New Year’s Resolutions:

In no particular order…although I’m numbering them…I still do not have any order of importance…I just like to number things…

1. Pay attention to my surroundings and modify my tone when using suggestive phrases such as, “Lick and sniff porn”, “I moonlight as a lesbian” or “You are such a whore”.
2. Do not use ANY of these phrases at church, and especially not in the stairwell where it might be echo or be overheard.
3. Realize that just because something is funny inside my house (in the middle of the night, after we’ve all been snowed in for five days) does not necessarily make it funny in real life.
4. Stop caring about what other people think, and letting that influence my decisions.
5. Hold on to the positive and let go of the negative.
6. Try not to be so nervous or afraid, and just be myself!
7. Let go of my pride (Is it really worth it?)
8. Keep some of my pride (I’m not a complete idiot!)
9. No more jumping to conclusions or worrying needlessly.
10. Remember that my personal life is not for everyone’s ears.

Cabin Fever, Scrapbooking and Confusing Conversations…

This perplexing dialogue just occurred:

Amy: “Which color drawer would you put this paper in?”
Sarah: Repeating herself for the fifth time, “Cream.”
Amy: Exasperated, “There is no cream drawer.”
Sarah: “What are my color options?”
Amy: “Normal ones. ROYGBIV, black, white…”
Leah: “I’d like you to put that in the Indigo drawer.”
Amy: “ROYGBIV will now be spelled with a ‘Y’.”

Mutual laughter takes place, followed immediately by mutual confusion.

Sarah: “Amy, Amy, I think you should put that in the ye-purple drawer.”
Amy: Giggles, “Smart ass!”

Five minutes pass…

Leah: “Wait. ‘V’ stands for violet.”
Sarah: “Apparently we all think that Indigo is purple.”

Gay doorbell rings. Whitney walks through the door.

Whitney: “Hey,” as she quickly removes her skirt, “is Sean still here?”

Sarah: Holding sheet of paper up, “Whitney, I’m gonna buy some pinup cards!”
Amy: “Did anyone else notice she held that paper up upside down?”
Leah: Mockingly holding a dvd cover upside down, “Amy, Amy, would you categorize this as ye-blue, ye-purple or ye-bitch?”
Amy: “Definitely ye-bitch.”

Five minutes pass…

Leah: “Wait, Indigo is purple.”
Sarah and Whitney: Simultaneously, “INDIGO IS BLUE!”
Leah: “Oooooh. Haha. Right.”

Fifteen minutes later…

Whitney: Laughing maniacally, “Yurple!!!!!!!!!”

North Pole Revisited.

Dear Santa,

I don’t want to seem pushy or ungrateful, but, I still see some snow on the ground. I’m not expecting a miracle; I’d just like to get my car out of the driveway. No pressure!

I hope your day is going well!

Warm Wishes and Kind Regards,

Leah

Memo to Kris Kringle.

Dear Santa,

If you could please see fit to rid Seattle of this unpleasant white stuff (the piles of snow), I would greatly appreciate it!! I think it’s safe to say that we’ve all had our fun (sledding, snowman building, snow ball fighting, etc.), and now the “fun” needs to disappear. The snow was cool for about three, maybe four, seconds – but, now I’m done!! If I could have one Christmas wish, I would wish for blue skies and melted snow. I’d even settle for rain (that’s how desperate I’ve become)!!

Hugs and Kisses,

Leah

p.s. If I could have TWO Christmas wishes, you know what the other one would be.
p.p.s If you don’t know, email me!

Walkin' in a Winter Wonderland!

Day 4 of Forced Captivity:

Sarah, Whitney and I ventured out into the "blizzard" this afternoon to procure much needed provisions from QFC (i.e. Starbucks truffles, apples, lemonade, Cheez-its, milk and lettuce). On our journey we came upon several happy, playful puppy-dogs (unfortunately said owners were less than playful, and therefore we could not join in the fun), many children and sleds, and more than a few dumbasses out driving. I was decked out in proper snow garb (a puffy jacket and snow boots), borrowed from my beautiful roommate, and looked quite adorable if I do say so myself. Highlights included: falling on my ass in the snow, giving Sarah's snowman "the chop", being shown the last remaining cedar water pipe in Seattle and watching Whitney labor over her snow angel.

Stretchy Pants, Christmas Cheer and Knee-High Socks (Fur Trimmed Of Course :D)!

A few of my favorite things about the Jingle Bell Run (and our very productive action filled Sunday). More details and photos to follow!

-Our red and white striped knee-high socks.
-Getting Julie to wear said socks.
-Julie’s excitement over Christmas socks (as well as her green running tights and red sweatshirt).
-Our free loot! Bagles, ActivWater, Clif Bars and Muesli Bars (they’re from Australia, Whitney!).
-Sarah offering to show her boobs (at least five times) to get free stuff.
-Can-Cans down the escalator at Pacific Place.
-Getting Julie to Can-Can down the escalator.
-Getting Julie to pose for CRAZY pictures (why did we extend our legs over our heads?).
-Threatening to sexually harassing male employees at REI.
-Compliments regarding our outfits from REI employees (mostly male).
-Jumping up and down and yelling for Julie from across REI until she turned around and giggled and beckoned us over, while still wearing our running outfits.
-Over-using the phrase “sexually harass”.
-Waiting for two hours at Starbucks (okay, only twenty minutes but it felt like forever).
-Snow!!
-My third ever trip to Walmart. If I lose my way in a small Walmart, I really shouldn’t go to a superstore.
-Shopping for sledding materials.
-Conversations with slow-witted Walmart employees:

Me: “Do you sell sleds?”
Walmart Employee: It only snows once a year; we don’t have much of a market for them.”

-Trying to explain the pros and cons of sled selling to Walmart Employees.
-Discussing the marketing of sled paraphernalia, the Pacific Northwest and the proximity of Walmart in relationship to a few mountains where sledding could occur.
-Driving to Snoqualmie to go sledding.
-Getting out of the car, realizing it was far too cold/windy to sled, and heading back to Seattle.
-Napping on the Institute sofas.

..and my number one FAVORITE thing about yesterday: Julie, although fully aware of my real age, registering me as a 23 year old for the Jingle Bell Run. Hahaha.

Oy!!

I’m having a very Bridget Jones kind of day. Only I’m less drunk and I have a better fashion sense. Bridget won in the end, right?

Of course that was after she got her heart stomped to little bits.