I'm a llama! I'm a llama!*

It's Monday again and it's raining again.

This weekend was really nice. I went to the Mae concert on Friday (pictures to come) - it's their final tour so I had to do it. I ran three miles Saturday morning (in training for that 8k), spent time with my family, ran a few errands, spent time with friends, cleaned my room (hallelujah!), and that's all I can remember. The weather was great; I even broke a sweat on Saturday when I was driving around. I got my oil changed (that's my big productive thing from this weekend). It was months overdue.

Last night I wasn't feeling well. From 7:30-9:30 I drifted in and out of sleep and finally at 9:30 I decided to stop fighting it. I brushed my teeth, got in my PJs, said my prayers and climbed into a nice, warm bed. Occasionally I woke up, my roommate had people over, so every once in a while they pulled me abruptly from my sleep; then my friend sent me a text message - which didn't even make sense (they never actually do) so I put on my iPod and cranked it up to block out all the little noises. I slept straight through until 7:30 this morning. The reason I woke up? You know when people have dreams where they are going to the bathroom only to wake up in the middle realizing that it was just a dream, but they are wetting their bed? Well, it's wasn't that. I had a dream I was brushing my teeth and I went to spit into the sink...and I really spit. Gross, I know, but at least my bladder didn't betray me. I think actually spitting kind of shocked me and so I woke up. Seriously hope that never happens again. I feel like a camel.

Aside from feeling sick - the weekend was pretty good. It was conference weekend so that's always a plus. On Sunday, President Monson was speaking and he quoted a lot from the "Attitude of Gratitude" talk (the talk I am following for my Sunday blog entries). It was really cool to be able to finish his sentences for him, I hadn't realized I remembered the wording of his talk so well. Then later he was speaking again and he quoted Frost. He said two lines from a poem and I turned to my mom and said, "Frost, right?" (Because my mom knows everything). She started to say it was from a song, but then realized those words weren't from the song. She went and looked it up and she came back to confirm that I was right...that was exciting...I am a little intelligent.

I have pictures, just not with me, that I will post. Some Halloween decor around the house and a little crafty project my mom and I did (oh and the Mae concert). Of course, the crafty project will show you how I am excited to do something and then get bored and tired of it...is there some kind of mental exercise I can do that will help me from giving up on projects? I'd really like to follow some through someday.

There was a spider in the office this morning, right outside of our conference room and Wanda told me to kill it. Me?! Kill a spider?! I grabbed a bunch of paper towels, prepared to kill it. Then I looked at it, it was no bigger than a dime but I worried that somehow it would attack me, or that I would feel it's little body beneath the three wadded up paper towels. I grabbed a trash can to catch the body but then realized I wanted that thing dead, I didn't want it to be like JAWS (not the first one but the one where it hunts the guy's family cause the shark can smell shared DNA....amazing) and come back to attack me and my children's children's children*. So I went to Gordon and knocked on his door and asked him to do me a really odd favor. He laughed and killed it really well, there's even a little smear on the wall to prove that this spider is gone (or is standing behind me as I type with only six legs and three eyes - thoroughly pissed).

Today - we are back to cold and rainy...well, back to rainy; the cold is kind of new. I am wearing a sweater - this is actually pretty exciting. I love sweaters; I love how they cover up my fat rolls. Fall and winter are my favorite seasons. I'd love them even more if I was independently wealthy and didn't have to work. It's so hard to get up in the morning when the sun doesn't seem to even want to rise.