After 3 weeks of bumming off of my parents for food, a car, and gas money, I finally have landed a part time job! It's really part time. Like, uber part time. Like, 10 hours a week part time, but, it's a job. Plus, I have 2 more interviews lined up. Those interviews are with K Mart and JC Penny so, they're not exactly dream jobs. I kind of really don't care though because it would be super nice to, you know, have money again.

I don't think I'll get the AmeriCorps position. I can just sort of, feel it. But that's okay. It may be tough to juggle 3 part time jobs but at least that will get dried up cash river trickling along again and get me back on track to paying down my credit card and student loan debt. Even more importantly, I would really like to start seriously saving for the Nashville move which has now been postponed for at least a year.

Even though I have a grand total of just $40 in my bank account, mom and dad have graciously agreed to loan me the cash to go to Wisconsin this weekend to catch a comedy show with Kelly and then pop over to Chicago to see my old Peace Corps buddy Joe and his fiancee Katie. I haven't seen Joe in nearly 3 years so I'm definitely looking forward to that. Plus, it will totally rock to hang with my bestie, Kelly, again. Though I will definitely be envious of her shiny new Ford Focus as it is everything my '98 Toyota Corolla is not. I have dubbed my new ride "the Zombie Leper" because it's ugly and shit's falling off, but I'm pretty sure nothing can kill the damn thing. That's good though because it will get me where I need to go until I can afford a shiny new car of my very own. Plus, it was pretty awesome of my parents to get it for me. Mom had to dip into her "fishing trip fund" to buy it and I'm sure that didn't make her too happy.

Well, I really better hit the hay. Now that I'm gainfully employed, I can't sleep until noon... until Monday at least. My shift doesn't start until 2 on Monday.

Let's start with the movies--

This week I saw "Your Highness" and "Arthur", two very different movies. I won't go all in depth with my review, I'll leave it at "Your Highness" is kind of crap, "Arthur" is great. "Your Highness" is definitely bottom of the barrel dick and fart jokes layered with as much cursing as possible. I'm down with stupid, gross out humor, but when it goes too far, or seems ridiculously unnecessary, I think it drags the movie down, as it does in "Your Highness." It's a renter at best.

"Arthur", on the other hand, was great. Russel Brand was perfectly suited for the character he played, the film was charming, funny, warm hearted, and a quite enjoyable way to spend a couple hours. I recommend it.

In other news, tomorrow we're having a going away party at the Mitzes for me, and then I'm headed back to Minnesota on Wednesday. I have an interview for an AmeriCorps program on Thursday and then after that, well we'll see what happens.

While sorting through today's mail, I found myself sifting through the junk mail coupon pack and although I currently do NOT need one of these or know anyone who does, this is a pretty good deal and had to share it with the world.

One free* baby sling! *plus cost of shipping & handling which amounts to about $12

So if you or anyone you know would like a free* baby sling, go to sevenslings.com and enter promo code "California"

This is either all evidence that my life truly is a sitcom, ... or, I am, to a disturbing point for a normal individual, somewhat mentally impaired, i.e. stupid.

Tonight I took Colton to one of my favorite places in the Bay Area, the Paramount Theater in Oakland. It was built in 1931 and it is a historic, art deco remnant of a time when going to the movies was an *experience*. The theater is massive, ornately decorated, and boasts a Wurlitzer!

After some old fashioned Wurlitzer organ playing, there's the traditional news reel, cartoon, and old school trailers before the main event. Last time Colt and I went to see the original Robin Hood, tonight we went to see the 1959 Rock Hudson, Doris Day classic "Pillow Talk." I'm pretty sure Colton was the youngest person there but he loves going to that theater so who cares? We had a blast.

So, movie's over, we're leaving the theater. We drove so I'm trying to navigate my way out of downtown Oakland at 10 pm on a Friday night, right? I miss a turn and get all direction confused, come to an intersection and all at the same time, Colt distracts me with some question, I bite my tongue, hard, and two bright, white, lights flash in my eyes. I shake my head and take my turn only to see I've just gone through a red light.

So I get home, tired and stressed about the red light mishap. I wash my face and start brushing my teeth, preoccupied thinking about how much I'm going to have to pay for a red light violation and how stupid I'll look in front of Kat and V because of this. Not 3 seconds after starting to brush, I'm spitting it all out in the sink and rinsing the distinct taste of soap out of my mouth. Turns out, I'd grabbed my shaving gel, not my toothpaste. (to be fair, my toothpaste was in the shower, right next to my shaving gel, and both dispensers look crazy similar, and the contents are the same color!) But excuses aside, that was so damn stupid. Seriously? I attempted to brush my teeth with shaving gel? Effing ridiculous.

So anyway, when Kat gets back from her trip I'll tell her what happened and if we get a ticket in the mail for Kat's car with my picture enclosed, then I'll just have to fork over the crazy high red light violation fee. Man sometimes it sucks, being a grown up.

Every so often I happen upon a product I think is just pure brilliance. Today I stumbled upon the Aqua Safe Straw made by Sure Aqua. I really wish I had one of their products when I was in the Peace Corps.

Here's the essential concept-- it's a big straw with a water filter inside. Say you're out hiking or camping, you can pull out your handy dandy Aqua Safe Straw, stick it in a pond, river, lake, any water source, and drink. The water is filtered as you suck on the straw and rendered completely safe. When the filter is full (after filtering 132 gallons of water, or 264 gallons if you get the higher end products) the filter no longer allows water to pass through the straw so you aren't in danger of mistakenly drinking water that has not been adequately filtered. According to the Sure Aqua website, "For the AquaSafeStraw+ and AquaSafeBottle+ water is filtered down to 0.01 microns removing 99.99% of viruses and 99.9999% of bacterial and protozoa's."

(Yes, they have 3 different products. The one pictured above is the Aqua Straw and they have an Aqua Straw Plus and then an Aqua Safe water bottle.)

I find this idea to be incredibly genius, especially given what I went through as a Peace Corps volunteer. If I had one of these, I wouldn't have had to buy bottled water or boil water before I could drink it. You can drink from the stankiest water sources with this thing and it is completely safe.

