I have nothing to say.

Truly. I don't. I'm sitting here tired, exhausted, stressed, with grey hair at age 29. How lucky am i? Sleeping pills it is. Oh i just realized that sounded scary...I mean since I'm stressed out I can't sleep and since I can't sleep I get these little sores on my mouth that drive me insane. So I need sleep. Hence the sleeping pills. But i just remembered that it is SNL tonight and I haven't watched that on a real Saturday night in ages so maybe I'll do that. It's either that, sleep, or homework. And I'm so so sick of the latter that I refuse to do homework. SNL sounds good. That's it.

This is my Grandpa...

My Grandpa recently passed away unexpectedly and I wanted to share two short stories about him as I'm missing him at this moment. The first was as a child, about five years old, and grandma and grandpa had come up to visit from Texas, I was living in Bothell, Wa at the time. My family lived near the high school just about 5 doors down from the high school's track. My grandpa would gather all the cousins and walk us down to the track and line us up each in our own lane and then walk down further...probably around the 50 yard mark and he would yell "go." He would be dressed in his always present tight blue jeans, tucked in polo shirt, and his Texas buckle, with his black as night black hair (years later I would learn that my grandma died his hair for years...I loved this about him). The winner took home a shiny quarter to spend down at the local bananza 8 shop where I would usually spend my quarter buying suckers and my brother would always be the one saving his for something really good like $14.oo dollar walkie talkies that would get the police saying "get off this channel."

Another story which I like to recall, is my favorite part about my grandpa. I lived with him and my grandma and my aunt (whom I'm living with now ironically) during my freshman year in college. I loved being around him. He was quiet, hard working doing anything my grandma or aunt asked of him, always accepting the task. Whenever I made the trek back over the mountains he would always warn me about cops and not to trust them even if they were in a cop car and had a badge. He taught me to only roll the window down an inch to talk with the officer, to this day I still do that. He always protected me against boys, parents, or the future. One day we had bought a desk at a garage sale for me and we were going to spruce it up. This meant taking off about 7 layers of paint with paint thinner (that was the first time I knew what that stuff could do, amazing!). I spent hours scraping the paint off and sanding and learning from my grandpa...of course I got busy and disinterested in the project. About a week later I went to the garage to see what he was doing and there he was sanding my desk. I noticed it was quiet. I remember saying "Grandpa! You need some music in here!" To this he replied "Hayley, have you ever heard the phrase silence is golden?" I hadn't and I said so. He responded "Well it is." So I left and brought him back a grilled cheese sandwich. 

I love this story. And I love my grandpa, the always weightlifting boxer that he was. Grandpa, I'm glad you got to do what you love to do, you would have hated getting old! I'm sure you're flying right now checking in on us just like the bird you always wanted to be.

Let me just post what you all really care about anyway...

So a blog should be a little about gossip right? So for those who care...I'm back together with Jim. Photos to come later and explanation to come later. Back to my mid-term.

The "Ds" have it.

So every Monday night I come home from work with the hope of doing homework or researching for an upcoming paper...but every Monday night I get sucked in. Dancing with the stars and Deal or No Deal have me bouncing between the two channels and wearing out the channel button on the remote. Why? I don't even know three fourths of the stars on Dancing with the Stars and I hate gameshows where people are stupid and blow hundreds of thousands of dollars. But there I am yelling at the people to DEAL DEAL DEAL you idiot! I'm not even that into T.V. But there I sit. Watching. I'll be honest I'm more into the dancing...and most people know I'm obsessed with the summer show called So You Think You Can Dance (I have every episode of the last two seasons, Melanie and Laura can attest to that). Seriously I am. I like dancing. And I'm just going to throw this out there but a certain someone (won't name names but it is one of two aforementioned above) and I would go to her gym that she managed late and night and dance the night away "exercising" we liked to call it. And Dancing With The Stars I got attached to while living in London as I ate popcorn with Mrs. O'Neill the older Irish landlady. And then just recently stumbled onto it here. So there. I'm just putting it out there. Call me what you want.

I need your ideas!

So I'm celebrating (get ready for this) my 30th birthday in a little over a month. Since I will be in finals that week and unable to 1. have time for a cruise 2. have money for a trip somewhere 3. have the energy to pull off a huge event and 4. i hate birthdays, especially mine I am wondering if anyone has some ideas of something small I could do for myself. I realize I should probably celebrate this one and not let it pass me by as I usually do. This will be a big moment and I'm just contemplating on how I will remember it in years to come. So suggestions are all welcome.