Waxing and Butter

It was a nice surprise this morning when after waiting in the artic chill for five minutes (read: eternity) the bus to work had NO HEAT. I knew something was wrong when I could see my breath and that my ass was so frozen from sitting on the seat I thought I'd never be able to feel it again. It's still cold and I've been at work for about 30 minutes already. Are you kidding me? That poor bus driver! On a day like today there should be no busses allowed on the street like that. Seriously!

Another problem is that I got my first brazilian bikini wax yesterday after work and since there is no hair there or on my legs-----my lower extremities get colder faster. You wouldn't think that it would make much of a difference, but really----it TOTALLY does.

After my waxing appointment yesterday afternoon I met up with Lindsay and Beth b/c we had reservations at Butter. I was very siked for the dinner and for hanging out with them. As usual...

Food was pretty good. Our waiter kept hovering and was a little annoying and I think that Beth said something like, "I'm not really connecting with our waiter." which was right on the ball. We had wine and it was glorious.

Oh, I meant to say something yesterday on the blog but I forgot and I didn't want to edit the post after I posted it. I hate doing that. Ok, well...on Tuesday I think Annabelle called me at work b/c we were both relatively bored and she informed me that Dave---yes, asshole Dave---is moving back to the States (read: MD) with his new adorable wife. Ok, so remember that I really don't like Dave and I think he's a jerk and I could give TWO shits what he's doing but...I was secretly/publically hoping that he would stay on a different continent forever. I just don't really feel like running into him.

I also want Jake to come to Whitlows in March. I want to make it a mandate that Dave and Marie don't come, but honestly, I actually don't give a rats ass. I think it's fine and whatever. I just wanted to make sure that my readers knew about this new development.

Ok---I have to work today. I have a bunch of crap I need to take care of and I can tell that the shit is going to hit the fan today with problems. It's always when you want to have a nice relaxing day that everything goes wrong and you end up dealing with REALLY stupid people.

Love,
Lauren

Annie the Tranny and Death

I have to write about the dinner that Jess and I had on Tuesday night. She really wants me to write about it. I have to warn you though. Nothing was better than being in person. It is restaurant week and Tuesday was the first night that I actually went out to dinner. It was with jess---my restaurant week buddy. We went to this place on the west side called Cite'. Actually you shouldn't go there b/c it's not that great. I'm absolutely glad that we ended up there for the following reason: We witnessed the worst date in the history of the planet. Actually I shouldn't say that b/c I think the girl (and unfortunately the dude) were having a good time. It was really hard to tell though.

The Girl: a skinny asian/korean hooker tranny type. Let me explain. She was really bony and skinny. She had a big face that was covered with makeup and you could tell she had really bad skin under it. She was wearing lots of makeup and it looked horrible. She was not really that good at english. Again: think tranny hooker.

The Boy: Handsome, curlyish brown hair, tall, businessman, nice smile. Unexpectedly strange and a bad story teller. Good date---asks a lot of questions.

Throughout the meal Annie the Tranny (henceforth: AT) was getting more and more intoxicated. She started being more stupid and more annoying and more flirty. It was hoffiric to watch. As Jess tried to describe her---it was if she was an immature as an 8 year old child, as stupid as a retarded woman, and as arrogant as like a model. She was a ridiculous combination of personalities wrapped up into a bad date. Here are some highlights of the date (please try and imagine these quotes by her with a stereotypical Korean accent:

• "Oh---my ideal man would be a widow. Because then I wouldn't have to worry about ex-wife. No ex-wife. I also get to keep kids. The kids would be mine!"
• "I look just like my mom. we like identical."
• "I so skinny. I have 22 inch waist. I no want kids because I don't want to get fat and lose my 22 inch waist!"
• " If I have kids I gonna have c-section and then tummy tuck...they same scar...so I can keep 22 inch waist."

That is just scratching the surface. I'm not even including the time she laughed out loud as if it were a huge joke when the boy said he wouldn't take his ex-wife back. Or when the boy told a really bad story and she had some crazy comment after this. Now imagine this with a girl getting more and more drunk. Oh and she ate fois gras, which I'm totally against. WTF?!

Jess, you also have to chime in in case I forgot anything. I'm sure I did. We were eavesdropping for a long long time. We barely even talked to each other! :)

Last night was a different story. I did a whole bunch of errands that I needed to get done and vegged out. I even went to bed relatively early. It was a good day for SimplyLauren.