Besides the environmental aspect of saving water bottles (and drinking from this straw makes water safer and more pure than bottled water) and the convenience factor, there is the disaster scenario. When natural disasters and the like cause a disruption in the water supply, these products can be used to replace the need for purchased bottled water. This is a great idea for disaster and first aid kits, camping equipment, international travel, and every day use. The price seems hefty at $50 but when you consider one straw replaces 1,000 water bottles, it doesn't seem too bad at all. The Aqua Straw Plus (which filters more than twice as much water as the regular straw) is $70, the water bottle is $90 and they are soon releasing a 20 litre jerry can (no listed price yet).

Brilliant brilliant brilliant. Technology like this gives me faith in mankind.

...or in a few months when this movie is available to rent

In keeping with my movie rants, I shall now present my take on this modern attempt at 80's nostalgia "Take Me Home Tonight."

I'm a fan of the 80's, perhaps because I was made in the 80's and didn't really live through the decade of Aquanet, neon fashion, and totally rad music. Still, I'm a sucker for 80's flicks, movies that attempt to recreate that era, and VH1's "I Love the 80's" specials.

"Take Me Home Tonight" is a film about a recent MIT grad (Topher Grace) who finds himself working at the video store in the mall. A run in with his high school crush sets off a night of classic mad cap craziness including grand theft auto, drugs, a dance off, and partying like it's 1988.

The cast is pretty solid as Grace plays the lost loveable loser well. He is backed up by Anna Faris (of Scary Movie fame) as his twin sister and Dan Folger as his best friend. Folger plays a character he's played many times before-- perverted, drug using, slobby loser who is still, for some reason, kind of endearing. Yet despite having a good cast who meshes well and has comedic chops, this movie doesn't deliver it's tag line promise to be the "Best. Night. Ever." The film fails to take advantage of its actors comedic strengths and it suffers from pacing problems, unenthusiastically plodding along through the predictable plot lines.

What I think the film does have going for it is that (speaking from someone in a similar position) it's in tune with the struggles of a post-college "what do I do now?" audience. In conjunction with Grace's attempts to get the girl, he is struggling with what to do with his life. He feels he is disappointing his police officer father with his failure to succeed and doesn't know what direction his life should take. This sentiment is one I understand and easily relate to, and I think it was handled well. There's a great heart to heart between Grace's character and his dad in which his dad tells him he isn't a failure because he hasn't even tried, and that's worse. (Yeah, one of those "you miss 100% of the shots you don't take" lines.)

The film has a little bit of heart and a lot of awesome 80's tunes to back it up, but

I haven't blogged in over a month but I have been forced into action by the travesty I witnessed today.

Sharpen your pitchforks ladies and gentlemen, we've got a wolf to kill.

Let me preface this by saying I was excited to see this movie. The concept of re-imagining the tale of little Red into a modern horror which would stay true to its Grimms Brothers' gruesome roots while exciting audiences with intrigue, suspense, and beautiful people is a solid idea. Sad to say, that is not the movie Warner Bros delivered. This movie fails across the board in every category in which a film can be judged.

The first thing that struck me was how truly bad the acting is. I'm pretty sure the casting director must have showed up at some LA high school and said "hey kid, I hear you were an under study for an extra with no lines in the school play. Wanna be in a movie?!" Nearly every line of dribble that passes for dialogue (but we'll talk about the writing in a second) is like a porn star's on camera orgasm; forced, fake, and devoid of any semblance of genuine feeling. Interactions between the main characters are awkward and unnatural at best and when the minor characters have something to add, the lines seem flat and stale. There's supposed to be an angsty love triangle (Twilight style) but it falls far short of the mark. There is no passion or chemistry between any of the 3 characters and even the inevitable "boys will be boys" fighting over the girl gambit is played with zero feeling from the male leads.

I shouldn't be too hard on the actors because, in their defense, they didn't have much to work with thanks to screen writer David Johnson. Dude must have mind control powers to have gotten the execs at WB to sign off on this. It seems he took a generic "who dunnit" plot, every cliche he could think of, and the rough draft of the first 2Twilight movies, tossed them in a blender, poured out the pages, lost that script, and then rewrote what he could remember of the mash-up. Dave can't seem to pick any one real direction, throws everything to the wall, and nothing sticks. Snarky comments aside, the thing reads like a bad first draft of fan fiction written by a 13 year old girl. Okay that was still snarky but honestly, the dialogue is so far off the mark of what real human conversations sound like it is laughable. I did, in fact, laugh more than once at the cheesy, predictable, 100% grade A 'lame' lines.

So the acting and writing was bad enough but you can at least expect to see some stunning visuals, right? Um no. Cookie cutter Hollywood fake set all the way. And what the fuck is up with the spiky trees on the way to Grandma's house? Freud would have a field day with that imagery. There are no incredible visual effects as far as the wolf goes and even the costumes fail-- looking like the trendy offspring of a Renaissance Fair and Forever21.

There's so much blame to spread around it's hard to nail this epic failure on any one person but if I had to sacrifice just one to the movie gods, it would be director Catherine Hardwicke. Yes the acting was bad and the script was flawed, but there were still elements that could have been utilized to draw the audience in to the story, surprise us, shock us, make us love, hate, or just care at even a base level about the characters. These things could have given the characters dimension, made them more realistic and caused us to be sympathetic to their motivations, but Hardwicke doesn't trust her audience enough to figure anything out for themselves. Hardwicke clearly tried to take a page or 10 from the Twilight playbook (yeah, she directed that) but the attempt falls short of even those shallow, glittering tweenager standards. (And I actually liked 'Twilight,' in a guilty pleasure, 'I hate to admit this' sort of way.) Hardwicke threw in a few awkward moments that I think were intended to make the movie edgy but they are creepy and just don't make sense. There's a whole drunk town celebration with modern club dangersexy music and Miss Red grinding on her female friend that is straight up weird, and the pedophilic moment where Gary Oldman caresses Amanda Seyfried's hair as he's leading her to be put up as wolf bait is a creepy move that comes out of left field.

I'm sad to report that Hardwicke has 2 films in the works, "Hamlet" & "Maximum Ride" (which will star teenagers who can fly versus other teen wolf people with super powers or something... sadly, I'm 100% serious about that-- look it up). I'm praying Hamlet is a kids' movie about a pig and not in any way, shape, or form an adaptation of Shakespeare because if the bitch touches my beloved bard, I can't be held responsible for my actions.

I could go on forever about the numerous flaws of this patently ridiculous flick. I'm sorry WB squandered a perfectly good opportunity to tell the story of Red Riding Hood in a way that would breathe new life into a classic tale. Long story short, don't waste your time or money on this floating turd in the toilet bowl that is today's box office. I suggest renting it and throwing a party with drinking games; drink for every awkward, poorly delivered moment and/or line. The movie will still suck, but at least you'll be drunk.

