was pouring), he asked if I had lost weight. The opposite has happened, in fact, but he really appears to care about people, and let them know he cares. As I was standing there tasting today, an older woman walked up. Army Guy complimented her on her jewelry "getup." He's always super positive. I love it.

Or a veteran I know a little better. Matt-One. Someone that I know without a doubt I could call in the dead of night, and he would be there for me. One of those 2-AM flat-tire friends. I might not have talked to him in a while, but I know he doesn't care any less. We were both there for each other when we needed it most. When Katie was being a megabitch and dumped him without telling him, I was the one he called at o'dark-thirty from Iraq. When I was struggling in my relationship with Kyle, he was the one that listened. No matter how many times I said the same thing, or how frustrated he must have been telling me to leave, he still listened.

Or Ryan. The veteran I've known for 18 years. The one I planned a trip to Europe with this summer. One of the most respectable and respectful guys I know. I've shown up to his place at 4AM and been welcomed with open arms.

Or either of my two grandfathers who served - Grandpa Harold and Mom's dad, Grandpa Bud. Grandpa Harold served in Korea for two years. Grandpa Bud also served for two years, and got out as an E-5. He left the Army because they had implemented a freeze and wouldn't promote him. That makes me laugh now. I know someone who has 8 years in and JUST made E-5. (Or maybe it was E-4?) Grandpa was such a stellar soldier that he advanced that quickly.

I'm getting really sleepy and having a hard time keeping my eyes open. The point I was trying to make (mostly to myself) with that is that I know so many truly amazing veterans. I have allowed my failed relationship to color my opinion of Marines in particular, and my interactions with other less-than-stellar service members to color the military and veterans in general. It's unfortunate, and I need to work to change that, because I know so many veterans that are wonderful people. These five people are far from an exhaustive list. The great service members I know are much more common than the awful ones, and that's something I know I need to work on in my head.

I might be having a beer chili date tonight, so I should probably get some sleep so I can pick up the kitchen mess I managed to make earlier. (Side note: I don't know why I ever dated someone who doesn't love curry. I love cooking it, love eating it, and love sharing it with someone who also enjoys the finer things in life!) I have a few errands to run before work, and it's almost 2AM already, so I should get to bed. Ciao!

365 questions: 151 - 160

151. When does silence convey more meaning than words?  In times of intense emotion, I think silence conveys much more than words. There are not always words to properly convey what you're feeling, and if you try, it can cheapen the moment. 

152. How do you spend the majority of your free time?  I try to do something for myself - whether it's attending a hot yoga class, working on my 101 list, or cleaning the house so I am less overwhelmed during the week. Lately I've also been spending quite a bit of time with Sir Gingerbeard. I also love chatting with my best friends. 


153. Who do you think of first when you think of ‘success?’  My daddy. He has gone from rags to riches twice. He is the hardest worker I know, and he is able to reward himself however he chooses because of it. 

154. What did you want to be when you grew up?  When I was in kindergarten, I wanted to be a pilot. 


155. How will today matter in five years from now?  I'm not sure, to be honest. I haven't done anything remarkable today, and don't have anything remarkable planned either. Today is the day after date #4. It is the day after I met Victoria. The day after I enjoyed my first Bathhouse Brewery beer. Sir Gingerbeard and I hung out in the car until nearly 1:30 this morning comparing music selections. Tonight, I will attend my P-Chem class and then probably pick up the house a bit. 

156. How have you helped someone else recently?  I covered the burgers and party snacks last night. 


157. What is your greatest skill?  I think I'm pretty skilled at listening and offering advice. I also like to think I'm a skilled driver. (And my completely spot-free driving record would agree! I've never even had a speeding ticket.) But practical skill? I'm skilled in the kitchen. That probably counts. 

158. Do you see to believe or believe to see?  A little of both, but I tend to be a see-to-believer. 


159. How are you pursuing your dreams right now?  I am finally a math major! After wanting to pursue a degree in math for years and years, I am finally doing so. 

160. What’s the next big step you need to take?  The big, big step will be graduating in 3 more semesters! 

Ich hab' gestern mit SAM übernachtet.

And he has a new name. Sir Gingerbeard, so dubbed by Kelli. Love it.

