H.A.L.T.

My dad has this saying: "HALT." He says it while throwing his hand up in a stop motion. We all find it pretty endearing, and we all end up using it pretty consistantly. The idea is that a helpful way to keep from sinning is to, well, HALT. You never want to be too hungry, angry, lonely, or tired. It makes sense. I think about the times when I've been most likely to do things I either KNOW I shouldn't do or sort of slip up and do. Generally, I'm one of those things.. hungry, angry, lonely, or tired. And it's funny how they all tie in together. Like, if you're one, there's a very good chance you will be another, or end up feeling another. My main issue is this: what do you when one of those things can't be helped? I'm on day three of no sleep. Last night, I was attempting to sleep.. except Nandi decided to get into cat treats.. or maybe chinchilla treats.. and proceeded to be sick the ENTIRE NIGHT. She was nice enough to wake me up every hour on the hour all the way through.. oh wait, it's 7:12pm, and she's STILL SICK. I'm officially exhausted, borderling delirious, and picking fights with my husband simply because I can. Poor man has the patience of a saint.

I'm the biggest dork ever. No, seriously. Yesterday, I ran like a million errands. I ended up going to Petco by myself. For those of you who don't know, I have five pets: 2 cats, 2 dogs, and a chinchilla. This means that Petco trips involve a crapload of stuff. I generally take someone with me.. generally a guy. But I was feeling independent and.. some word that means "strong" that doesn't make me sound like a wannabe feminist. At any rate, I did all the shopping and all the lifting and even managed to load the car while holding the cart all at the same time. Feeling VERY pleased with myself, I returned the cart and went to step into the street.. and promptly tripped over the curb and almost ate it. In front of a car. Whose male driver started laughing at me while I sputtered about being ok. I tried to play it cool.. but let's face it, I'm like the uncoolest girl on the planet, not to mention the least smooth. :)

My friend, Peter, gave me the greatest metaphor ever today. We were talking about relationships, both the dating kind and the friend kind, and he says: "You know that feeling of falling into a Viper's nest? If you move forward, you're going to get bitten. If you move back, you're going to get bitten. But if you just sit there and don't move at all, you're.. well.. going to get bitten." Oh man. I've felt like that SO much in the last few months, it's ridiculous. It totally made me laugh though when he finished: "Which is why it's important to have always have at least one snake killing friend!" Probably very true.

In other news, I bought Season One of "How I Met Your Mother." It's freaking amazing. HILARIOUS. You should go watch it.