I am still giddy over the Pack winning the Super Bowl; partly because I'm a Cheesehead, but mostly because that means I get to see Aaron Rodgers on tv doing the talk show circuit and more Rodgers is good for everyone.

Let me just say, besides being a fantastic football player, the guy is chill, intelligent, soft spoken, and hot. So, that's just an all around win.

I so wish I had the coin right now to go on a Green Bay Super Bowl champs memorabilia shopping spree. (feel free to buy me any and all Packer related super bowl crap for next Christmas-- I'll love it)

Anyway, so yeah-- that's good news. Other than that.... uhhhh.... not much goin' on.

I'm going back to NFLshop.com now to oogle GB Champ gear.

...deep in the heart of Texas!

Bow howdy yes indeederoonie, I am movin' to Texas y'all!

This summer I am moving to Dallas to continue working for the Mitz family. So kick the tires and light the fires and get this wagon train a' movin'!

I'm excited... in case you haven't noticed.

Yes... yes I do.

I finally got myself a green and gold Aaron Rodgers jersey! I ordered it last week and have been obsessively tracking the shipping from the moment it left the warehouse to its arrival at my door. I ran to the door when our nice UPS lady rung the bell and it took me all of 30 seconds to rip the box apart, unveil my new jersey, pull it over my head and run to a mirror to check myself out, rocking the #12.

I am JAZZED for this game y'all. I eagerly await kickoff because I reserved the best table at Buffalo Wild Wings and I fully intend on enjoying Super Bowl Sunday with hot wings, beer, and seeing my latest football crush on giant TV screens throughout B Dubs.

I'm also hoping to find an Air Force hottie. (There's a base close by and the military guys love B Dubs.)

But anyway-- tomorrow I will have the okay to spill some news that some of you already know pertaining to me leaving California. Details on the morrow!

...but then, I always was a procrastinator.

Okie dokie who wants an update on the world of me? Boy howdy that's a little self centered huh? Oh well, feel free to cut out at any time should you find yourself bored.

So, let's cliff notes this bitch, how bout it?

November... uh, nothing really happened I don't think.

December... ditto. Well, there was Christmas, but that's about it.

Which brings us to now!

Today was my birthday. My 25th birthday to be exact. The Mitzes took me out to dinner last night to a fantastic place I love very much and could never afford to eat at if it weren't for them called Ruth's Chris. Today I took Colton and his brother Brian for lunch at BWW (aka Buffalo Wild Wings) and I think one of the server's I've had before was flirting with me big time. He wasn't our server this time but he still stopped by our table to chat for a bit and was really quite cute when he said "let me know if you need anything. ...I mean... I'm not your server but I mean... I'll be walking back and forth and stuff so really if there's anything you need just... hollar." That and when I said "yeah it's my birthday. Of course, where would I rather be than B dubs?" and he responded with "yeah totally, me too. ...well... I work here so... I guess no... this isn't really where I'd like to be on my birthday but.... yeah... haha" Adorable. Anyway I'm working on that.

So, going back in time, the Mitzes took me to Vegas for New Years and that was pretty cool! I hadn't been to Vegas before and we had fantastic food, incredible wine, and saw a mind blowing show. We saw Cirque de Soleil's "O". I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. It was so visually stunning and a true feat of choreography and artistry. Like I said, we had excellent food. We ate at top notch restaurants and I got to try escargot, caviar, steak tartar with quail egg, rabbit, and so much more. There was one lunch in particular where I ordered the lobster roll. My waiter asked what size and I, not knowing the first thing about lobster rolls said "I don't know. A small one?" Apparently my waiter misheard me because 25 minutes later a full 3 lb lobster was delivered to our table. ...and I ate the whole damn thing.

Steak Tartar with Poached Quail Egg & Crab Cake on Lettuce Leaf

A Pumpkin Pie & Cheesecake Pastry from the Chocolate Factory in the Bellagio

On New Year's Eve Colt and I went outside to wait by the Bellagio's fountains for 2011 to arrive and after the clock ticked down on giant screens lining hotels on Las Vegas Blvd, all up and down the strip, firework displays were shot off from the tops of casinos all along the strip.

Here's a video of some of the fireworks.

The next morning we hopped in a limo out to a helicopter which took us out past the Hoover Dam and into the Grand Canyon. We landed in the canyon, had lunch, and flew back over the strip. It was a pretty cool trip. As you can see from the video below, Kat wasn't enjoying the helicopter so much the way there. (the chopper is loud and annoying so turn the sound off)

Hoover Dam

This is where the iconic scene from Thelma & Louise was filmed.

The Las Vegas Strip

Our Hotel, the Bellagio

So, you may be wondering why I haven't said anything about Atlanta. As you may or may not know, I applied for an AmeriCorps position as a Volunteer Coordinator for a school in ATL. While they told me I was always in the running and they liked me very much, I didn't get the gig. That's okay though. I'm taking that as it just wasn't meant to be. There is something else brewing, but I'm not allowed to talk about it quite yet.

So yeah, that's it... in a nut shell. Hopefully I'll have more adventures for you soon!

...a need for speed!

Meet AK47, go-kart racing extraordinaire! Saturday Colton, his older siblings, a couple friends and myself went out to the newly opened indoor race track and burnt some rubber. I came in 8 out of 8. Today, we had to schmooze some friends from England and their kids, so we made another trip to the race track and I took first!

I'm totally addicted to racing now and I think Kat and I are going to go again tomorrow around lunch time.

well, actually this will be the first time I will have been a bridesmaid in a wedding. My friends Abbey and Kristi are getting married next June and I picked up my dress for their wedding today!

In other news- my friend Marissa is making a trip to come see me in Cali in November for a week! I'm jazzed, it's gonna be a ton of fun.

That's pretty much it. I lead a boring life.

Kat and V leave later this week for a 10 day Australian vacation. I'm jealous. Also- You know that tv show "Lie to Me"? Well if you don't, you should, it's a good show. Anyway, the psychologist whose work was the basis for that show? yeah I've been reading his stuff. I really like it, but it disappoints me because it just makes me see how much artistic license the TV show took with how truly complicated it is to catch liars by monitoring their micro expressions, manipulators, word choice and body language. I also finished (in one day) a good book called "Blink". It was a psych book about the processes that go behind our ability to make snap judgments and quick decisions. I'm gonna get around to some fiction today though. A historical fiction love story, naturally.