SAD PART:

Please resist the urge to laugh or make fun of me because what I'm about to write makes me really sad. CT and Dog died last night. Let me explain what happened. After my sister left on Sunday I noticed that the fish started acting weird. CT wasn't swimming as much and Dog resorted to hanging out in the corner all by himself. I called Petco and they told me I was over feeding them. Funny thing about that: I was following the directions on the food container! They said the fish are probably in shock. So I didn't feed them for so long. I went to petco last night and got this salt that is supposed to reduce stress and help the fish and they looked better when I went to bed and then when I woke up they were dead. Apparently you are only supposed to feed them like every other day. I'm really bummed out. I have to say that it's not my fault and that I tried really hard. I am going to purge my tank of death for a week or two. Anyway, that's what happened so don't ask me how my fish as b/c they are dead and I'm sad. :(

SHOUT OUTS:

Jessie: I don't like to write people's last names on this b/c it incriminates them and me. Instead I like to keep in simple. Jess! What's up! Be sure to tell Natalie about this blog. If she writes a comment maybe I'll even give her a shout out. It was really great chatting with you last night. Congrats on Ohio State and your scholarship too. Whoo-hoo! xo

Jake: Thanks for the morning wake up call. I think it's going to end up working out. Jim was so impressed that I was here before him. I told him that I was never going to be late again. I told that to Matt too---but he just rolled his eyes and gave me a hard time. Thanks again. Sorry if I was bitchy or rude. I seriously contemplated going back to bed after I talked to you though but I had to pee so badly that I decided against it.

Ok, time to get started on work. You know---since I get paid and everything. :)

Love,
Lauren

Spelling Bee and Mars Rover

This weekend was fantastic I think. Stephanie was up and we had a jam packed weekend full of fun and excitement and FREEZING cold weather. Let me give you the run down...

Friday

• Pick her up from the airport. It was perfect timing. We took a cab back into the city. It was snowing/sleeting on the tri-boro when we returned.
• Relaxed a bit at my apt. She saw my fish we were really hungry.
• Walked to the Italian restaurant by mi casa and ate a delicious dinner and drank good wine. I had this shrimp thing and Stephanie had lasagne. I told her about Jake---she was really supportive and excited for me. :)
• Went home, put on warmer clothes and then we went for a walk b/c we were so full. We walked down and then back up Madison avenue to look at the boutiques and all the cool stores.
• Came back home, crashed

***2am***

SHK: Lauren! Lauren! Come in here! Something's breaking! Help! Oh my god! What is that?

SL: (Running in from room) What? OMG!

SHK: I think it's a mouse. I think it's in the trap. Turn on the light and check.

SL: (turns on light) Yes, there's one in there. Ew. I'll take care of it in the morning.

****

Saturday:

• Clean up and throw away dead mouse
• Didn't really eat breakfast. Headed downtown to use up Stephanie's gift certificate to Bigelow's in the village. Bought a whole bunch of stuff we didn't need.
• Ate breakfast/drank hot chocolate at Starbucks
• Was really freezing, trying to find a place where Steph could by a hat/scarf that were warmer
• Wandered into Benetton, b/c they were having a sale. Tried on a few things. Bought a suit for $109---talk about a good deal!
• Headed uptown to Broadway---we had tickets to "The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee". Got there early and filled out this survey about being in the bee. They pick 4 people to participate in the show as spellers
• I GOT PICKED! I spelled so many words right. It was fantastic. I was on stage for about 45 minutes! Awesome.
• Talked with some of the actors after the show---stephanie and I walked over to the 6 train, hopped on it----grabbed a slice, dropped off stuff at my apt. Headed back downtown.
• We had tickets to SNL---Jeremy Piven hosting. Word. It was great. The line was long and obnoxious but once we got there is was hilarious. Amy Poehler is hysterical. Quality!
• Came home---pretty much crashed.

Sunday:

• Went to H&H while my sister took a shower and got bagels and OJ for breakfast. Ate it.
• Walked over to the Natural History Museum through Central Park. It was really cold.
• Saw the planetarium show called "Cosmic Collissions". I saw the same one when Alp came to visit in the summer. It was still really awesome.
• Then we walked around the museum a bit. Went into the gift shop---Stephanie got some cool stuff for her boys.
• Saw the IMAX movie called "Mars Rover". It was possibly the coolest movie i'd ever seen. Yes, I cried. I cried at the part when the scientists are all celebrating b/c Mars Rover (there are two by the way---Spirit and Opportunity) landed on Mars and started taking the first pictures of the planet EVER. It was so emotional. **
• Walked to Kate's paperie so that she could get invitations for Bora's bday party this weekend.
• Walked back home----stopped at bagel place again to get a sandwich. Ate it.
• Relaxed a bit. Took a cab to the airport. Dropped her off. I took a bus home.

