Time to Come Clean

ESPN reporter Sam Eifling has just posted our story. There are also photo galleries that go along with it. Please take a look.

Now what I'm about to say might be a little shocking to some people, but I think it's finally time to come clean. I am a Martha Stewart fanatic. Remember that show on MTV where they brought in teenage girls to meet their favorite singers? The girls would scream and cry and just be a huge wreck. Yeah.. that would be me meeting Martha Stewart. I keep her Homekeeping Handbook right on my desk and treat it like it's a Bible. Pathetic, I know. Now you can only imagine my excitement when I learned that Macy's was going to be carrying an entire line of products designed by her. I spent almost an hour today in the home department trying to pick and choose between products. I ended up walking away with dish towels. THREE towels for only $9.99. And they're nice and big. I had to really talk myself out of a lot of gadgets because my kitchen is already FULL. I don't think I can find an extra square inch to store one more thing. And lets face it, do I really NEED to make a cake in the shape of a pumpkin? Probably not.

While I was running around the home department at work I also purchased a martini shaker. Why? Because my birthday is only 39 days away (not that I'm counting). And even though I can already legally drink in Wisconsin (it's one of those beautiful loop holes that states a minor may drink if accompanied by a legal guardian... a spouse counts for that) I'm still very excited for my birthday.

I've had a lot of people asking me in my classes what life is like living with ten other families. I want to explain this in greater depth sometime soon but not until I can find my camera chip and upload the pictures from the Fisher House. Before we left I took a ton of pictures of the common areas, our room, the fridge, just all of it. I really want to give people the real feeling of the house. Look for the post next week sometime. It's going to take a while to get the post together and this weekend is jammed with family time.

As much as I love typing I really need to stop procrastinating and continue cleaning my apartment. Maybe even get some homework done. Well.. maybe not homework tonight. We'll see what happens. I have all weekend right? (Someone remind me that I said this when I'm whining on Sunday night that I have TONS to do)