Well momma and poppa bear Mitz are across the pond on business which means Goldilocks here has to hold down the fort and make sure everything is juuuuuuust right.

Of course, it seems everything has been total haywire chaos!

Today alone I've been dealing with:

DHL in tracking down the furs Kat bought while in Italy which were supposed to arrive last month (those were just delivered though so yay for that).The pool cover people because our pool cover won't open or close and they still haven't called me back to schedule a service call.The pool maintenance people (of course it's totally different companies) because last week our pool and hot tub were overflowing, which resulted in hundreds of gallons of water to pool on TOP of the pool cover, which resulted in Goldilocks and baby bear spending 4 hours using buckets and a shop vac to get all that water OFF the pool cover (as our submersible water pump is also broken). I've since shut everything completely off and have been leaving messages, trying to find someone, anyone, to come fix our friggen pool.The cleaning ladies. Kat and V are ordering 2 new bedroom furniture sets and giving them our old stuff (if they want it). However, Goldilocks "no hablo español" so communicating that was a challenge.Big O Tires (That's where we get our oil changes done. Everything looks great and the rear brake pads are fine! ... for now anyway. "We may need to change those on your next oil change.")I'm also a little bummed because while waiting for my oil change I had lunch at my favorite mom and pop cafe across the street. Unfortunately, the mom and pop cafe is being taken over by their kids who are re-vamping the place from a country kitchen to a sports bar and grill. Normally, I wouldn't care and would actually welcome the change but since the transition, there's been a noticeable difference in the quality of my bacon cheeseburger and fries. Today was the worst thus far.

Thus is the life of a personal assistant ;) Off to go retrieve the kid from school (and probably re-teach him whatever his godawful substitute failed to teach in math class today). :D

Normally I'm not afraid of snakes. I like them. I just don't like the poisonous ones. There's a rattlesnake infestation in our neighborhood right now. Our neighbor's dog was killed by a snake bite the other day and animal control came out and caught 3 rattlers in our other neighbor's backyard. And, oh yeah, there was one coiled up in front of my bedroom door in the garage last night!

#^@* this, I'm moving in the house until the whole "deadly snake" thing is under control.

I need to have a kitchen baking utensil intervention with Kat.

Yesterday I decided to straighten up some of the cabinets in our kitchen and discovered a plethora of glass baking dishes: 14 to be exact. Martha Stewart and Rachel Ray combined don't need that many glass baking dishes.

There are so many I can't even store them all in the same place in the kitchen They're spread out in 4 different cupboards because they won't all fit in a single cabinet.

We not only have a ton of baking dishes, we have 11 cookie sheets too. *shakes head*

In other news- the Vikings lost their first game of the season last night. V and I watched the game from the Mitz family custom made Italian leather couches, which halfway through the game V proclaimed to be "not very comfortable." They are wicked awful uncomfortable. I sipped my Diet Dr Pepper and watched the boys in purple and gold fail. Here's hoping they're just slow starters and by mid season they will have become a well oiled machine.

Gotta go- coffee's calling my name.

Thankfully, I got my phone back last night. I was sitting on the couch, eating pizza, watching TV, feeling pretty sure I was never going to see my phone again when our house phone rang and my name was on the caller ID. I have never been so excited to see my own name.

Apparently Jake found my phone on my seat in the BART train. I drove half an hour out to Antioch to pick it up and was super relieved and thankful to have it back. Couple weird things though- Jake had deleted the list of all my recent incoming and missed calls, and although I didn't ask- I was wondering why (if he had my phone since 1 am this morning) why did it take him until 7:30 at night to contact me? My first reaction (if I found someone's phone) would be to go through their contact list and look for "mom" or "home" or something and call saying that I'd found this phone. Besides, I called my phone dozens of times and I asked friends on facebook to call it as well, hoping someone would find it. Mom even texted my phone saying "you have my daughter's phone. are you kind enough to return it?" He actually called me right after that- so I'm wondering if he was maybe going to keep my phone or something and mom laid a little guilt trip on him.

Regardless, I'm happy to have my phone back-- although when I checked my AT&T account online (which keeps an up to the minute record of all outgoing phone calls) I saw Jake had called the same number in Maui...twice. Huh? WTF. Maui? And he made the first call at like, 1:30 in the afternoon. It does make me wonder what on earth he was doing with my phone all day.

I never knew it would feel so invasive to have a total stranger have complete access to everything on my phone for a day. I didn't have the lock setting on- so he could see all my pictures, e-mails, text messages, notes, calendar, contacts, everything! (Imagine how hard I laughed when I saw mom had texted me "Just saw a transvestite in Wal-Mart?!")

Now that I have my phone back I'm going to take a couple steps to insure I don't have this problem again (should I lose my phone again). I have the lock setting on my phone so you need to enter a 4 digit passcode to do anything other than make an emergency phone call on it, and after 10 failed passcode attempts, my phone will automatically erase itself. At least that way, my identity would be safe. Secondly, inside the phone case I slid a copy of my business card with the note "if found- please call" on the back and I included our house # and mom's cell.

Hopefully I learned my lesson and I will be sure to take better care of my phone when I'm out on the town. As for those phone calls to Maui- I guess when I get my next phone bill, we'll see.

Trying to stay positive- thought I'd throw this idea out there.

I've been trying to come up with a great name for my professional organizing/personal assistant business and I've been rolling around the name "Etcetera Etcetera" because the word literally means "and other things" so I think that would be an excellent name for what I would be doing.

Kathleen sent out a mass e-mail letting everyone know I'm available for odd jobs and that has gotten the business side of things kicking in my head.

I have never LOST lost my cell phone before but last night I was out in the city with a friend, celebrating a little too much and I lost my phone on the BART train.

If anyone gets a phone call from my phone because some kind soul has found it- call me at (707) 864-1087

....ughl, I JUST finished paying the thing off last week too.

First of all- I'm awesome.

Just wanted to put that out there.

In the absence of a part time job, I've been doing random tasks around the house for V. I've been doing real "handyman" type stuff too. Painting fences, fixing broken sprinklers, replacing light fixtures, ripping out dead rosebushes and replanting stuff, touching up paint in the garage, even patching drywall. I have made dozens of trips to Home Depot.

