No Guts, No Glory

Deron Williams was on the radio last night. He said he's signing his contract today and that he loves Utah, he loves that it's not a big night life here, he loves that he can raise his family here, he loves the scenery. As Ryan was relaying this to me, I started to tear up. Yes, I cried real tears. I'm just so darn happy that Deron Williams is a Jazz man. I've been angry with everyone on the Jazz at least one game, Boozer played like he'd never touched a basketball in the playoffs, Okur, AK47, everyone has upset me at least once. Except Deron Williams.

Here's to you D. Will. I love ya.

Redbox

I was grounded from Redbox for a little while. I rented 3 movies and kept them 7 days. Yesterday I decided to give myself a second chance. I got 2 movies and planned on watching them both last night, turns out I'm not such a night owl. I made it through one then went to bed. I was determined to watch both movies and have them back today by 9. Sounds easy, right? Wrong ping pong. Thursday night was already booked. I was left with only one option.

I woke up this morning and went to the gym, came home and had a protien shake while I watched my movie. Ryan told me that's a productive morning, watching a whole movie before I even have to shower for work. I would say it would've been more productive if I folded laundry while watching. I would actually say it was a little crazy. Watching Fools Gold at 6am?

Matthew McBugsme was annoying as ever.

I think my lipth are thwollen.

I didn't drink nearly enough water on the 4th of July. I didn't realize how badly I was dehydrated until we got back to Chris's house and my lips were "chapped real bad". (Name that movie.) The next day Ryan and I went to Mike and Amy's to help them build their fence. I drank water all day and only went potty once. TMI, I know. I've now been blessed with 6 cold sores. Yes, 6 of them.

My lips are swollen. Chapped and swollen. I was making dinner last night and felt drool on my chin. It's like I've been to the dentist and the anesthesia hasn't worn off yet.



I think I'll get a glass of water right now.

What is it with me and food?

I have a confession. I've hemmed and hawed (I have no idea if that's how you spell hemmed and hawed but I say that all the time.) I've hemmed and hawed about whether or not to blog about this story. Well, I've come to a conclusion. I would rather make people laugh than hold back such a gem of a story, even if I am the object of the laughter.

I was at work a couple of weeks ago and I didn't bring my lunch. I had a protien shake for breakfast at 5:30 in the morning and those things only hold me over for about 2 hours. I was starving. I had the shakes. I couldn't concentrate. I don't like to eat fast food lunches, I don't want to spend the money, I mean they have too many calories. Just as I was contemplating forking out 5 bucks for Wendy's, I saw it. My co-worker had thrown away a bag of Sour Cream and Chives potato chips. She brought some from home in a gallon bag, ate what she wanted and threw the rest away. What was a girl to do? I didn't even hesitate. I snatched that bag right out of the garbage and ate every last crumb.

I guess I can relate to this guy.


I don't regret it.

Wallowing in sorrow.

I've been much too depressed to post anything lately. When my sister and her kids were here visiting, we had such a great day at the lake. I had photos of Jack and Creed wakeboarding, Stella grinning at me in her cavewoman swimsuit wearing Ryan's sunglasses, Creed enjoying a Coke in the back seat of the Yukon after hours of swimming, Jack sporting the sweetest lifejacket known to man, Baby George chillin' on the boat stuffed way up under the nose under the driver seat, a group shot Me, Ryan, Mom, Liz, Jack, Creed, Stella, George, Auntie Kim, and Chris Garff. I accidentally deleted EVERYTHING before I got it downloaded. I've been in mourning. Too depressing to think about. Cannot continue posting.