This Crazy Little Thing Called....Life

I am amazed at how busy life can get. Its kind of ridiculous when you realize on a Wednesday that you have no free time until the next Monday. Don't get me wrong I love staying busy and having things to do, but a girl needs a break. A break that her body forces her to take by feeling sick. Dumb stomach. So after a night filled of homework and a morning filled with presentations- my stomach rejected me. Luckily work is slow and so it was okay for me to take the day off. So I am home. Soon to be sleeping and trying to get my body to forgive me.

As I was walking home I realized I am very irrational when I feel sick. Aka when at the top of stairs and not wanting to have to walk down them I considered the option of just falling down them, thinking that it would be a lot faster than walking. Dont worry I realized the severe pain it would cause, and that walking down them wouldn't take that long. Second irrational thought. I was walking past an open roofed jeep and had the urge to hid everything in their car. Who does that? Don't worry my mischievous nature was subdued by my morals and the fact that I just wanted to get home.

Moral of the story. Ellie is ridiculous when she feels sick. Beware.

EFY anxiety much?

 

It has started. The EFY dreams. I remember waking up all throughout the night thinking that a meeting was going on in my room and being very worried that I was missing something, and the fact that there were boys in my room and i was wearing too short of shorts. I wish I could say this was a one time occurrence, but unfortunately it was very VERY repetitive. 

Recently- I have had some slight anxiety about this summer. One fact being that I get back from London on the 10th and I'm technically supposed to be in Minnesota on the 9th, and also the fact that I have no idea what im doing. Not a clue. No worries, I am still excited- and will learn what im doing at training on friday and saturday- 

Side note: saturday is the death of me- rex lee run, dancesport, mountain west tournament, bridal shower, seminar...will i go to any? no. i have training. (while i could miss part of it, that whole having no clue what im doing thing makes it very appealing not to miss any part)

So what is the point of all this random rambling? The best dream ever. or worst. one of the two. It was thursday night. I went to sleep. It was grand. Oh hello efy world, its been awhile. So there I am at a variety show and I feel as though i had taken the place of a much more competent ellie. You know when you realize you know nothing but everyone thinks you know what is going on. So instead of figuring out my BC duties I instead sat down by a participant and made them my instant friend. So there I am cheering for the variety show- all the other BC's are not very happy with me- when suddenly three boys on stage are missing shirts. soo not allowed at efy. how does ellie solve the problem.

another side note is needed: at efy you cant have holes in your jeans. so we have duct tape to cover said holes. its great.

so how i solved the problem. i used duct tape. Yep i duct taped the boys until they were modest. good call ellie, good call. lets just hope i get my problem solving skills in check before june.

Skiing- two "i"s two times

Skiing with the family circa 1994

I wouldn't consider myself an avid skiier by any means, even though I learned how to ski at the young age of four. I still remember wearing a harness so my dad could make sure I didn't run into a tree. The day I graduated from that thing was a glorious day! Unfortunately I have yet to perfect my form and or skill because it a very expensive hobby to have. But i have a very VERY loving father who takes me skiing when he is in town. Hello monday. We relived the glory days. In the morning it was just Bill and I, which was so wonderful. The ski lift is a perfect place for story time and heart to hearts. And the mountain is a perfect place to ski your pops to the ground. Minus the fact that he is the most amazing skiier I have ever seen. Seriously, his form. sickening.

Side note. but on topic. Saturday i went on a run. makes sense if you are training for a marathon. but unfortunately i have been slacking majorly in running. time just gets filled so quickly that running has to take a backseat. but saturday morning was dedicated to running. I woke up bright and early, got on my running garb, laced up my shoes, opened the front door...and hello snow! but did it stop me, no sir. I was meeting Kelsey to run, and I wasnt about to bail. So off i went into the snow and slush i went. Kelsey and I had a lovely run avoiding puddles and talking (thats the best part of running- with people- you have someone to talk to) and five miles later we were back at her apartment. But i was in the groove. I find the first 3 are the worst, but once you pass that you can go forever. So i kept going. and going. and going. until my feet were so wet that i could hear the sloshing in my shoes. GROSS. so I came home. The final mileage. 10.5. i only have to do that approximately 2.6 more times and im at a marathon.

Example of the awful slush- look at how disgusting. no bueno.

Now how does this have to relate to skiing at all you ask. Well I luckily wasnt sore saturday or sunday. or even on monday. Until i was skiing down the hill. holy moly. no bueno. but it wasnt awful, and was still a wonderful day of skiing with the pops. Oh yes and then we went back that night. two times. one day. wondrous.

embarrassing moment. we get to the ski hill and i go to put on my snow pants. oh no worries i left them home. who forgets their snow pants skiing. thats right folks. miss ellie hall.