Kat told me I'm good at everything I do. Well, I don't know about that but I'll throw my best effort at it. Seriously though, I'd really rather get the Professional Organizing biz going. I need to rustle up some clients. Working on it.

Took a bike ride this morning because I've been using "I have work to do for V" as an excuse to not exercise and I don't like how tight my jeans feel right now. Off to make myself a sandwich and get back to work. (today I'm sanding and painting baseboards around the outside of the house)

I just found out my Rockstar (my favorite former speech kid, George) was camping with some friends and fell 25 feet out of a tree they were climbing. He broke his back, underwent surgery and is now in the rehab center of the hospital.

I just talked to him and I'm so glad he's okay.

That jarred me out of my pity party. My life could be so much worse right now and while yes, it is frustrating and yes, I do need to figure this out- I should thank God I have it so good.

Keep George and his family in your prayers. He's doing okay but he has a long recovery ahead of him.

lend me your ideas

Friends, I need your help.

Here are the problems I'm facing:

I want to move to Nashville but don't have the money to do it.I need a real job. Like, a grown up job that comes with benefits and "I Hate Mondays" Garfield coffee mugs. I'm done doing the "transitional" thing.I need to ensure that when I leave the family I'm working for, I do so in a way that is respectful to them and gives them time to find a replacement for me.I need a car.Ideas? Because I've applied at damn near everywhere out here to make some part time, spare $ and no one will hire me and I'm up to my ears in shit I need to pay off and I can't find jobs doing any organizing work either and I'm depressed.

On the flip side- I'm grateful I have a job and place to live. ...it's just not the right job or state but you know, baby steps.

grow my hair out

shrink my waistline

make enough $ to move to Nashvegas by this time next year

start a Professional Organizing biz

just... you know, ... just throwing that out to the Universe.

I'm gonna run to Home Depot now to replace the light fixture I broke yesterday.

...it's time to meet "After"

Here are some before/after shots of Professional Organizing work I did in Chicago, IL.

Pantry Before

After

3rd Floor Work Space (sewing room) Before

After

...With Friends

Yeah- I know I'm silly and that Words With Friends is a smartphone app which has been available for quite a while now but I just this evening jumped aboard the virtual Scrabble train and I'm totally hooked.

Seriously- if you have this app- we needs must play a game... or five. Anyway, I can't blame the app for me not blogging. What I can blame for me not blogging is going to Santa Cruz and being lazy, and doing odd jobs around the house for Vinnie.

I have been polishing shoes and painting fences and tomorrow I begin sprinkler repair... and some more fence painting. (If anyone knows the best way to get paint stains out of a concrete driveway, let me know. I tried washing it out but there's still a light stain.)

Anyway, I've been trying to get my professional organizing before and after photos from Chicago up but I've been having a hell of a time with the layout. So, give me a bit longer on that. In fact, I'll go work on that now.

...TO THE BATMOBILE!

Today I am killing time in my aunt's office before going to the airport to travel back to California. My experience with business offices and cubicles is based almost entirely on NBC's 'The Office' so I am quite surprised at the lack of shennanigans and intercubicle rivalries. But I bet if I hung around long enough with a camera crew and a confession corner in the conference room, I could dredge up some dirt, or at the very least, a tantalizing office drama over which particular type of coffee and creamer the office should have on hand.

Office life probably definitely isn't for me but the Professional Organizing is something I'm seriously looking into some more. Starting my own professional organizing biz would be bad ass. While I realize that sentence doesn't exactly speak to my professionalism and business acumen, I still think I could totally rock the whole entrepreneur thing. Spread the word- professional organizer for hire. I even have business cards (mostly so I can win free lunches).

When I get home I'll post some before/after shots of what I did in Chicago. Pretty epic if you ask me.

In other news- Jon went and redid his website. It's cool. Check it at: jonathanschneck.com

Woah this has been a whirlwind of a trip.

I've got a week of vacation left in which I'm sure I won't accomplish everything I want, but thus far I have:

spent the day at Valley Fair with friends in MN

hung out with Kelly in Morris, at the beach, and at a friends' lake side house

drove back to WI with Kelly and then to Chicago to do some organizing work

hung out with Dave and Rachel in Chicago

had my first pedicure, gyro, and Greyhound bus ride

in fact- I'm on the bus now. Wasn't sure I'd make it though. Kelly and I were having such a blast with Dave & Rachel we cut it close. I made it just in time to board. But if I had missed the bus, it would've been worth it, those two are so rad.

Tomorrow my friend Abbey is picking me up and I get to meet her son, and then it's home to help mom clean out her closet.

In related news, I'm totally loving the organizing gigs and think I want to pursue this. Good times have been had and better times are ahead.

Oh boy howdy, I am just itching to get out of here.

Tomorrow morning Colton takes off to New York for 3 weeks of summer camp, Monday morning Kat takes off for 3 weeks of traveling around Europe, and Monday evening I take off for 3 weeks of kicking it in the Midwest.

Currently I'm in the process of updating my iPhone. This always makes me nervous because there's always the chance that I'll screw something up and magically erase everything. I may, in fact, have just done so. We shall find out.

Anyway, yeah not much going on other than I'm biding my time until I'm on my way home. I have no idea what I'm going to do all day tomorrow to kill time. Any ideas?

Ok, I'm gonna figure out if my phone is okay and then I think I'm gonna hop in the pool.

PEACE!

...thirty minutes later...

Shit. Yeah, I did delete everything. Let's hope I backed up my phone properly!

It's almost 3 am, I'm in a hotel in San Francisco with Kat and Colton, and I can't sleep. So, sorry about not posting anything other than occasional twitter updates in the last month but I've been kind of 'over' the Internet. I decided to disclose a little less about my personal life online, spend less time virtually cataloging life, and more time living it. Plus my computer blows so I primary use my iPhone as my world wide web umbilical cord and blogging via iPhone is difficult. (I am doing so now so please excuse any weird spelling or font changes.)

That said- in the last month I've managed to:

1. snag a total Hottie-Mc-Hott-Stein, only to swiftly crush any real relationship potential with my overabundance of crazy (but at least I'm learning and for a few weeks it was fun)

2. chase 'Hot Safeway Clerk,' and even hang out with him a couple times before being introduced to his girlfriend- yeah that wasn't embarrassing at ALL

3. spend the weekend in an RV with the Mitz family exploring the famous Redwoods of Northern California

4. walk across the Golden Gate Bridge... and back

5. injure my: tailbone going down a slide and falling hard on my ass... twice, tibialis anterior I have absolutely no idea how, and knee- by tripping over not 1 but 2 pieces of furniture (and then spent the next week trying to convince everyone I acquired the rugburn and bruises on my knees by sheer clumsy grace and nothing nefarious) ...no one believed me.

