Pros and Cons

Trey has already left for the summer in Philadelphia and I don't leave until May 5th, which means lots of alone time spent with Walter.

I was thinking that there are some upsides to having your husband out of town. For example, I can stay up as late as I want. If it were up to Trey, we'd be in bed by 10:30 at the latest. When I'm in charge, it's never before midnight.

Next, I never have to worry about the toilet seat position. It's always right where I want it...down.

I also don't have to feel guilty about eating cereal for dinner. I cook for one reason only...Trey. If it weren't for him, I'd spend a max of 5 minutes in the kitchen preparing either my cereal or my ham sandwich.

And lastly, a nice little bonus with having Trey out of town is that I get to drive his car while he's gone. I know I drive it faster than he does. Sometimes I tell him he doesn't deserve to drive the car he does because he doesn't take advantage of what it can do and therefore, we should switch cars. I have yet to win that argument.

There are also some major downsides to having your husband out of town and being alone in a big house. One came about the other night as I tried to open a new bottle of Odwalla juice. That lid was not budging and it's doesn't help that I am the biggest wuss when it comes to opening lids. Where was Trey when I needed him?

Whenever Trey leaves, Walter takes it upon himself to become the man of the house. He never barks at night when he hears outside noises while Trey is home, but the second he leaves, Walter gets ultra protective. The 6lb dog is not protecting anything and I miss the real man of the house.

One reason I stay up late when Trey is gone is to watch all my scary shows. The only problem with this is that I'm terrified by the time I need to go to sleep. This happens on a regular basis and you'd think I'd be smart enough to stop, but I'm not. If Trey were here, I would not be scared. Oh well.

In sadder news, I am iPhoneless until next Monday. I feel lost.

Rough Week

Last week my friend Becca and I flew to Philadelphia to find our apartments for the summer, which was going just fine until about 4 hours before our flight left on the last day there. We were stopped at a stoplight and a Gospel Choir tour bus from Michigan was in front of us and just decided to back up, right into my little micromachine of a rental car. Not cool. We had to wait around with the bus driver and police officer for over an hour while he wrote up the police report and then another hour and a half waiting to be towed. We got to the airport with just enough time to spare and luckily got dropped off at the wrong terminal so we had to run about 1/4 mile with our heavy bags. That was easily the most exercise I've gotten in quite a while. Here's a picture of the damage to the rental. I really wish I would've gotten a picture of the beautiful bus driver named Norma wearing a Detroit Tigers jersey with a permed mullet, long nose hairs and a beard to go with it, smoking cigarette after cigarette while we waited. I miss her already.
We got home Thursday night at 12:30am (so technically Friday morning) and I had to leave for Vegas about 12 hours later to meet up with Trey. That night BYU lost their game so we drove home the next day and hit the worst snow storm I've ever been in. Unfortunately, we were in the worst car possible and eventually our tires wouldn't even grip anymore. Guys tried to push us, but finally gave up when a cop showed up and called a tow truck. We waited for over two hours in our car off to the side of the freeway for the truck to come. When he finally showed up, he told us he had to go pull someone out of a ditch real quick but would be back shortly. An hour later, he came to our rescue, but couldn't pick up our car because he already had one. So he dropped us off at our hotel (which is a miracle in itself because all hotels were booked and they opened up a church for people to sleep at) and told us he'd go get our car and bring it to the hotel. After waiting two more hours in the hotel room (which had no hot water) our car arrived. We eventually made it home safely the next day. When we waited in the car for the tow, all we had to eat for dinner was donuts, cheetos and red bull...so heathly. Here's Trey having the time of his life...
The details of these stories could go on forever but I summarized big time. I'm very glad last week is over and don't want to go on vacation for a long time now. I could, however, use a spa treatment pronto.

Avatar on Ice

I know the Olympics are over, but did anyone else think the girl (Meryl Davis) from the USA team looked like an Avatar on Ice?

Pawned off

I am uninspired by last night's ridiculous episode and I have more important things to do, like pack for Arizona and run a basketball league tonight. Plus, all that comes to mind when I recall the episode is Jake dancing on the streets of St. Lucia with Gia. Took me back to some strange Mexican Middle School moves. If you want to be entertained by someone else's commentary (which is scarily my identical thoughts), read this.

I can't wait for this season to be over.

Jake your tears are fake

Who else was extremely disappointed with last night's episode? For me, it was lacking in the drama that The Bachelor is typically used to so they ended up focusing all their air time on Ali's weeping and wailing. Once upon a time I liked Ali. Now I hate her. The end. In the beginning, Ali was in my top 2. I thought I had good judgment, but after watching her last night I have lost all credibility. I used to think she was pretty. Now all I see is bean teeth, a witch nose, and messy ponytails. Poor girl lost respect that took her weeks to earn in less than 5 minutes. I feel like she came to Jake with her ultimatum hoping he would beg her to stay. Why are the producers allowing this Ed/Jillian repeat? Been there, done that. But please, Ali, do not come back like Ed did.

First home date...Gia. Is her brother a Jersey Shore guido or what? And her poor mother with that intuition that is going to prove to be dead wrong next Monday. Sorry mama Gia but you're a bit off just like your Taro cards. Who else thinks Gia and Ellen Pompeo could be sisters of a different ethnicity? It's that creepy joker mouth. My final observation of Gia...save the cheesy lines with Jake for a 1990's Meg Ryan movie...ie: "Ever been kissed on a stoop?...No...Should we change that?" or "Is it okay to fall?" Sure, if I can kick you while you're down there.

Tenley is easily my pick for Jake and I'd be surprised if anybody disagrees with me. There really isn't much competition at this point. They are both just so nice. Tenley would make a better Relief Society President than I ever would, I'm pretty sure of that. If only we could just erase that awkward dance she choreographed for Jake.

Vienna Vienna Vienna. What can I say about you? Maybe that I think you're a tranny. Or that your hair extensions look ridiculous. Or that you would not have made it past the first rose ceremony if I was the bachelor. Or that you put out more than any other girl, which might be the reason you're still here. In short, I don't like you. I didn't like Jillian either though and Jake was in love with her.

As much as I love the Bachelor, I'm almost ready for this season to be over so we can start a new one. If Michelle was still here, I might be more into it. She was great, wasn't she?

Talk to Me

I went back and read a few of my old Bachelor blogs and it made me feel kinda sad (and a little pathetic) that I'm not doing it this time around. Cause you know I'm watching. Are you? How do you feel? Hating Vienna yet? Do tell.

And A Happy New Year!!