Then later on with Jess and Viviana---after a nap----I headed out to Sutton Place to watch the Colts/Pats game. It was quite intense. I want to have sex with Tom Brady. Too bad they lost after a double digit lead! It was so upsetting to me. Oh well----Go Bears!

**feel free to make fun of me about this.**

Stephanie and I also decided that she is going to come up twice a year to hang out with her cool sister (that's me by the way).

Love,

Lauren

Soreness and Fishies

So I went to gymnastics yesterday and I didn't really experience soreness yesterday, well definitely a little bit but nothing that impared my motion. This morning though, is another story. In the middle of the night I woke up and tried to roll over and absolutly could not. I had no muscles to move whatsoever. They were all in pain and screaming at me to stay in the same place and not roll over. It was a big disaster. When my alarm went off in the morning I didn't get up b/c I couldn't physically not because I was tired.

When I walked outside to grab the bus to work I noticed that it was SNOWING. Yes, snowing. I was very unprepared for this and sort of annoyed. After you graduate high school and snow has no positive effects on your life like it once did, it becomes a burden. In New York, snow is the worst thing ever. Is sticks everywhere and then there is traffic and then the snow plows push the snow onto the sidewalk just to make my life miserable by forcing me to walk in dirty black snow with pee and dirt all mushed into it bearing the souls of the boots of thousands of New Yorkers.

Work today has been alright, with the exception of the few sneezes that I've had that have sent me into unbearable abdominal pain. I also have a hard time laughing or moving any body part.
I have neglected to eat dinner for the past two nights and it is putting my stomach in a weird mood. No lectures about unhealthiness people. I can deal just fine.

Tonight after work my sister is coming up to visit! I'm super excited. Some fun things on our agenda are:

• going out to a great italian dinner tonight, drinking wine
• going downtown to shop and walk around the village/soho
• seeing "The 25th Annual Putman County Spelling Bee" on Broadway
• going to SNL, where Jeremy Piven is the host
• and going to the plantarium, my favorite museum in all of NYC

So---I'm sorta kinda dating Jake. For those blog readers that know him but didn't know that-- I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. I just didn't want to make it some huge thing. It's very exciting. Things are going really well and I like him a lot. For the 008 girls that don't know about this development---I'm sorry you had to hear this way. I just didn't want to write an email about it. I'd rather tell you in person. But I thought that this bit of information was important to include in my blog since it's a part of my everyday life and that's what this blog is all about. I'll explain everything at our get together (which I'm really excited about by the way). I want to reassure you that he is great, amazing, and we have much different relationship than we had before---in every possible better way. Again, more details to come but you all should be happy for me b/c I'm happy. :) And for those of you that don't know him. You'll meet him one day and you'll like him. :)

The mice have resurfaced in my apartment. I put out traps with peanut butter but the little guys are somehow managing to eat the PB without getting snapped. The traps aren't even going off. I have trued a new tactic, that will hopefully work. We'll see tonight. :) Stephanie is going to be so boosted to come home to a dead mouse in a trap.

Other Items for Attention: I FINALLY purchased fish for my awesome tank. I went and got them this weekend and they are so incredibly cute. I got two goldfish types. Let me tell you a little bit about them.

CT (her name is short for Carrot Top): she is white with an orange afro and kind of fat and short. She's totally cute and I love her.

Dog: Dog is black and white spotted like a Dalmation, which is why his name is Dog. He also has some orange. He's longer and skinnier.

Dog likes to swim next to CT and sniff her butt a lot. I'm not really sure how much she actually likes it, but she is good at tolerating it b/c he is constantly doing it. CT swims really cute like moving her whole body. I love them and I hope they never die.

Ok, I took some advil and hopefully it will kick-in in a bit so I can sneeze without wanting to die.

Back to work!

TGIF!

Love,

Lauren

Karma and Crazy Day

Thank god today is Friday. This week was the first five day week that I've worked in about a month. At least it's over practically. I just have to get through today.

So you will not believe who I saw on the street yesterday as I was walking to Duane Reade?!

Diana.

W.T.F?!