6. spent an evening with Colton at the Santa Cruz Boardwalk and watched 'The Lost Boys' on the beach. Corey Feldman was there but I didn't get to meet him cause I spent the whole meet and greet time waiting in line for rides with Colton.

There was more, but it takes so long to type on an iPhone I forgot what it was.

Anyway, I'm really trying to grow up some more and my daily goal is to just 'be awesome'. It's easier said than done and I find myself slipping back into classic me far too often, but I'm trying to be all I can be,and all that jazz.

I'm coming home to MN in just a couple weeks and boy howdy am I looking forward to the trip. I'm hoping that damn California Girls song isn't played on every freaking radio station a few dozen times per day back home like it is here... but alas, I fear even the Midwest couldn't escape the unflinching assault that is the cheesy vapid, pointless, summer anthem of one Katy Hudson aka Perry. I apologize if you dig her but I can't stand that effing song.

...was awesome

So long story short: met an awesome guy yesterday, hung out with awesome guy this afternoon, date with awesome guy tonight.

In other news: got a haircut, brow & lip wax, and mini facial at a cosmetology school salon for $26. It took forever (nearly 4 hours to be exact) and it was a so-so job, but dude... it was $26. All things considered, I'll chalk that one up as a win.

Call me Dr. Kummrow: I told Kat I thought Colt had ringworm. Dr. confirmed my diagnosis. Perhaps I went into the wrong profession.

Those who can't do, teach. And those who can't teach, teach gym: I'm working on getting my stuff together to be a substitue teacher for the next school year. For someone who claims to hate kids, I sure do keep looking for jobs involving them.

Nashville's cup overfloweth: my future home, Nashville, TN has suffered from terrible flooding. Please send your support and prayers for those affected by this crisis.

Happy 25th Wedding anniversary to my mom and dad. This Friday they're going to be enjoying Footloose at the Chanhassen Dinner Theater courtesy of the child they conceived on their wedding night (so my mother claims).

My brother, Daniel, and his girl, Tina, were here this week so we spent a day at China beach, a day at 6 Flags, a day touring San Francisco, and a day right here in Fairfield visiting the Budweiser and Jelly Belly factories and watching Kick Ass. I'm sore pretty much everywhere, mostly due to playing chicken in the pool with the kids. A 10 year old can do a lot of damage to your neck let me tell you. I had an awesome massage yesterday though and that helped a lot.

I'm exhausted and it's late so I'm off to bed. But first! My bro messed with my iPhone wallpaper so today I went through my photo album and picked a new one. Here's my new eyePhone.

(and yes, that's my eye)

Today I decided to see a matinee and I'd been looking forward to Hot Tub Time Machine. I settled in with my small popcorn and diet coke and munched through the trailers and "please silence your cell phone" messages. Finally, opening credits, yes! War. Battle noises. Okay? "Iraq 2003"...Iraq? What the...

So I'm seriously confused at this point, but I'm not even a minute in to the movie so I figure it'll all make sense soon.

Well that's true because after this odd opening sequence the title flashes on screen "GREEN ZONE".

So I figure I'm in the wrong theater and I'm about to slink out like the idiot I so clearly am when I realize everyone else has started to get up and leave too. We all start laughing at the whole thing until the manager explains someone didn't change the reels so our movie started 1/2 an hour ago in the wrong theater and we'll have to come back later. Bummer.

Back at home I have dropped my already shattered iPhone a couple more times and some more of the glass has started to chip off and one shard in particular is bugging me. I don't want to get glass in my fingers because, (like the idiot I so clearly am) I'm still using my phone because the touch screen is functional even with the glass cracked. Well, the touch screen was functional until I managed to destroy my phone further. I still get call and texts on it, I just can't do anything.

I now own a really expensive paperweight.

But at least I called my mom before I completely demolished my phone to wish her a happy birthday. I love you mom!

only not really

I've decided to decline all the AmeriCorps positions currently on the docket. I can't justify moving somewhere I have no desire to live simply because it will be a change. This has been hard for me to pursue all these possibilities only to decide to stay exactly where I am, but through loads and loads of reflection I came to the conclusion that I'm just bored with things as they are and I just want change, any change, to shake things up.

So what is the current plan? I'm gonna have to stay put for the time being. Nothing is quite panning out in the "move to Nashville" direction so I'm going to try to be patient. Besides, I totally shattered my iphone the other day and now on top of everything else I'm trying to balance, I need to find an extra $400-$500 to upgrade to a 16 gig 3GS.

I'm also feeling totally "Bridget Jones" because I have done absolutely nothing in the diet/exercise venue and it shows. I'll get back on that.... eventually. I mean, I DO have to fit into a dress for Dan's wedding. Yikes.

In other news: there are 2 shows you NEED to watch, Big Bang Theory and Chuck. Jim Parsons and Zachary Levi make my Monday nights geektastic.

My dear friend Marissa asked me to weigh in on Tegan and Sara. Here's what I've got.

The more I explore the vast world of T&S the more I like these spunky Canadian twins. They have 6 albums and 2 EPs (one of which is a live iTunes exclusive). They also have "Back in Your Head" A Complete Collection available on iTunes. This is an album with 13 different versions of their song "Back in Your Head" (plus music video). It is a crazy challenge to release an entire album consisting of one song but somehow the versions and remixes are all so unique it works.

Through sampling all their albums I've found they have a unique and ever evolving sound. Their stunning vocals and other unusual elements keep them from being pinned to any one genre or style. Each album of theirs has its own feel and represents a different side to the duo.

My absolute favorite Tegan and Sara song is "Call it Off." The music video is so simple but powerful. I love it. Anyway, the top songs I suggest checking out (music videos linked) are:

From "The Con"

Back In Your Head

Hop a Plane

Call It Off

From "If It Was You"

Living Room

From "Under Feet Like Ours" & "This Business of Art"

Superstar

From "Sainthood"

Hell

Northshore

Sentimental Tune

These are just my faves, span most of T&S's work, and should give you a good feel for their sound and style. If you want an album recommendation, I suggest The Con or Sainthood. Those are their newest albums and either one is a good choice if you're just getting into Tegan and Sara.

