X-Factor

So I've decided that everyday should have an "X" factor, whether it be a tender mercy, something small, something big, or just something that made me smile. Here is last week's X Factors:

• Dill on my Salmon lunch at IKEA
• Chef Chip giving me steak and chicken for lunch instead of corn dogs (am I 5? Don't think so)
  
• Seeing celebrities and not freaking out or peeing my pants
• Thick, rich, homemade hot chocolate (and by homemade I mean St. Regis-made)
  
• Walter cuddling in my knees and napping with me
• Brenan kissing me good night when he thought I was asleep
• Cleaning my house after not being home for nearly a week
• Hanging curtains (that I made myself)
  

The New Year

Well, sorry dear blog for the neglect we have given you. Brenan has practice everyday and tournaments every weekend through Valentine's weekend, not to mention working at BR. I work 4-7 days a week between BR and St. Regis. But, let's get real, St. Regis is where the money is at. Not to mention that I'm also taking 2 online classes now...busy busy. Our New Year's Eve "celebrations" were pretty low key. We didn't even stay up until midnight. Lame. I think the best part of the new year so far was  buying a carpet cleaner this week :) Which brings me to my next point: I don't think they really cleaned our carpets before we moved in. The mustard stains in the carpet are almost gone after I cleaned this week. Really? My $89 Bissell outcleaned a professional cleaner?  Not likely. They lied and gave us a stinky (literally) apartment.

Second best thing about this year: our favorite shows are back on (after the holiday break) and American Idol is back!! Yes, we love watching Simon torment the contestants.

Also, I chopped off my hair...pictures to come. Let's just say it's short. Short, short.

This week, Walter's face is sick. Maybe infected. We'll find out tomorrow after his vet appointment.

New Year's Resolutions: none. I don't believe in them.
New Year's Goals: plenty. I already tried a new food.

Stealing squared

I'm "stealing" this from my sister's blog, who stole it from her friend's blog. Why? Because it's freaking hilarious. Also, Mikaela, this is for you :)

• - "Long list of things you are no good at: your marriage, leading glee club and finding a hairstylist that doesn't make you look like a lesbian."
• - "All I want is just one day a year when I'm not visually assaulted by uglies and fatties."
• - "While they were in there, I told them to go ahead and yank out those tear ducts. Wasn't using them."
• - "You are about to board the Sue Sylvester express....... destination HORROR."
• - "You think this was hard? Try auditioning for Baywatch and being told they're going in another direction. That was hard."
• - "[Ramps] are what I call lazy-makers. They discourage able-bodied students from getting proper exercise by using the stairs."
• - "I, for one, think intimacy has no place in a marriage. Walked in on my parents once and it was like seeing two walruses wrestling."
• - "I like minorities so much, I'm thinking of moving to California to become one."
• - "It feels good to finally pop that zit known as Will Schuester."
• - "I don't trust a man with curly hair. I can't help but picture little birds laying sulfurous eggs in there, and it disgusts me."
• - "I'll often yell at homeless people: 'Hey, how is that homelessness working out for you? Try not being homeless for once.'"
• - "Not everyone is gonna have the walnuts to take a pro-littering stance. But I will not rest until every inch of our fair state is covered in garbage."
• - "I'm going to ask you to smell your armpits. That's the smell of failure, and it's stinking up my office."
• - "You think this is hard? Try waterboarding. That's hard!"
• - "I'm going to go to the animal shelter, get you a cat, and wait until you've fallen in love with that cat... then I'm going to break into your house in the middle of the night, and punch you in the face."

11

My youngest brother is 11. Here is one of the funniest things I've heard him say lately:

John: Dad, let me try this on you
Dad: No
John: You're a weiner!