Having a cold when it's warm outside is THE WORST.

I love saying that something is "the worst." I have no idea why, but it just seems so absolute. Like, no matter how hard you try, nothing is going to be more awful, so don't even try.
About 6 years ago my family came out to the east coast for the first time and we all rode the train into New York City. It was that week between Christmas and New Years and it was freezing. We spent the day walking around the city, freezing our faces off. I can't remember everything we did on that trip, but I do remember going to the top of the Empire State Building and also going out to Battery Park to see the Statue of Liberty. And I also remember that I had never been so cold before that in my entire life. While that sounds like it has the possibility to be miserable, we all ended up having a great time, we were totally smitten by the sights and the sounds, by everything there was to see and do.
Anyway, after our adventurous day in the city, we rode the train back and as we were walking from the train to our car, my dad, who has an internal heat that I never fail to be amazed by, said in his best 5 year old whine, "This is the worst... ever." Now, I have no idea if that is the coldest that my dad has ever been in his life, or if he has been colder since then, somehow I doubt it, seeing as this is a California boy we are speaking of, but as he uttered that statement about the weather, I remember laughing out loud thinking, "yup, the worst... ever." I would like to say that I have never been as cold since, but I served my mission in Chicago, so I would clearly be lying. That winter was the worst... ever.

I just wanted you ALL to know

That I just bawled through the entire last half the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants movie. And I am not at all ashamed to admit that.

Stage Fright. Warning: This post includes talk that is bathroom related. You have been warned.

So, I had a super awkward moment today. I would like to preface that thought with the fact that I am not a shy person, but there are just some things that are personal. I have had roommates in the past who think that it is perfectly acceptable to come into the bathroom while I am doing my hair or brushing my teeth and just plop themselves down and take a tinkle. I am always shocked and appalled by this behavior but never quite know how to express how uncomfortable this makes me. I have asked that they stop and usually they did, but I did have a roommate, we'll call her Jen (because that was her name) who continued to do it and thought that it was so strange that I would ask her to step out when I needed to take a turn. I refuse to use the bathroom, even if it is just number one with anyone else in the room. This may change (I have been told) after I get married but I hope with all my might that it doesn't.
Anyway, today at work, I went to the restroom. When I walked in, there were two little kids, a boy and a girl, in there with their mother. The little girl was in one stall, the little boy; I am assuming was waiting for his turn. Since they were not using the other stall, I decided to go ahead and use it. I have no idea what the mother was doing this whole time, but she clearly was not paying attention to her son because as I took a seat, I glanced over, and made the most awkward eye contact of my life with the little boy who was looking through the crack in the door. I almost audibly yelped. And of course then I couldn't go. So, I just had to wait, while this little 5 year old pervert looked at me through the door. Finally, his mother noticed and moved him away, but I was so horrified that nothing ever came. I waited until they left the restroom and walked back to work, feeling completely disgraced and utterly violated. Ug.

So famous...

So, I am a fan of this writer/film maker named James Gunn. I have been a fan of his since I read a book he wrote when I was in high school. He is dark and he is funny and for some reason, I really like that combination. Anyway, he also happens to be married to Jenna Fischer who plays Pam on The Office, with John Krasinski, who I love. In fact, I know that he resides in New York City and every time I take a trip in to the city, I have this secret little hope in my heart that I will run into him and I will get to take a picture with him. That is all I've ever wanted, to have my picture taken with John Krasinski.
Anyway, James Gunn is on myspace and he writes blogs every so often. I subscribe to them, and yesterday I got an email informing me that he had written a new one. I signed onto myspace, read his blog and left a comment. I try to leave as many comments on blogs as I can because I know how much I love comments and I assume that everyone feels that was as well. Anyway, the comment was regarding something that had happened with Dick on Big Brother. This is my first season watching Big Brother and I am officially obsessed (thanks Brooke!) Anyway, I commented and went on my way. I was hopping around myspace and I landed back on my own page after about 10 minutes and I was informed that I had a new comment waiting for me. And lo and behold it was from none other than James Gunn! I was so excited and the following is my thought process immediately after I read the comment:
OHMYGOSH! James Gunn left me a comment!
OHMYGOSH! James Gunn is married to Jenna Fischer!
OHMYGOSH! Jenna Fischer is on The Office with John Krasinski!
OHMYGOSH! I am this close to getting my picture taken with John Krasinski!
It made my day. Here is what it said:
"Straight up, C. The soda spill WAS assault as far as I'm concerned, and the belittling is completely abusive. "
Let me tell you, if I was a fan before, I am a super fan now! Thank you, James Gunn. You made my day.