Am I going to be seeing her non-stop now? Luckily I was on the phone when she walked by so I didn't have to talk to her or anything and I just kept going. *Phew* Crisis Diverted.

I started this entry at about eight am. It is now 3:20 am and I am totally ready to leave for today! What a shit show! Every idiot client that ever walked the earth decided to call today and ask for things and trade and be annoying. Anyway, finally (now the market is closed and it's 5pm) I can take a breath and get ready for Happy Hour. A much needed respite.

Have a fantastic weekend everyone.

Love,
Lauren

Lesbian Question and Accomplishments

This morning, as I was taking the raisins out of my raisin bran, which I do every morning practically---there was a mega death raisin. It was about the size of a super huge peanut m&m. What a horrible sight to see. Obviously this went into the trash. I hate raisins and the fact that my boss gets me raisin bran every morning just exacerbates the situation. But, as the old adage goes: Beggers can't be choosers.

Since my second mouse catching experience over New Years, I have to say that I've lost my trap-setting touch. Remember how hard it was for me in the beginning? Well---for the past two days I have NOT been able to set the mouse trap under my sink to save my life. It's so frustrating. So much so that I really end up having a temper tantrum of sorts and then give up. I know I have another one b/c when I actually did get it set up, the peanut butter was gone and the trap never went off. Damn this world! I will have to try again tonight maybe but I guarantee that it will result in my finger getting snapped off and screams and cussing.

OK. So I have a problem. There is this girl Diana that I met at one of the Sons of Norway events that I sponsored. She goes to NYU for like art history or something---maybe it's art preservation or something. yeah, I think it's conservation---where you have to know all this chemistry and stuff that I have no interest in learning about. Anyway, she was really nice. She also ended up being from like Rockville and going to Walter Johnson or some random shit like that. She also lived aprx. 1 block from my apt. There were a lot of weird uncommon commonalities and similarities and stuff. She also runs. OK. So we walked home from the bar that night together, exchanged numbers if we ever wanted to hang out or anything. I got a call from her about two weeks after that or so----asking if I wanted to come over and like hang out with her-- and "she's going to open a bottle of wine" or something like that. I played it for James---I know commence laughing---to see if it sounded lesbionic or anything and he said it didn't. But then like a week later I played it for Beth and she was like----"woah, shady." So, I trusted Beth over James. Obviously. So, last night as I was coming home from my lecture on Bernini I thought I saw her running. By the way she totally ran like a duck. So----then like I hear, "Lauren?" And this is our conversation:

SL: Hey, I thought that was you, but I didn't want to say anything in case it wasn't.
Diana: Yeah, how are you?
SL: I know you are running, you can keep running I know how people get about getting their runs inturrupted.
Diana: No, I can talk for a sec
SL: (crap) Sorry I never called you back. December was really busy for me.
Diana: Um, it's ok.
SL: Are you on a break from school?
Diana: Actually, this week we have this huge thing, I should actually be at school right now...
SL: Oh, well...yeah, so it was good seeing you. Take care.
Diana: We should hang out sometime.
SL: Yeah, gimmie a call.
Diana: How about Monday night? I have no school and.....(something I blocked out)
SL: Yeah, maybe I have to see.
Diana: I dunno...I just feel like....entertaining.
SL: Right. Ok, well gimmie a call. Have a good run.
Diana: Bye.

Ok, so many of you may not think that it sounds lesbionic or anything from my written portrayal, but really I get all these weird vibes from her. Do I have a "I like girls vibe" that I'm unaware of? I feel like this thing always happens to me. What should I do? I need your advice. Also, keep in mind that I really don't want to hang out with her on Monday. I have plans with Jess already so it's easy to say I'm busy, b/c it's not even a lie. But---like what if she calls again or something?! I dunno. Rock + Hard place = me in between.

Shifting gears a bit, tonight I have a conference call with the MLW directors. I'm also baking cupcakes for Tessa's bday with Sarah at mi casa afterwards. Should be a good time. I have to remember to clean up the place a bit.

Things I have to do after work:
1. Vacuum living room and bedroom
2. Do dishes
3. Clean off kitchen table
4. File things
5. Pick up prescription
6. Buy a fish/two fish*
7. Pick up contacts
8. Hide all incriminating things in my apt.

*Yes, my fish tank has been sans fish for over a month. I'm going to get some today after work I think.

