Tonight, I couldn't figure out how to access my own blog. This, is an issue. Clearly, one we have resolved.

Back in action it is, sorry about the long delay between posts, I really must attempt to keep this more updated. One one end of the spectrum, I have posted since November (yisforyup--where are you!?) On the other end, we have my coworker Nandini, who continues to school me with her posts. She can be found at http://scraptheshoulderpads.blogspot.com/ In the event that I disappear again, check her blog for updates on my life.

So, here it is. The past 5 days have been epic, to say the very least. I think it was put best last night when this was said in reference to my department. We have 85 reps, there are 365 days in a year. That, is a birthday about every 4 days. That, will keep you on your toes. I suppose that the birthdays, if nothing else, give me an excuse to go out and do all sorts of fun things that you would never be motivated enough to just do on your own.

Starting Wednesday night, with ice skating, the celebrations began. Now, for those of you who know me well enough, nothing I do, can be done casually. Extreme ice skating anyone? Lets start by saying, ice skating sober, is significantly easier than doing so while drinking. Following Lehigh/Laf weekend, I now have a basis for comparison. Rolling out of Wednesdays ice skating extravaganza, I have the following things to show: a black and blue mark on my knee and a really sore butt from trying to do tricks and falling down. I also have a liver that is beginning to mutate legs from the post skating drink-a-thon with the boys. Included in this trip to the bar, came the realization that I, had infact, been sworn into the game of life. The game of life you may ask? Simple. You can not say the word m.i.n.e. (yes, i had to put those periods in there.) If you manage to use that word, you do ten pushups. You do ten pushups for each offense. Needless to say, that, is a word that we use often. Whose coat is this? Thats m.i.n.e. Why are you using Tessas computer? M.i.n.e. is at home. Whose turn is it? m.i.n.e. Whose? M.i.n.e. damnit. Ugly. It is ugly. So in addition to the bruises from skating and the partially mutated liver, I now have some really sore arms/abs to show. Thank you Wednesday, you were my best friend.

Until Thursday rolled around. Apparently, the birthday every 4 days thing, doesnt actually work that way. Marisa turns a year older. Bowling it is! Bowling you say? I haven't bowled in forever! Yea, me either. When youre old, like we seem to be, you can drink at the bowling alley. Fun! Until someone asks whose turn it is. M.i.n.e.... damnit. Also, until there are two pitchers left, and you and one coworker, and you're not wasting beer. Yet another fantastic adventure in Facebook land. Lots of beer, two games of bowling and i'd say, 30-40 pushups later. We're done bowling. Now, in adding to ice skating battle wounds, i have a sore arm.

Friday afternoon was eventful. Not only did I get news that the Grateful Dead is getting back together to play a benefit show for Obama, sans Jerry obviously. Jerrys will be there, Jerry is always there. I bought two tickets on a snap decision, impulse purchase anyone? $100 later I realize, i have two tickets and no one to go with. I should have kept the ticket and scalped it for 14928x the face value at the venue on Monday night, but someone mentioned the legality of that... meh. So I get up from my desk and sit down next to Mia. She wants to know if I want to go to the city with her. Yea Mia, Ill go to the city with you tonight if you will go to the Grateful Dead show with me on Monday. She agreed. Ten minutes later, another coworker returns to their desk. Jenny! I just bought tickets to go see the Dead, in their entirety on Monday at the Warfield! "I want to go!" ::turn to mia:: Mia, you're uninvited. "umm okay?" And then, the inevitable comment from another Facebooker. "Krista, Jerrys dead?" "No he's not, he'll be there, he's always there"

So to the city we go. Power hour + Kells = one of the most fun nights I have had since I moved to Cali. We danced, and sang and we assumed we lost the battery to Mias camera. (For you Mia: there it is, lime slice. there it is, lime slice. there it is, lime slice.) We didnt. She was too preoccupied with life to realize it was in her camera. The bar was thorougly canvased though. I can assure you, none of us lost anything at the bar on Friday night. Well, I lost my voice. A round of Don''t stop believing + living on a prayer = hilarity - my ability to speak clearly. Saturday morning, my body is packing up and shipping out.

You'd think we'd be done. No, no, no. For some bizarre reason, we decided that a girls night out in DTPA is in order. To celebrate? Hell if i know. Last night, uneventul yet so ridiculously fun at the same time.

Also: the Giants just won the super bowl. Someone tell me how that happened?

So tomorrow night, we celebrate Jerry & Obama. For anyone who didnt buy tickets before they sold out in ten minutes: http://iclips.net/ will be broadcasting the show live. Yes we can! Yes we can!

Ill keep you updated, i bet i meet Jerry tomorrow.