Alright people. My hands and unfortunately, mouth smell like onions right now. Not suuuuper cool. I wish they were a little less potent in the days after ingestion. I just had a burger. I was supposed to get a salmon burger but it was actually labeled incorrectly. Most of our sandwiches were. Every Tuesday and Thursday we get food at work. That's where I usually eat my main meal of the day. I think my mission ruined me at making food. I never feel like doing it anymore.
I'm currently back at not eating burritos. After a year of just burritos, I'd say it's about time to switch it up. So I've gone over to smoothies. They're so easy and fast. I just don't have a lot of time to make food. Today I actually need to go to the store for some food. I currently have spinach, yogurt, cheese, and milk in my fridge at home.
I bought a baseball glove a couple weeks ago for $65 at Sports Authority. Then I took it back because I decided that was a lot to spend on a baseball glove. So I am still thinking about it, but all I've bought is soccer stuff thus far. I play soccer on Wednesday nights still so that makes more sense than a glove for when I play baseball (never). However, I did go to six or so A's games out here this summer, so I've had good reason to think about baseball. The Giants made it to the World Series. Good job Giants.
I bought this hair stuff a couple weeks ago. It's called IT'S A 10 TEN - MIRACLE LEAVE IN PRODUCT. I don't know if it's a Miracle product, but it keeps my hair from having hundreds of flyaways and detangles quite well. It's a little bit expensive, but you don't use a lot and if you have that problem with your hair I would recommend that stuff. My hair definitely feels healthier lately. It's also getting longer, weirdly enough. Go hair go.
To all of the mothers I know..and to some I don't know, good job. I am always grateful that I don't have children when I read your emails even though your children are precious and wonderful. I know it's hard to be a mom. I'm working towards that life, but honestly, I am doing the Arsenio Hall "Woo woo" for you every day and your classic endeavors. Good job.
In other news, I'm pretty sure I'm getting a cold since everyone I know has one. Boo. Not excited about that business. An onion cold no less. It's not going to be pretty. I just washed my sheets yesterday- my one consolation since that's about the greatest thing in the world-clean sheets. I should probably get some new clothes/shoes since I haven't really bought anything for a year, since Bonnie took me out to not be a clothing loser. I'll maybe do that laaaater.
As an old lady in attendance of a singles ward, I am going to a Halloween dance Friday night. I do not know yet what I want to dress as, but I should figure that out, since today is Tuesday. I've got a lot of people asking me about this important life choice, so I don't want to mess it up. I'd go matchy with my boyfriend, but I think it's a little fresh to be that cutesy. I don't want anyone to throw up on my costume.
I still work at the same place I have been working at for a year. I'm the office manager at a place called ConnecTV. One day I will quit and work somewhere else that appreciates my college education. Today is not that day.
Boys. Menfolk..I just got a boyfriend. You all know how I am- totally nervous about relationships. Well, this guy is named Charles. He's in my ward, he's my home teacher. He asked me out twice about 4 months ago. We had fun but he didn't ask me out again and I knew he was asking a couple girls out in the ward at the same time. Weirdly enough, when he asked me out the first time, I'd never even thought about him as a dating possibility but at his house I had a really intense attraction to him. It actually kind of weirded me out.
So a couple weeks ago I sat by him on the futon during a movie at my house. He decided that was a pretty good sign that I was interested. I wasn't. He asked me out twice. I told him I couldn't date him b/c I didn't want my roomie to be weird about it. He comes over to hang out at our house and I didn't want to ruin any dynamics we already had. My roomie then told him I was crazy and was making excuses.
So he asked me out again and he kissed me. He's 23, served his mission in Spain, and wears toe shoes. Then he asked me what our status was. He actually asked if he could tell the Elders Quorum in our ward. It was a joke, but I was like, Uhhhh, no. So he told my friend Stacy the next day he probably wouldn't ask me out anymore. And I was like "What?" It actually made me really sad. I just needed some time to get used to the idea. You know?
So I texted him and was like "What the heck Charles?" So we had a text conversation about our status. Cleared some stuff up. That was last Wednesday. Friday we had a talk. I decided I should probably stop hemming and hawing about dating. I had a couple experiences this year that reminded me I'm not getting any younger, but I'm still really skittish with guys and exclusive dating. Instead of pretending we're not exclusive for a month and then telling people, I decided to just tell everyone we are exclusive right off.
So we held hands at church. Now our whole ward knows. Now you know. It's new. It freaks me out still, but I like him. He's really smart, interesting, and attractive. He plays soccer on Wed with all the people I play with and he's pretty good. He's going to school to be a rocket scientist. That's another 10 years of school. Right now he's going to school for free since his father is a disabled veteran. He's also really good at physics. Go figure.
Uh, yeah. That's all. I told him I usually date people for three months. At least he knows what he's up against. I wasn't telling him we would only date three months, I just told him that was my max thus far. He's the guy in the pic with the striped shirt. Sorry, not a big picture. I am really excited it's fall because I love the fall and all it entails. Lots of people seem to have started dating lately. I'm glad I've been put on the list.
So I guess that's one or two sentences about what I've been up to. Word. Love you so much. Love, Merilee