Last night was an accomplishment for me. I actually put away my clothes and made a real dent in the cleaning of my living room area. Phew...just small details left today. Additionally, I have this metal shelf thing in my kitchen that holds a lot of stuff and it was built wrong. Yes, of course I built it. It was all crooked and it was REALLY starting to annoy me. So I fixed it, but not without problem. There were a few slamming parts down and times where I had to walk away, but it's finally finished and not crooked. YAY for determination!

Ok----I think I've written enough for today.

Have a great Thursday!

Love,
Lauren

Rite Aid and Game Night

Ah, last night was great. I did several amazing things that I have to tell you all about.

First is that I went to the chiropractor and he fixed my back. If you haven't noticed, I no longer have an enormous crush on my chiro. Instead, we have a very friendly relationship. He cracked my back and neck and I feel better. I want to make sure I'm all stretched out for gymnastics next week. Which can I TELL you how excited I am about that?!

I have some goals for bars by the beginning of the summer of skills I'd like to be able to do without killing myself:
1. back hip circle/clear hip circle
2. front hip circle
3. kip
4. long hang kip
5. really good giant swings---possible layout/back flip dismount
6. long hang pullover

Goals for floor:
1. round off back handspring (prob 2 in a row)
2. front tuck
3. front handspring front tuck
4. round off back whip
5. round off back handspring back tuck
6. aerial

I know that for a lot of you those mean nothing but I just wanted to write down my goals so that I could see them on paper. Get my drift?

After the chiro I headed over to the city parks pool on 54th and 1st. I joined. Listen to this deal: It's $75 for THE ENTIRE YEAR. Dude, that's pretty much what I was paying at effing NYSC PER MONTH. So I'm def quitting the gym, as I mentioned yesterday.

I'm going to go quit the gym after this lecture I'm attending at the MET after work on Bernini. For all of you that don't know who he is, he's a really famous italian baroque artist that worked mainly in Rome. He was an architect, sculptor, and a painter. Pretty much a baroque Michelangelo. He was the bomb and I'm going to hear a talk about him by this guy who is totally WASPy that I've seen talk before, but I like listening to lectures as it reminds me of being in school. I almost forgot about the lecture but luckily I wrote it down on my trusty calendar and if my wrote I mean typed, b/c it's on my computer.

Game night was a blast. I got to LB's chilled and shot the shit a little bit, and then when everyone got there we ordered chinese and then got beer. Let me tell you a little about my getting beer situation with LB. We head out to Rite Aid (you know this is important since it's in the title) to grab some beers. We get in there and walk over to the case. LB and I then proceed to have a five minute disussion about which beer we would choose: Miller Lite, Coors Light, and Bud Light. Out of those Bud light is DEF my favorite, but LB wanted to change things up---and wanted to get Coors Light. We actually decided on Miller lite since there was like a competition to win something on the box. Miller lite is gross, we should have gotten Bud Light. :) As we are walking over to the register it started to wreak ok BO. It was then that LB and I noticed that there were about three people there that were "special" adults.

Characters:
I will refer to them as Helen, Jack, and Martin.
Strange Man in Line will be SML.
Cashier Lady will be CL.

Thanks. This is how the conversation unfolded..

Helen: Hey you know what movie I saw? Brokeback Mountain.
SML: How did you like it?
Helen: It was good.
SML: Would you recommend it?
Helen: Yes, it was good.
SML: Was it a dirty movie?
Helen: No, not that dirty. There aren't dirty party, not really.
Martin: Hey, someone go get me a box of that raisin bran. Helen...go get it.
Helen: Ok.
SL/LB: Laughing
SML: You guys think Brokeback Mountain is funny?
SL: No...*snicker*
SML: You know---you should see "History of Vengeance" it's on HBO on demand. You can watch so many movies for free on demand.
*SL moves to the counter to pay for beer and LB going to ATM machine, leaving SL alone with these freaks*
CL: Please can I see your ID.
SL: Yeah, no prob.
CL: This is not you.
SL: Yeah, it is. Really I swear.
CL: No, it doesn't look anything like you.
SL: I have more ID's with pictures on them. Here look
*SL shows her work ID and this other ID from the rec center with my picture*
CL: I don't understand. This one doesn't look like this one, and this one doesn't look like you at all!
SL: Lady, Obviously these are me. I look EXACTLY like them.
CL: Ok, I guess I believe you.
SL: Get me the hell out of here.

The End.
It's much funnier if I do voices.

I need to stop for today. I'm tired and need to leave work soon.

