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i never lose my cell phone. everything else, sure, but never my phone… until tonight. since i don’t have a land line i couldn’t simply call it and follow the very annoying ring tone. i looked for about twenty minutes until i remembered i could email it and follow the also annoying message beep. eight emails later i found it on the spiral stairs leading to my loft. i have no idea how it ended up there, because i don’t even remember going upstairs tonight. i hate turning into my mother.

at least now i can justify ordering the pearl. i’d never lose a pretty phone, because it would never be out of my sight. i wonder if it comes with a waterproof case for the shower…

i have semi healthy eating habits, excluding my massive addiction to caffeine. since i agreed to wear the world’s smallest bridesmaid dress in a couple of months i’m really going to watch what i eat for a while.

last night at the grocery store i checked to make sure i was buying products with wheat flour not bleached flour (obviously i read the south beach diet book.); i bought soy milk over “real” milk; i steered clear of frozen foods and went for the fresh veggies; i wiped away a tear and skipped the ice cream and pick up some low fat cottage cheese; i glanced fondly at the grandma sycamore’s white bread, but reached for the wheat bread with the lowest sugar content; i picked the low sodium crackers, and finally i stocked up on my multi-vitamin pills.

i felt good about my grocery outing, but then on the way home i found myself unwrapping a wedge of death, or brie cheese as the label reads, and taking a bite at the world’s longest stop light. as usual i refuse to accept any blame for my actions–this time, i blame the city.

the moral to this self deprecating story is to either start eating lunch or run every red light in the city.

i asked that one guy a mortgage related question today, to which he laughed. go figure.

“what does ‘full doc rt’ stand for? i mean i know what rt stands for in guy language, but what does it stand for in real estate language?”

i’m in a funk, understandably so–being unemployed can do that to a girl. let me clarify… i’m not in the kind of funk that turns one to retreat in a bottle of vodka and fist full of pills. so, i guess it could be worse.

conserving cash really puts a strain on my ability to function. for example i’m not been to the wine store, or even grocery shopping. the latter should not set off any alarms, as i rarely do that anyway. oh, and don’t get me started on how much i miss my soy, sugar-free hazelnut latte from sbux! playing the needs vs. want game totally sucks: i need to get the oil changed in my car, but i want these new shoes. i need to get a new battery for my ibook, but i want this cell phone.

but you know, it’s totally worth it– no more stress headaches among other physical ailments. (insert freedom quote here.)

site meter is my best friend. i love seeing where my readers are located, but even more i love to see the search words people use to find me. i found this little goodie today:

another perk of being unemployed is guilt lunches. friends who are gainfully employed feel guilty i’m not and take me on lunch outings. today’s guilt lunch was sponsored by my pal dave. so far he’s the winner because the lunch ended with take home imported chocolate. yes, i am easily pleased and there’s nothing wrong with that, nothing at all. thanks, dave!

go here to read my column for this week. it’s currently my only paying gig so enjoy!

when i tell people ben is weird they just laugh, but little do they know he really, really is! my other brother matt turned 30 last week, forcing us to drive to utah county.

hannah had a leftover birthday decoration still up: a life size cardboard princess cut out. i just had to snap this picture: not sure if he was pretending to eat the princess (which we know he does) or get under her dress. either way… WEIRD!

bob over at TWATM is one clever cat. click here to see why. as bob suggested here, i was going to log on and vote. might as well join the irony game while i’m there!

if you want to vote for best of utah, go here. (please note i’m not supporting cw, only because they’re mean.) i voted for thomas burr as best reporter, and i think you should too. why wouldn’t you, he’s cute…

i can’t decide whether to laugh at this, or be pissed. on second thought i think i’ll laugh it off, since i have enough these days to be pissed about.