Went over to his house for dinner. Met his roommate (who is super awesome) and his roommate's... not quite sure. More than a girlfriend, it appears. She's from Australia and is a dancer for Carnival Cruise Lines. We chatted about all the spectacular places she's been. She's super fun, too.

We snuggled and smooched, and I stole all the covers. He asked how I felt about his nickname for me and I said I wasn't the biggest fan, so he tossed out some more options and we giggled about them. I hit snooze on my alarm this morning so we could hang out in bed for another ten minutes. We had coffee (or I did, rather) and then I headed home.

He's picking me up around 5:30 for tonight's brewing get-together. Should be a blast! I'm pretty excited.

Driving back home this morning, I saw a trailer full of cows, just goin' down the highway. It was pretty bizarre, and highly entertaining.

I should head off to class, and then I'll be busy getting ready for date #4! Ciao!

I am on cloud nine.

I am dating the most amazing man.

Wednesday was date #1. I already mentioned he drove me home and was absolutely spectacular. He also picked up my $40 tab. Yikes.

Friday, I brought him cookies at work. <3

Saturday, we worked together. I ran errands in the morning / early afternoon, and didn't even check out at the grocery store until half an hour before I was supposed to be at work. I tossed a bunch of stuff in the crock pot and rushed out the door. SAM was off a little bit before me, and he went to the store to get quinoa since the grocery store I went to didn't have any. He showed back up to work dressed all fancy, and looking spectacular.

Kris and Dave came over, and the four of us enjoyed dinner and some adult beverages together. (He helped in the kitchen - cutting up the veggies, cooking, and doing dishes.) After Kris and her man left, SAM and I hung out on the couch until 4AM just chatting. He put his hand on my knee a few times, but nothing more than that. He is super respectful, and it is so cute!

I had told him he was welcome to crash at the house since we had a 6AM meeting at work the next day, and so he did. He helped me make the bed, because he rocks! (I had washed the sheets earlier that day.) We snuggled a little bit. He kept his hands to himself because he's that awesome. I rolled over at one point because we hadn't even kissed yet, and I wanted a little smooch goodnight. He took it upon himself to make the first move. Made a comment about how he would like to kiss me before I fell asleep, and did the whole soft touch on the face thing. Gave me the sweetest kiss ever! We smooched for a little bit before I rolled back over and we passed out.

Woke up the next morning a little late for the meeting. I had pre-planned that I was going to wear my footie pjs, so I did. I was struggling to put my slippers on over my pjs since it was super early and I was still half-asleep. SAM got down on the floor and put my slippers on for me. Adorable! <3

We established Saturday night that he will be my date to Candi's wedding next week, and that he is accompanying me to Thanksgiving dinner at Kris & Dave's.

We closed together at work tonight, and he was super cute again. I got a smooch in the cash office. He came in to finish off my paperwork and said, "I'm just going to be really forward. I have been wanting to kiss you all day." So I suggested he do it. He also walked me out to my car at the end of the night and I got a goodnight kiss or two.

He invited me over to his place for dinner tomorrow night with his roommate and roommate's "beau." He's also having a little brewing shindig on Wednesday that he's coming over to pick me up for. (He makes his own home brew.) We are going over to Kris's one night this weekend to go out dancing, and Candi's wedding is next Wednesday!

I have been walking on clouds. He is sweet, respectful, nice, funny, intelligent, and makes me feel like I am on top of the world. Plus, not only did he see me out in public in my footie pjs, but he encouraged the outfit and helped me get my slippers on... and he still wants to spend time with me, and invites me to meet his friends.

I am completely smitten. <3

Today couldn't be better if it tried.

I have had a truly spectacular day.

School was acceptable. Nothing special. Organic Chemistry test today. Didn't totally finish it, but neither did probably 80% of the class, so I'm sure there will be a hefty curve.

Stopped by the bank on the way home and deposited last week's paycheck. Yay for money! Got back to the house and started the delicious cookies as atonement for my actions on Wednesday. Called Rose and chatted for almost an hour and a half. One of the best decisions I've made in a while. Not only were we able to talk through past disagreements and hurt feelings, but we both did some apologizing and ended the call with a much more positive impression of each other. Like, she's someone I might actually like. Never thought I would find myself saying that, but I'm really glad we talked today.