Love,
Lauren

Working Out and Bludgeoning

So, trying not to stress out about the lack of postings I'm going to slowly regain my momentum in blogging. Seriously though people, the no postings have really been stressing me out and causing me lack of sleep. Well not really the sleep part but you get my drift.

I'm totally starting a new workout routine. Since I pretty much never go to the gym. And by never I mean never---I was seriously thinking about cancelling my membership. I have a hard time doing this b/c it's like---maybe one day I'll wake up and want to go to the gym but then I can't go b/c I'm not a member anymore. Seeing as this has not yet happened in the past six months, I don't consider it an emminent threat to me cancelling. I was going to quit and then join Asphalt Green, this really nice swimming complex not to far from mi casa. However, the cost of the god forsaken pool ONLY, not even including the gym, is like more than my gym membership. For those of you that are wondering, yes there is a pool at NYSC, but it's not regulation size so i get really dizzy doing so many flip turns and everything. I'm not 100% opposed to the small pool but it would have been nice to swim in a real life olympic sized/at the very least, a 25 yd. pool. *sigh*. I'm keeping my gym membership. Also----I'm starting a new endeavor. if by new I mean rekindled. I'm going to start doing gymnastics again. I'm not going to start with floor b/c we all remember what happened when I tried to move the next day---right, I couldn't. So, instead I'm going to take the aparatus class on Wednesday nights, where I can work on bars. I bought grips and I'm so ready to be jacked. This isn't just another Lauren pipe dream. I'm actually going to stick to this. I forked out 35 bucks for the grips so you better believe I'm going to be using them. Also, I figure that I can take the tumbling class whenever I want if I decide to do so. I think that it will be good. I also know that I can re-learn a lot of the skills that I was doing when I quit gymnastics those 12 years ago. So. very exciting for me.

I told Charlie that he would make the blog this week and I'm not going to let him down on my promise. For a fact though, he doesn't even read this thing. This is a testament to how much I love you anyway Charlie. So---this story is not for the faint hearted. Whatever that means. It's about Charlie assasinating a rat that lived in his house on Capitol Hill. First things first: in my little mind, I've always associated mice for living inside and rats for living outside. This incident clearly shattered my world view of these vermin. Charlie had rats INSIDE. Gross right? Well---he and his housemates decided they needed to do something about it and so they set traps. Rate snap traps are REALLy huge compared to the little mice ones that I use in my apt. Charlie had set it up perpendicular to the cabinets on the floor. So much so that when the trap snapped down, it would clip the side of the cabinet. He obviously didn't realize this until.....

He was upstairs and heard the trap snap. He came downstairs and saw all this blood, and also this rat. The rat was stunned, but he was laying down. Charlie knew that he wasn't dead though. All of a sudden, the rat got up and looked him. Charlie didn't know what to do! He did the first thing he thought of. He went into the closet, grabbed the vacuum attachment that is that metal pole thing and bludgeoned the rat to death. Yes, Charlie murdered a rat in his kitchen. Blood spraying all over and Charlie looks like he just had a blood bath. It's a miracle he didn't contract some infectious disease.*

So---I thought my vermin killing expeditions were exciting. That takes the cake C-Diddy.

SAIL: This program was a success. It was a crazy busy say on Saturday but so many kids came and the schedule worked out really well. I, however was so exhausted after the whole thing was over b/c I had stayed up so late on Friday night getting ready with Ron. Ron, thanks for punching all those buttons for me. They looked great. Yay! SAIL is over.

The WCM was also really productive. Jackie and I got a lot of really good ideas from our staff and I'm very excited about working everything out with her. All the directors have a call on Thursday evening to discuss the summer and the schedule and get everything hammered out. I can't believe that we are starting everything already. So exciting!

Today is going alright. I got a lot of work done this morning and I'm feeling relatively productive, hence the new blogging expedition. I feel likt 2007 is going to be a great year. Don't you?

Tonight is Game Night at 238. We are playing Apples to Apples I think. Game Night is a new tradition coveted by the members of 238 and Lago, Karen, me and Bethy. We order/cook food and drink alcoholic beverages and then play some game. Last week we played pop-culture trivial pursuit and I was horribld at it. Beth, shockingly, was excellent. It's going to be great!

Please leave comments about possible future entries, etc. I'm going to be more a readers blogger from now on. Disregard previous statment. I don't even know what it really means.

Have a fantastic Tuesday!

Love,
Lauren


*the last few sentences are a bit of a hyperbole.