You are not a special snowflake...

Please, please, please tell me that someone else has seen VH1's new show, The Pickup Artist. It is the sickest show that I have ever seen and it has sucked me in and now I can not stop. I don't understand the hair, I don't understand the outfits, I REALLY don't understand the hats. But, I do however understand the contestants and their desire to find social acceptance. It always amazes me that even though we are all so different on this big earth, we all want the same thing. This show is gross and uncomfortable and horrible, but I can't stop, no! I don't want to stop.

So, I had this plan for a blog recently. I knew that my 1 year blogiversary (I totally just made that word up!) was coming up, and I was going to write a blog about how here I am, one year later and I can not believe it. I was going to tell you all about how I have loved blogging this last year about how I feel, the kind of people I admire, my job, and corndogs, corndogs, corndogs! But, I have been so busy and if you know me, you know that my brain doesn't work right when I am busy. My blogiversary passed me right by. It was over 2 weeks ago and I can't believe I missed it. Oh well. Thanks for sticking with me. It's been a fun year. I love your comments, I love that you read. And for those who read and don't comment, it's kind of fun to think of you out there. Thanks for a fun year! Here's to another!

Deathly Hallows: Not a spoiler, I am not even close to the end...

I am reading the final Harry Potter book currently. I have not had this much anxiety in a long time. I am a late comer to the Harry Potter craze and while I have been looking forward to this final book for well over a year now, reading makes me so sad. This is it. The end of the story. Nothing to look forward to after I am done. So, I have been reading as slowly as possible. I have many friends ask me daily, Where are you? What part are you on? And I am always slightly embarrassed to tell them that I am only a few pages from where I was yesterday. And it's not because I am a slow reader. The opposite is true in fact. I read the first 6 in under a month. I am so scared about what is going to happen. I am so sad that it is over. JK Rowling must be the best writer ever because she has literally forced me to love these characters and become so completely attached that I am not only sad to read about who is going to die but I am also sad to finish this series that I love so much. And I don't even care at all if anyone thinks that makes me a big ol' dork. I love them and I am not afraid to say it. I can't wait to share them with my kids someday.

Copy Center Love

I have an announcement to make. I am madly in love. With my job. And my co-workers. I have never had a job that I have loved more than the copy center. Oh dear copy center, oh how I love you. I love your copy machines; I love the projects we get to produce together. I love the color copies, the black and white copies, the wide format copies, the laminating, the faxing. I love the diversity. I love that there are only two white employees at the copy center and that counts the manager, I love that we have a Buddhist, a Mormon, a Muslim, a Christian and a Catholic. I love that we all have absolutely no problem getting along and working well together in spite of all our differences. I love the little apron I get to wear and that fact that we all wear blue shirts instead of red like everyone else. We are like our own little blue shirt copy center army. I wonder if there is some way that I can make a career out of working in a copy center. My life would be bliss.
In other news, The Brother came to visit this week and it was a great time. I learned how to play pinochle which is more fun than you would think with a name like that. (And now we meld!) We went into the city for the entire day. Normally I hate just walking around the city but we made a plan and ended up getting to see some great things that I had never seen before. It was a great time even though there were some minor set backs on my part. I started feeling queasy towards the end of the day and had to leave dinner to go throw up. As I was squatting there by the toilet thinking that it couldn't get any worse, the automatic flush went off slashing my face with public mall bathroom toilet water. It was quite possibly the sickest thing that has ever happened to me. But, after that I was feeling much better and was able to enjoy the end of our night with a lovely ride on the Staten Island Ferry which is my favorite NYC thing to do because you get to see the Statue of Liberty from the water all lit up and pretty and because it's the only thing in New York City that you can do for free. And as we all know, it's all about free.