Your brain helps you make decisions...

(note: in order to keep with my "every title a song" idea, this is a song Liz Lemon apparently sang in her elementary school play... still counts, right?)

I feel like taking the famous Jessie Spano (Saved By The Bell) “I’m So Excited” incident to a new level by the same level of breaking down, but changing the words to say “I’m undecided! I’m undecided… I’m so… scared.” (Where is my Zach Morris to help me out of this one and take away my “caffeine pills?”)

For someone who is so good at making plans lists, apparently I suck at decisions. I feel like I’m at a cross-roads. But it’s a stupid cross-roads because I know that down the road, all paths lead to the same place (Rome?). Still, I am unable to decide how to get there.



Let’s take for example: Lunch today. I’m hungry. The place I want to get to is called “satisfied.” Now, I had some dental work done yesterday so I don’t want to eat a sandwich, and am eating alone so nothing too fancy, but have no real other guidelines.

I stopped at no less than FOUR eating establishments today. San Francisco Sour Dough Pizza seemed like too many calories, Barbacoa, I remembered (after I’d been in line about 3 minutes) is not very good, Beehive Tea Room takes for freaking ever to order (but looks adorable for eating another day!)… and finally I decided on New York Subs. Because they had a good “Summer Salad.”

But then I remembered (after I was already in-line for said salad purchase) that a salad will keep me full for about 45 minutes. So I decided on a cookie. But there were no cookies in my route back to my office. In fact, they are all the other direction. Luckily for me, only 2.5 blocks out of the way (that’s over ½ mile round-trip) is my favorite waffle establishment.

All-in-all, I had a summer salad and waffle (with crème anglaise and strawberries) for lunch, and walked just about a mile and a half in cute (but not comfortable) new shoes. And all because I couldn’t decide on what I wanted to eat for lunch.



PLEASE NOTE: I really did make a very ugly map-drawing of my quest today, which covered more than 11 Salt Lake Downtown Blocks but it was in the wrong program to upload, apparently... jerks...

Now fast-forward to something important… like when I’m going to move to Georgia, and you can see that I’d have a problem (or 8). Do I leave when my husband does and then not see him for a month? Do I take a vacation from work to move him out? Do I move after that month? Do I move after Christmas to save money and spend the holidays with the family? (Do they have Belgian Waffles in Georgia?)

No idea what I’ll decide. And at the end of the day, my husband and I will be living in Fort Benning, Georgia. But the route is a little sketchy.

Random things for today:
1) Waffle place has a new sandwich (so it’s now waffles, frites, and a sandwich!) It’s called the Machine Gun… doesn’t instill a lot of confidence, but I can’t say I’ve ever had anything bad there… so maybe next time. And on a more direct route.

2) Becky’s wedding was this weekend. It was BEAUTIFUL! I’ll post a pic or two when I find cute ones. Also, this was the first time (EVER) that I’ve worn a strapless dress. I’m not sure I’ll do it again (it’s not that flattering…) but it was an experience.

3) My neice is getting married. HOLY CRAP. How am I old enough for this? Did I not just get married myself?


4) You know you’ve reached a new personal low when you start calling the person in the next office over. No wonder Americans are so overweight.

and let's face it, who isn't less fortunate than I?

I forgot my phone today. And I feel naked, and out of touch (because I get SO many texts during the day... except usually none). It's really appalling, actually. That I'm so addicted. And the worst part is this: I still have a phone. I have an iPhone I use for work (have I mentioned on el blog that I LOVE LOVE LOVE my iPhone? Because I totally do). So if I were stranded on the side of the road, I could call someone for help. No, I'm just addicted to knowing I can call or text anyone in my phone, and get calls and texts from them.

(man, this is even worse than when I worked in a building you couldn't take your cell phone into...)

In my defense, I'm not going to be home until like 9 tonight, so that's even more hours to be worried about, during hours of the day I actually DO get phone calls...

Anyway, I have decided to make a list of reasons to be happy today, despite the phone-misplacement. And despite how horrible all these pictures look. Anyway, come along with me on this journey.


- new shoes. And new shoes I got a bargain on. And they're cute.

- I'm getting my hair cut tonight. Let's see... last time I got my hair cut or colored was... like... forever? 18 weeks. Wow. Luckily for everyone, my hair is currently my natural hair color (plus some highlights) so it doesn't currently look horrible. But I'm looking forward to having about 3 inches worth of crap on the end cut off. (as you can see by the picture, I did my traditional "someone else is doing my hair today" and let it go however it wanted this morning... which apparently was "ugly." Again.)




- Italian Ice cart. Just one short block from my office is a cart on the street selling zero-Weight-Watchers-Points Italian Ice. It's wonderful, and I have bargained with the girls there to make up a new size for myself. Instead of being $3 for a small (3 scoops) they now give me 1 scoop for $1. That's including tax. YUM.

- Sur la Table. In planning a bridal shower for Becks, I have started going to Sur la Table a lot... to look at the kitchen, to admire the incredibly expensive kitchenware. to drool. Sur la Table is my Tiffany's. (as in breakfast at)



- Road Trip. I love road trips. and Matt and I are going on our first one this weekend. And it'll be my longest road trip ever. Luckily for Matt, I have pre-planned activities to make it bearable (mostly books on tape and leaving at like 4am). And luckily for us, we get to have an Open House to finish out our wedding festivities. Win/Win/Win.

I have no road trip picture, but to make up for it, I give you a picture of an ACTUAL dress I saw THIS WEEK at Target. Seriously?


If you're under the age of 23, or wondering for some other reason why this is horrible, here is a picture of the last ghetto 80's prom.



Do you SEE the problem?

Anyway, lots of reasons to be happy today, don't you agree?