For nothing really all that exciting.

Ha! And you thought I had NEWS or something!

So yeah I'm endeavoring to do more than just sit around the house all day so I may soon begin to chronicle those on here. I won't go into it all now because... I'm being lazy at the moment haha.

Anyway, Got my heart ultrasound and was told my heart is the picture of health perfection and my valves are "tight as a drum." Not a single broken piece.

Also coming up, Marissa has asked me to check out "Tegan and Sara" and let her know what I think. So I'ma gonna go do that now.

AeKg-47 Out!

I'm totally getting into this whole "volunteering to help grad students with research projects" thing.

Monday I spent half an hour with a psych student who needed to log hours using empathetic listening and question asking skills. So he sat me down and told me to talk about whatever I wanted. I gabbed about wanting to move to Nash and that my ex boyfriend is a total disappearing douche-nozzel.

Tomorrow morning I have a facial. I'm bummed that my esthetician is no longer at the salon I usually go to, but they're giving me 20% off since I had to reschedule with another chick so that's cool.

And then Friday is the EKG. I'm so jazzed to see my heart on an ultrasound. If she lets me, I'm so twittering that shit.

Oh yeah, and the dog ate my shoes. Seriously. WTF? right?

Today I took Colton down to Six Flags to break in our 2010 season passes. We hit up about 4 or 5 rides real quick. I love coasters and have never really had a problem with motion sickness on rides before... until today. When we got off the last ride I needed a bit of a sit down and just a couple minutes later I was puking into a bush. That was unpleasant... and embarrassing.

Anyway, the AmeriCorps program I was looking into in California rejected me. I wasn't too upset about that because I applied to it just as a sort of "meh, I don't know." I expect to hear from the Minnesota program sometime this week. I still don't know if I'll accept (assuming they offer). We shall see.

Also, later this week I'm helping out a couple grad students. On Friday a med student is going to do an EKG of my heart. I'm jazzed for that one. I get to see my heart! Cool!

But yeah, jumping topics like Flipper-- ADD style, Colt and I saw a dolphin show today. I love dolphins, I mean, who doesn't? The 6 Flags out here does a "swim with the dolphins" thing that I totally want to do. It costs about $150 which is a little chunk but worth it. I can't justify or afford it right now, but maybe if I stay in Cali, this fall I'll treat myself to a little dolphin swim.

For the last few weeks I have been inpatiently waiting to hear back from one of the several Tennessee AmeriCorps programs I've applied for.

Last night, out of desperation, I basically said "fuck it" and just applied for any appealing program regardless of where it was. AmeriCorps only lets you have 20 applications submitted at a time so once I'd met the limit I shut down the computer and went back to watching TV.

Today I got e-mails with 2 interview offers, a "let us know if you're still interested" offer and a "you look promising, we'll get back to you." Of course, none of those programs are where I wanted to go (i.e. Nashvegas) but they are all good programs. Now I find myself weighing options, not sure which program to commit a year of my life to. Here are the contestants thus far:

Lexington, Kentucky- non profit organization in which I would help raise community awareness of the non profit, fund raising efforts, and work with a local universityCalifornia (either L.A. area or San Francisco Bay Area)- work with after school sports programs to recruit and train volunteer coachesIndiana- work with the American Red Cross in volunteer management and increasing community awareness.St Paul, MN- manage homework center operations for the St Paul Public Library system.My top 2 right now are California and Minnesota (surprise surprise). I really really really don't want to live in Minnesota again... for a year... but that program is the one I like most so far and I'd be in St Paul as opposed to brrrrrrrrr-rural Minnesota. But, I know it doesn't really matter where in the state I am, it will be damn cold. I swore up and down I'd never live in Minnesota again. So is this just God's really great sense of humor at work?

I don't know. But I DO know I need to make a big decision. *fingers crossed that a Nashville program contacts me soon*

I've been batting around the idea of putting the blog to rest. I really like my blog and I've described in copious detail many a show going road trip of awesome proportions. Yet, I think my blog long ago ceased in serving it's dual purpose as a spigot of Relient K centered information and a snapshot of my daily life, heartbreak, and randomness for family and friends.

I really just haven't had much to say lately and I guess that makes me ponder the worth of spewing my rantings into the vast space that is the internet.

Haven't decided yet. Just because my life's been in a lull lately doesn't mean my next awesome adventure isn't just around the corner. We shall see.

...A black cat is walking by the window in front of me. Does that count as a black cat crossing my path and if so...am I in for a day of bad luck?

Nahhhh. In the words of Job (and no matter how much I complain his life was way worse than mine) "You are talking like a foolish woman. Shall we accept good from God, and not trouble?" (Job 2:10)

Okay, off to go.... do stuff. peace

but then I wasted time on the internet

and then I went for a belated birthday lunch with Kat

and then I chatted on Skype with an old Peace Corps friend

and then I wasted time on Facebook

and then I made Colton a grilled cheese sandwich

and before I knew it, it was 8 pm

I could still work out but....

I really don't want to.

P.S. 10 year old boys can eat more than their body weight in junk, I'm pretty sure.

Also, when I was home I found my old Game Boy Pocket. If I remember right, I've had this thing since I was Colton's age. I've been playing Dr. Mario non stop. Yeah, the thing is 14 years old but wow-- still works the same as it did the day I got it.

So I've been MIA but here's a great smoothie recipe I made up all by myself.... well, okay I modified one I found online based on what I found in my fridge. Bam! How's that for "good and good for you?"8 medium strawberries Cal-451/2 medium banana Cal-536oz Dannon Light & Fit Blueberry Yogurt Cal- 803/4 cup skim milk Cal-681 1/2 cup crushed ice1 tsp Vanilla extract4 Splenda packetsdump it all in a blender in whatever order you prefer and blend as long as you wish. Serves 3 at 82 calories, 2 at 123 calories, 1 at 246 calories.

So, right, I went home and spent a week with my family. I didn't get to see everyone I wanted to see or do everything I wanted to get done while I was home, but I spent a lot of time with my family and I pick that over everything else.

...smudging your fresh nail polish

What is it about wet nail polish that makes every inch of my skin urgently itch? I'm killing time before heading out to the airport for my early AM flight back home. I'm regretting the "paint my nails" idea now because I swear it's been half an hour and it still hasn't set. I know the second I let my guard down and carelessly grab something or open my suitcase I'll gouge a funky dent in the fresh paint and that will just piss me off.

