i love paula

i love our new apt. it's cheap, big, and in a great spot. i walked to the end of my block sunday morning before church and watched my hero run by. i was lucky bc this was the last aid station for the elites, and i knew that i would end up with paula's special water bottle.

if you don't know already, paula radcliffe happens to be the greatest marathoner of ALL TIME! and you should probably love her too.
the bottle is filled with a thick yellow mystery liquid. i had erik sample some, and when he went back for a second gulp i asked him why he would drink more. "i want super powers too," he replied. makes sense.
paula unfortunately didn't reign this year, and suffered her third marathon loss. just as many marathon losses as myself, may i add. she got fourth and cried, and it broke my heart!

hospitals are for the brainwashed

i am not brainwashed.
that being said, i've had a lousy couple of months full of doctor's appointments. after spending my precious time, money, and sanity in a clinic i am ready to no show my future reservations.
how can it be that i visit this place so often every week, and yet leave without any information? the only thing i leave with is more appointments! 3 hours of my life today, and they want 2 more tomorrow, 2 on thursday, and 4 on friday.
i went to find out what was wrong, they found some things, and then they keep said things a secret from me as though i don't have a right to know.
maybe people without insurance do not have a right to know?

i had to complain today because an incompetent crazy woman did a test on me last week with a contaminated instrument that was used on who knows how many other women that day. i'm furious and concerned about any potential diseases this beast may have given me.

one doctor was incredulous today (as usual) when i told her that i knew when i ovulated. "how could you possibly know?
i explained the components of the fertility awareness method and she just raised her eyebrows.
she's obviously needs to bone up on her lacking female reproduction facts.

someone save me from these people!!

i miss my sisters and babies

this recent picture made me want to know what my future babies will look like.
this:

plus this:

equals this:

he looks most like his daddy, but at least he has my bangs!

under the knife

remote viewing/singing

so today started out rough for me. i felt incredibly lethargic during the morning, and when i attempted to run the loop in central park, i ended up falling short around 1.89 miles. my insides ached and it felt like there was something in my eye.
i turned around and took my failing body home in the cold morning. thoughts of the impending doom facing my health overshadowed the usual optimistic thoughts: there couldn't possibly be anything wrong with me, i'm the healthiest human ever.
i sang the hills are alive in the shower, and contemplated julie andrew's loss of her ability to sing.
i went on to school, and felt incredibly weak during my lab. thankfully it ended early and i had a nice long break in between classes. i went to whole foods(which i'm 1/2-heartedly boycotting) and bought two different types of cookies to try out.
there's a barnes and noble above said store that i never go to, but today something told me to go up there to waste my remaining time. so i did.
i checked out the uninspiring issue of the october vogue, looked through books in spanish that i wanna try out, and read about korean cooking.
before i left i used the bathroom and saw a line of people sitting and waiting for a signing... a signing for julie andrews!
and then joy filled my heart. i went to class, came back to the bookstore, and recounted my singing the hills are alive in the shower that very morning to the one and only julie andrews. she was just as delighted with my story as i was.
even though she was stunning, she wasn't into people taking her picture today. so, i don't have that to entertain you with.
but, i did happen to make a new friends while waiting in line. one being, the charismatic poet and grammy winning songwriter julie gold, who happened to have a poem in the book the other julie was signing. she and her partner laura (also from illinois) told me that i'm like the daughter they never had, so we took a picture together.
and this is why i love nyc.

shame on me

i just finished failing my first physics test, and although i'm not stressed about it, i am embarrassed.
i just couldn't bring myself to study physics, because it makes me immensely uncomfortable. i don't get it, and i do not find it interesting.
my load has been so heavy with church, school, and my health. i visit taught, taught seminary, attempted to student teach, wrote papers, took tests, juice cleansed for four days, went to the doctor, watched conference, and gave a talk within the last week. i never do homework or study on sundays in an attempt to keep them holy, and sometimes i ask heavenly father to bless me like he blessed the uneducated joseph smith; to be able to magically translate and understand my physics tests. it didn't work this time.

it usually takes me a little failure at the start of each semester to motivate me into solitary scholarly pursuits. i suppose things can only go up from here.

yom kippur

marathon yesterday. talk today. no school tomorrow.
i can't wait to sleep in, get my laundry done, and build my sukkot.