I keep WANTING to blog every day, but I’m finding myself very lame lately. So now you will see my brain, exploding all over your computer. You’re welcome for the visual.

I’ve been fighting this weird sickness, so I haven’t been to the gym. Not going to the gym makes me feel like crap. So does being sick. SO, I have felt like double crap all week and been sleeping a lot. That? Is lame. My lack of weight loss in the last few weeks due to trips and illnesses and laziness? Also lame.

My play performances are in two weeks. FINALLY it’s almost over. Last night we were supposed to have a polishing rehearsal . . .polishing lines, movement, etc. Instead? As is our custom, we spent the entire rehearsal re-choreographing a number that we thought we were done with. Teaching the idiot spaghetti limbed gumby/muppet who plays my love interest a new dance? Not really possible in two hours. Asking me to teach him? Totally pisses me off and makes me like him (and others) even less. Two more weeks . . . two more weeks. LAME!

In very UN-lame news :

My Mom is back THANK JEEBUS. I talked to her last night just as they were driving into town. She said they were crusty and dirty and experienced far too much nudity from her flower-child friend who’s family joined them on the trip (um, EW) and that, in spite of a near-blindness experience with my brother (which he compared to one of those creepy dolls who closes their eyes when you lay them down, hard to explain but FUNNY), they had a wondermous time. And she’s alive and now in a place where her cell phone works. I can breathe again. And paint my house. It’s about time.

We have new neighbors! Their house is almost done (oh thank goodness, no more early morning pounding right outside our bedroom window) and we sort of love them. They are from Columbus (Go Buckeyes!) and we finally have a fun couple to hang out with. The only slightly weird part is that, while they are only about seven years older than us (well, seven years older than Matt), they have a TWENTY-TWO YEAR OLD DAUGHTER. Makes me feel like we’re getting a really late start on the whole birthing children thing. Well, for Mormons, we totally are, so I guess I can live with that. It’s still weird though!

Now, a question. I have no idea if any of my dear readers live in Phoenix, but if you do, I need SO much help. I need someone amazing to do my hair. Well, I need someone amazing who doesn’t charge me $400. Or even $200. Maybe closer to (or below) $100. Someone amazing AND amazingly cheap. See, I’m going grey. Well, not grey, WHITE. And the whole lazy hair thing isn’t working out for me and the white hairs. WE NEED HIGHLIGHTS STAT. And maybe a trim. Six months is a long, long time.

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