Season 2

I have just finished Alias Season 2. Loved it! As I have said in previous posts, I didn't really love Season 1 until the very last episode. Then I was hooked. Season 2 I liked most of the way through. There were parts I loved and parts I certainly did not love. The cliffhanger for season 2 is a killer. I am so hooked. I feel like I have to know what is going on. Like I can be satisfied no other way. That is probably not good. Sometimes I get way too involved in these things. (Twilight is a good example of that, haha) :) I have heard from many people that the series starts to get weird after season 2 so I am a little leery about watching 3, but I have to know how they are going to explain Vaughn getting over Sydney, meeting someone new and getting married in under 2 years (while she is missing). Not even right. Funny that that is my main concern and not where or what she has been doing for those 2 years. I am a nut, I know. Bring on season 3!

Obama

Over the past several months the United States has been under a new president. A new political party. Obama has made some changes. Some I have liked or been okay with. Others I have not agreed with. It is Father's Day today and I was on the internet and came across this article about President Obama. I love it! I think it is fabulous. I agree with everything he says in it (which never happens). Nice job, Obama.
Check it out:
http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/31437363?GT1=43001

Vacation

I went on vaction a few weeks ago to Texas. It was amazing. I had never been to Texas (outside of the Houston airport almost 10 years ago) I got to see a bunch of family and friends i dont get to see all that often. My cousin Patrick got married. The location of the wedding/reception was gourgous. I got a rental car and drove from Houston to Fort Worth to visit my friend Jason. He is crazy, but awesome. We had a good time. I got to meet a bunch of his friends who i think are crazier then he is (hard to imagine, i know). Then i went to see Reina. She lives in Copperas Cove, just outside of Fort Hood. Reina is amazing! i dont think i ever laugh so hard as i do when i am with Reina (no offense to all my other good friends). I dont know what it is about that girl, but she can make me laugh at the dumbest stuff. and we are definitely dumb a lot when we are together. i annoy myself when i am with her. (you know that is bad.) here are some pictures.
The mansion where the wedding/reception was held. Awesome.

Jason and I. I look terrible. Whatever...

Oh no...Like i said, we are so annoying around each other. i dont even know what we are doing. lol

Garages

I have discovered this phenomenon in my life called 'flights of stairs that kill me'. I can run for a while and not even break a sweat, but after climbing 2 flights of stairs (less than a minute later) I am totally out of breath. what is that about? i also decided this is kind of embarrassing when other people are around. i just want to scream, "Yes, I am out of breath! I don't know! i don't get it! I can run a 5k! Stop starring at me!" Luckily i have more tact than that, but i really do hate it, so i was telling this unfortunate occurrence in my life to my good friend Sarah F. She suggested that we run up and down the stairs for a break from the normal running we do. we were on campus at the time and so she suggested we go to one of the parking garages and run up and down the stairs. then she thought it would be even better to run up the stairs and down the slope of the garage. i suggested that we could run up the slope too if we got bored. so today i ran my first "Parking Garage." it was rough. Indiana humidity doesn't help. you would think that running up the slope of the parking garage would be the hardest, but no. not for me. the stairs continued to kill me. i think i ran (i use the term "ran" loosly)the stairs 4 times, up the garage 4 times and down it 6 or 7 times. my body is already yelling at me. i am going to be in some serious pain tomorrow. good pain though. I will do it again. i need a little spice in my life, even though the people driving in their cars in the parking garage looked at us like we were crazy. who does that?