Soon oh very soon I'll have a whole week at home and you have no idea how much I'm looking forward to that. I love the Mitzes but I need a break. Colton is a great kid most of the time but he has his silver spoon moments. Besides, the tenacity with which he pursues his hobbies is overwhelming. His latest obsession has been the Rubiks cube. 24/7 that multicolored square clicks and clacks away as he spins and twists it. He never solves it, he just moves everything around.

SON OF A BITCH! What'd I tell you? Just gouged my nail polish on the side of the computer.

ughl

anyway- whenever I see a completed Rubiks cube I have the urge to shuffle all the colors up again. I feel like it's a silent but effective way of saying "@#%! you and your 'accomplishment'!"

...I don't even like this color on my fingernails anyway. It looks pretty in the bottle, but it really looks like I just stuck my fingernails in baby poop green. mmm how's that for imagery?

Sorry about all the negativity. I blame Ryan...still. Kat's son Brian went with me today to pick up my dad's Christmas gift and I was reminded that Ryan had promised to help me with this task... and that reminded me that the plan HAD been for Ryan to be with me right now, getting ready for the both of us to spend a week with my family. Guess I'm still just not over it.

and I just smudged my nail polish again... on purpose this time. I'm gonna go scrape it off and try again.

Okay, so I know it's super lame that the most exciting thing in my life right now is television but... well that's just the way it is. You know, broken heart and everything. ...What? I can still use that as an excuse.

Anyway, I've gotten totally sucked into the spytastic NBC series "Chuck". Over the last 2 or 3 days I've watched all of seasons 1 and 2 and I must say, I absolutely love this damn show. If you're not familiar with it-- computer geek average guy gets a CIA super computer downloaded into his brain and hilarity ensues!

My habit has been to watch episodes right before bed though, and I'm pretty sure that's affected my sleeping subconcious because I've had lots of top secret, karate fighting, code words, guns and bombs, wire taps and planting bugs scenarios playing out in my dreams.

So yeah- T minus 7 days before I get to go home for a week. I am really looking forward to it to. Not the snow, cold, ice, dangerous roads part of it but you know, the being with people I love part makes up for that.

Okay, gonna go finish watching this episode of "Merlin" now.

This Thursday night is New Years Eve and what will I be doing? Sitting on the couch in my pajamas, chugging a bottle of champagne and cheering on that shiny ball which will mark the end of this damn year, that's what. My apologies, in advance, if I drunk dial anyone [Kelly] at 1 am and bitch about how much men suck.

Kat and Vinny are spending the holiday in Vegas (Kat has quite the stunning and out of this world dress for the night) and I'll be home with Colt and Kat's older, "home from school for the holidays" brood.

Just two weeks and I'll be celebrating my 24th birthday in Minnesota with my family and friends... also probably chugging a bottle and proclaiming, with an unsteady stance and slurred speech, that Ryan is a royal douchebag.

I'm definitely looking forward to taking a break from being nanny/maid/chef/Mitz family personal assistant/substitute mom and just slumming it at mom and dads. (Mom's gonna show me how to make salmon patties. So far her gumbo, red beans and rice, and homemade Mac & Cheese have been big hits at Chateau de Mitz.)

still sick-- bought Ingrid Michaelson music with my iTunes gift card-- slept through X-Mas dinner-- went to see Sherlock Holmes tonight-- wasn't quite what I was expecting-- really want to get better and for the next 2 weeks to go by quickly so I can see my family... holy crap I turn 24 soon.

Still not a word from Ryan.

...no Christmas miracle for me

I hate being sick. Yet again I find myself lying in bed all day, feeling yucky.

I don't blame heartache this time though.

I spent my day watching seasons 1 and 2 of True Blood. Creepy, but I still love this show. What can I say? I love vampires.

Christmas is coming real soon and I hope I'm feeling better by then . . . because with all the people that are gonna be up in this house, it's gonna be a pain in the ass to clean up.

I'm okay . . . and I'm also not okay and I think that's why I haven't been writing.

I still haven't heard from him and still have absolutely no idea why Ryan disappeared. Outwardly, I'm doing better, but I know I'm still depressed because I can't sleep at night and when I finally do nod off at 3 or 4 in the morning, I sleep until noon or later. I am looking forward to going home in January, although I am painfully reminded that Ryan was going to come home with me.

Switching gears, I took Colton to Winter Wonder Slam for his first concert ever and he had a great time. Seeing him sing along with Relient K made me so proud.

Afterward he got to meet Ethan and Jon, though Colton really wasn't all that impressed by meeting either of them and just thought it was weird when a group of kids interrupted us for Jon's autograph.

I've engrossed myself in reading and have polished off 3 books in as many days. The one I just finished was a Charlaine Harris vampire book. I have a thing for vampires. But what I don't get is this-- how come it's always a hot man vampire who falls in love with a mousey, outcast, girl? Why can't it be a bad ass chick vampire who snags the dude? Actually, Christopher Moore kind of did write that for his book "You Suck". Funny book. I recommend it. But read "Bloodsucking Fiends" first.

Anyway, yeah, that's been my life... living vicariously through the characters in books because my own life is feeling so surreal I'm convinced someone else is writing it.

That's a Green Day song which captures a little bit of how I feel right now.

It's now been over a week since I've heard anything from Ryan. He hasn't answered my calls or responded to any texts, or e-mails, so I called one last time (went to voicemail of course) and I told him how hurt, upset and confused I was about all this, how I didn't understand his disappearing act, I'm not sure I even believe his story anymore, and I just don't deserve this. I still wish I could get an explanation but I'm not expecting or waiting for one, I'm just going to pick up and move on.

If I ever see or hear from him again and there really is a good reason for the whole "dropping off the face of the earth" thing, maybe we can start over... after I've given him a right good slap across the face-- but right now, I'm just not banking on that. Come on, when I was in eastern Europe and Georgia was getting bombed by Russia, I managed to keep my family updated. This is unacceptable.

Anyway, Tuesday I'm taking Colton to Sacramento for Winter Wonder Slam which will be his first concert ever. I am far more excited about it than he is.

I want to move to Sherwood, OR just so I can live on Kummrow Ave, or I want to move to Wales, WI so I can live on Kummrow Court.

I still have a bit of a sore throat.

And, oh yeah, haven't heard from Ryan since Wednesday.

....super