No Reason To Sleep

I have completely been soaking up the free time I've been enjoying this Saturday:

1. Got off work early

2. Ran

3. Cleaned the house

4. And everything after that consisted of pure laziness! Watching movies of romance, action, sadness....snippits of movies, entire movies, half and half. My thumb has become quite attached to the clicky button, flipping through the channels. And I've loved every minute of it. 

And now its 12:34 AM and I can't seem to get my body to feel "sleepy." Next thing I know, I'm reading blogs, blogging myself, facebooking, emailing... You'd think I'd be tired since I worked past midnight last night, only to wake up for work the next morning!  I guess I've just been enjoying the girly movies and relaxation too much! Peace out.

Like, totally!

How funny is it, like, that every American girl cannot say, like, an entire sentence without the word "like"?

Like, when I start, like, listening to how many times a girl says "like" in her sentence, I begin, like, to ignore the actual message of what she's, like, trying to communicate, like!

Ok, so I was being sarcastic and poking fun at girls who do this. Even boys do this. But did I get my message across?

Today in my Anthropology 101 class, a girl said "like" every other word in her sch-peal about gender roles.. "Like gender roles are, like, culturally determined, but like, what if like it was more innate, like....like....like..." For me, the credibility of her idea plummeted drastically. Even the T.A. wasn't really following what she was saying since she asked, "I'm sorry, what are you arguing?" All I could think was that she could be equally just as distracted and in awe of this girl's use of the word "like."

An article from Vanity Fair talks about how women and men have used "you know" and "like" in their sentences as filler words to spice up an otherwise "lame sentence." I agree! V.F. critiques Caroline Kennedy for repeatedly using the phrase "you know" more than 200 times in one of her interviews with New York Daily News. When asked if the Bush tax cuts should be repealed, she responded:

“Well, you know, that’s something, obviously, that, you know, in principle and in the campaign, you know, I think that, um, the tax cuts, you know, were expiring and needed to be repealed.”

It further goes on to say that in her attempts to become a senator, she reduced herself to middle-class and middle-age because her vocabulary lacked to represent her as a credible candidate for the Senate.

Moral of the story?
Get, like, a bigger vocabulary!

An answer to my prayers

So I finally found someone to buy my Gold's Gym membership. Well, they found me. For months I have relentlessly posted ads on Craigslist, KSL, and Facebook asking...no, practically begging people to buy my contract. I prayed many times, everyday, every month for this to happen. And it finally has. A big thank you to Mikaela.

Reasons why I don't like Gold's Gym:
1. They trick you into getting a contract (poor innocent me at the clutches of those schemers!) That salesmen got me and my friend good. And he made all sorts of claims that ended up not being true in the end. Like he said to transfer my contract to someone else wouldn't cost me a thing. LIE. He said that I could freeze my account at no additional charge. LIE. I mean, come on! How low do you have to go?!
2. It is INCREDIBLY hard to get out of their contracts. You have to either find someone to take over it and pay $100 for the transfer fee. OR I prove that I'm moving out of the state and pay $100. They told me that if I was moving home to live with my parents, I'd have to have my name put on the bills to prove I was living there. LAME.
3. Creeper bros hitting on me when I'm CLEARLY only there to work out. I mean, I have my headphones in my ears which translates to "Leave me alone, I don't want to talk to anyone but work out and listen to my music." They obviously never got that memo.

What I learned from my experience with Gold's Gym:
1. Never trust a salesmen at face value.
2. Read the contract through and through. No skimming!
3. Wear a ring on my finger to keep the bros away. Now that I'm married, that shouldn't be a problem...Oh wait...at work they don't get it either! That's another story....

Little Miss Betty Crocker--Getz version

Before getting married, Max always told me that I needed to gain confidence in the kitchen. I always shied away from cooking--especially in the house he lived in. I could barely stand being in there, it was so filthy! Now, I know I played the "I'm not a good cook" card many times, but really...I was handicapping myself by doing so.

First of all, I know I can cook.
Why?
Because I can follow directions.

Now that I'm married, I've made it a goal to be my own "Julia." I cooked up a tasty, flavorful salmon paired with colorful, salted vegetables the other day. It just melted in my mouth. I'm thinking that was a pretty successful meal and Max was happy with my work.

I've even got the ingredients and made the mix to my FAVORITE pancake mix ever. You don't know the meaning of what a good pancake is until you've had these. And again, Max was loving it too.

So I went from making these yummy foods, to making cheesecake from a box. But hey, it was so good. I'm on a roll with the baking and cooking, yeah? As far as I'm concerned, there's nothing wrong with cooking from a box if it's fast, efficient, and delicious!Last night, I told Max that I wanted to cook a lobster. Let's just say he supported that ambition.

So...In my hopes of becoming my own version of the Betty Crocker's and Julia Child's out there, I'm going for it!

i must be bored

I deleted my blog.

And then I created a new one.

For some reason, I can't just NOT blog.