This could be the best day of my life aside from various break ups.... no this is still the best day of my life. I was reunited with...my stuff! It has been in Utah in storage for 4 long months while I tried to make a go of it in NYC with my 2 suitcases and one carry on. My stuff traveled on my bro's moving van from Utah and stopped in Kansas City with his in-laws where my dad picked it up and then the van will travel on to NYC to my bro and his wife. They are living in a cute little apartment in Washington Heights (northern Manhattan) - only a few blocks from the apartment I was supposed to move into tomorrow. That's ok - I have my stuff like my little printer I love and my cool decorations like my wall of vintage records that I constructed.

I'm excited to redecorate my spacious room at my parents pad. It is the size of my living room in Manhattan and I have a real bed rather than a futon. It also has 2 windows with lots of sunlight and lots of greenery outside rather than a sliver of a window that allowed very little sunlight and a view of the corners of several buildings. I require a lot of sunlight. My parents living room is big enough that I can do Kristi's kickboxing without having to move anything! (My parents moved about a month ago so this is all new to me.) I haven't tried it yet, walking and yoga still tire me out but I eagerly anticipate the day.

I found out that I have to get a new cell phone plan. Verizon just doesn't do Oklahoma so have to get a new plan. I'm selling my phone if anyone wants it. I've had the phone less than a month. It's a cute little LG camera phone.

I've also found some agencies in Tulsa that seem promising, so I may try and get a job there when I feel up to working 40 hr. weeks. Tulsa is actually bigger than SLC - impressive, no?

I went to institute last night. I hate being new and late but typical of Mormon events, they didn't start on time. I really need to get a car. It's so weird to have to get rides all the times or have my parents drive me. Problems 1) I have no car 2) Even if I have a car I don't know where I am - at least I don't have to pay rent and food is free, right?

Countdown to Wilco 21 days.
Countdown to OC season premiere 8 days

Life is just full o surprises.
I realized I had neglected my bloggy blog, but lately I've had a lot of spare time to think about random things. I made my exodus to the homeland last week. I left NYC to visit my parents for a week but it has turned into a permanent arrangement. I found out that I have mono. After a week of sleeping 30 hrs./day and living off of slimfast, soup and that wierd orange medicine, I am feeling much better. I can finally talk again! and my mom took me to WalMart last week after I was feeling better. She thought that was hilarious. I hadn't been to Wal-Mart in 4 months and was pretty excited. I attempted to do my yoga dvd and then had to take a 2 hr. nap cuz I was so tired. This is really weird for someone who used to run 3 mi/day or more and think it was cake. This mono is kicking my trash.
I went to the family ward in Owasso with my parents. A funny thing about this ward is that Rezza's dad has started coming to church here. He's not a member and he moved to the area last summer, about the time Rezza and I started dating. He wasn't there on Sunday, but I kinda want to meet him. Rezza is the only guy that I ever kept anything from him - ie my sexy blue scrubs. Well I did keep some of the music that guys gave me but thats different and about the scrubs - I really think scrubs are the most comfortable pants in the world.
Anyways after the regular ward, the son of one of my mom's friends invited me to go to the singles ward with him. I was thinking I was doing good to go to the whole family ward with this mono thing, but I said I'd go. As much as I love my parents, it would be nice to talk to people my own age and I'm single again - how else would I have gotten mono :o). Jordan turned out to be really cool - its too bad he's 18. His friend Derek is cool too and he lived in NYC for a couple years studying graphic design at the Art Institute.
I've decided to learn to play the guitar again. Unlike when I tried when I was on crutches a couple summers ago - I can use my dad's guitar and have him teach me. I won't have to worry about the owner of the guitar thinking that lessons are leading to something romantic or worry that he will take the guitar back when he gets pissed for discovering that its not gonna be anything romantic. I just wanna learn to play the guiter. It will be a nice amusement since my parents piano splattered all over the highway on the way to Oklahoma when they moved last summer.
One final announcement - Wilco is playing Tulsa on Sept. 22!! Maybe I could get used to this Oklahoma thing. The Flaming Lips are from Oklahoma, so I guess good things can happen in O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A.