We love when Cooper comes to play

Dahlia has made friends with the local puppy. He comes over and wags his tail by our door.

He wants to play, like I used to show up at my friends' house at random and ask if they could play.

They used to not be friends, but they have grown fond of each other. So many relationships like that.

Hershey's kisses vs. Rice Cakes

So we're midway through the month. I thought I would post my tracking results from Sparkpeople.

I've learned a lot over the past two weeks. My eating habits mostly. I like to snack. I need meals that last a long time. So a Lean Cuisine - and just a Lean Cuisine - does not fill me up. So I go searching for chocolate somewhere. And a Hershey's Kiss has 26 calories. Which is a small number, except I've learned I can eat 8 snap peas and do 7 calories. And it fulfills me the same way, because I just like to be eating.

On Friday night, after date night, we stopped by the grocery store and I picked up some more vegetables and some rice cake 90-calorie packs. Because once at work last week, I ate an entire bag of rice cakes -- and it came in at like 490 calories. Which is a lot better, I've discovered than a bag of Hershey's kisses.

So I've learned a lot, but I've also learned that I have no problem eating something fatty and then entering it into Sparkpeople. It doesn't really deter me. Sometimes my eyes bug out and I'm all, whoa! But I've still managed to finish off my birthday cake and cupcakes and all.

Though I did take the bag of kisses out of my cubicle and put them in the breakroom. Which means they were gone in five minutes.

I also don't think it helped that I started tracking right before the GMAT. Hopefully now I can get my appetite under control, now that I'm not sitting and studying all the time.

Green Jello

I am a fan of parodies, such as the rewrites of the Articles of Faith on What Mormons Like. Its cliche, but so are most Mormons with the green jello and all.

12. We believe in being subject to scoutmasters, pampered chef hostesses, and the writers of the U.S. News and World Report Rankings for professional schools, and in obeying, honoring, and sustaining Glenn Beck.

13. We believe in being above average, good at crafts, optimistic, and being fifteen minutes late everywhere we go. Indeed, we may say that we follow BYU football. We believe rumors about famous people joining the church, we hope to meet the three Nephites, we have endured many pyramid schemes, and hope to be able to endure all pyramid schemes. If there is anything cheap, free, sold in bulk, or given away when somebody is moving, we seek after these things.

But it was my GMAT tutor who was not LDS, who last hit me up for a pyramid scheme.

I told him I was from Utah, I knew all about MLMs. He said "wait a minute, this one is from Utah."

And I said no.

The real Articles of Faith, are basically 13 statements that summarize what the LDS faith believes.

Pop goes my heart

OK, 300 points for anyone who can name the movie that song is from.*

For the Twilight Fans - Inappropriate Twilight Obsession. From my friend BabyBlooze, which is all about hilarious pictures of crying babies.

What to use for smokey eyes on Stylist. I can never get this look -- but more importantly I don't have too many reasons to do the smokey eye thing.

Hostess Blog has great tips on being photogenic for wedding photos - but I think they work well in all photos.

Who knew puddle jumping could be so interesting? This slideshow from a New York Times

Photographer is about jumping puddles while navigating New York City. I like the whimsy.

I hate the LOLcats. But the dog version is hilarious, especially when you search by breed. Thanks to A Girl.

*Points do not mean anything, but give you a lot of self pride. And I'm impressed.

Lets just have a baby.

Confession. I am bored. Not bored, not-enough-to-do-bored, there is plenty to do, always. At home, at work, everywhere. Plenty.

Not, its the tasks that lack excitement. They feel so mundane, pointless, and most importantly like no one would care if I did them.

So I do a shoddy job and feel worse about myself because I can't seem to do any better.

Last week, after a long day, I'm pounding my head on the elevator, all 10 floors down and I realize I'm pounding my head to the tune of "Have a baby, have a baby." I don't know if there is a tune to that song, but there was that day.

Don't get excited, I'm pretty sure the only reason that pops in my head is because it is an eternal cop out for me. To quit the career thing and go the good Mormon Mommy role. After all, it is a good thing to do. But the "have a baby because I hate my boring life" cop out doesn't exactly seem like a good enough reason to create life.

I'm honestly not sure if I want to go to grad school. I decided that I want to go because I hate being at the bottom of the pile, being a peon, and I think I love the industry. But I also want to email the admissions director to see if I can take some journalism courses. Because really, I want to write.

I want to write a book that is on the New York Times bestseller list. I want to write an award-winning grant proposal. I want a life I don't downplay at parties.

I want people to not downplay their lives at parties. Ever. So we can cheer each other on. And celebrate everything from the peon jump start to the successful career move to the baby on the way. Because celebrations are so much more exciting than my life.