Got off the phone and ran out the door to work with a plate of cookies. Dropped 'em off at the front and went back to chat with Dawn and my favorite wino about a few things. Got a few meager tastes (definitely not an ounce) and then inspected the heavier stuff for tomorrow night.

I gave Kris a call to see what she's wanting to drink, and she asked what I was making for dinner, so dinner it is! I asked SAM what he was wanting, since he was standing there. (He's not picky.) And when he found out I was making dinner, he said he would bring a bottle of wine. <3

We chatted for a few minutes about logistics. I told him if he wanted to meet me back at work when I'm off and we can head over to the house together, that would work. He said he knows exactly where I live, but it would probably be easier to just follow me. So I looked at him with a suspicious look and said, "Uh, you know where I live?"

He started laughing and said "Yeah, I stalk you. I'm definitely going to give you a hard time. I wonder how much you remember from the other night." And of course then I wanted to die of embarrassment. Yes, I did remember he brought me home; it just slipped my mind momentarily.

I go up to the bar to sample some the spirit I was contemplating, and Army Guy comes rushing up, licking cookie off his lips, thanking me for bringing them in. I fell over myself trying to apologize, and he totally brushed it off like it wasn't a big deal at all. Then told me if I ever need someone to ride one of the motorcycles in the garage, he'd volunteer his services. :P

Came home and called mom. Chatted with her for a while. Chatted with Kris and Dave for a while. Got a text message complimenting my fab cookies. Slathered mask on my face and then walked down to check the mail, completely forgetting that I probably looked a fool. And now it's raining, which I absolutely love!

I let go of some 2+ year old negativity today, and it feels amazing. Ate a delicious cookie (only one!), finalized plans for tomorrow, and now I'm sitting enjoying the beautiful Arizona fall weather.

I should probably give the bathroom a once-over before I have guests, so I'll get on that. I'll update Sunday after our date. <3

Ciao!

Oh hi there, 6AM hangover.

Day drinking is a bad idea.

Day drinking on a first date is probably a worse idea.

And Mom, you probably shouldn't read this one.

Sometimes I'm not the most responsible person I know. Yesterday was one of those times. Super Attractive Man (can we just call him SAM? That sounds much easier) had asked me out on a lunch date with friends. Awesome, right? I had initially told him that I wouldn't be able to stay long because I had a 1 o'clock class that I couldn't miss. Well I got an email from the professor that morning saying she had already uploaded that day's recorded lecture, so I changed my mind.

Hung out, had lunch and a few beers (I don't know why I let PBR ruin me for so long. There are some delicious brews out there!), bullshitted. We were there for almost three hours. We finally decided we should probably get a move on and either move the party elsewhere or head home, so of course we decided to hit Mill Ave for happy hour.

Poor choice. For me, anyway.

We headed straight to Canteen. Got a round of tequila & pineapple juice shots. Then ordered margaritas. I only ordered one. Then I think Awesome Chick ordered another one for me when I was in the bathroom. Then I wasn't paying attention and ended up with a third.

Uh oh.

SAM drove me home, and Army Guy took my car. I woke up on the couch just after midnight.

Things I learned yesterday:

• I work with the most amazing group of people. Truly. The people are what made me go back for the last two years, and working there, I value them even more. Some guy that I just met a month ago drove my car home for me because I was irresponsible. He could have shoved me in SAM's car and said "See ya!" but he didn't. And I love that. [Side note: In all my years of driving, I have never once let anyone drive any of my vehicles. Never. Not even the guy I was dating for four years. So the fact that I even trusted him with my car says a LOT.]
• Awesome Chick has apparently been dreaming of a baby-making relationship for SAM and me. She told him on the day I was hired that we will make beautiful ginger babies. She told me yesterday she loves me and she is 100% behind SAM and I dating if that's what happens. She went on and on about how wonderful he is. Fantastic. 
• SAM is apparently super excited for our date this Saturday. And he held my hand yesterday. Adorable! <3

And today turned out surprisingly awesome, too. Texted a bit with SAM, told him I'd bring cookies in tomorrow as a peace offering. Went through some super ridiculous drama. I love it when someone on the internet tries to cause shit between my real friends and me. Sorry, guys. Not interested. And out of that mess, I gained new understanding and dropped a ridiculous old grudge. And tonight, I was invited (and asked to bring SAM!) to a beautiful friend's wedding in two weeks. She is so amazing and inspirational and I feel so honored and blessed that she invited me to play a part in her special day. I truly can't say enough good about her, and I feel so special right now. 

Didn't get the chance to swing by Old Navy for jeans before their sale ended today. I hung out at home like a hungover slob all morning, and then didn't feel like going anywhere this afternoon. Oh well! I'll find something and make it work. 

My life is amazing, and I am so blessed to have such wonderful people in it. For the first time since I moved here, I feel like I'm actually making quality friendships rather than the surface friendships I've made in the past. 

Not even the fact that I missed my P-Chem quiz today can bring me down. And on that note, I have some German homework to finish. Ciao! 

So discouraged.

Today has been amazing, and I *should* be on cloud nine right now.

I ran about 2.5 miles earlier. While I was on the treadmill, I got a text message from Super Attractive Man. I gave him my number as he was leaving work yesterday, so he wanted to make sure I had mine, and he invited me out with some other people for lunch and drinks tomorrow.

Great, right? I was super happy earlier. I went into whirlwind mode, cleaned the living room - vacuumed everything, cleaned off the end table, went through all kinds of papers. Made decent progress on the house.

Then I decided it might be a good idea to figure out what I'm going to wear tomorrow. I put on a jean skirt with a short-sleeved sweater, and thought I looked fat. My legs don't look awesome, either.

So I put on my shorter skirt, just to try it on, as a maybe for this weekend. Fits. Barely. Still not happy with my legs.

Then I tried on jeans. Maybe I don't want to show off my legs tomorrow - especially since there's not much to show off. I have two pairs of jeans that I've tried on that I can button and don't look hideous. Still, they're not super flattering and not what I want to wear.

So I went through my entire stack of jeans looking for my 27s and 5s. I have two pairs left to try on and hope they'll look better. One of them desperately needs to be hemmed... like several inches, hemmed. I had to pin them when I wore heels. So those are probably out even if they fit.

And to top everything off, I went to take a drink of water from my favorite water bottle, and there's a dead fruit fly floating in it. Awesome.

I just feel so defeated. I haven't eaten sweets since the last of the 7-layer bars were gone, other than the 90 calorie pudding things I have. (And even then, I might have had three in the last week. I'm pretty sure that's an overestimate.) For lunch today, I had two zucchini, a yellow squash, and an orange pepper cut up, sauteed, and served with balsamic vinegar. That's it. I'm not eating food that should make me gain weight, and yet I've still gained 35+ lbs. since February. I know a lot of it is from Europe, but I got home more than two months ago.

Defeated. Discouraged. Frustrated.

I burned about 200 calories in the gym earlier. I've probably burned another 200 with my little house dance party today. I'd still have to burn another 3100 calories in order to lose just ONE pound between now and Saturday. Yeah, not going to happen. And one pound isn't going to do much when it comes to fitting back in my pants, anyway.

To top everything off, both bikes in the gym are broken so running or the elliptical are my only options. And when I was rummaging through the fridge earlier, I dropped a container of grape tomatoes and one of them ended up under the fridge, I think. So I'll have to move the damn fridge in order to get it. It's not a problem, it's just a huge pain. I guess it won't hurt to clean behind the fridge, but I'm still irritated that I was so careless.

I have two loaves of bread in the fridge that are fine, but that I won't eat, so I think maybe if I get out of lab a little early tomorrow, I'll take them and walk all the way down to Kiwanis, walk around the lake and toss the bread to the ducks, and then walk the long way home (up to Baseline, over to Kyrene, and back down).  That's a little longer than I walked today, and it will give me some fresh air and an emptier fridge at the same time.

So I guess I'll be going to get some new jeans in the next few days. I think I'll check out the selection at Old Navy. They're having a sale right now and I hope to God I won't be in these pants for long, so I don't want to fork out too much for them.

I have some German homework to do, so I suppose I should get on that. Ciao!