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That’s the sound I’ll be making when I’m slipping down the slopes at:

Whistler, British Columbia

on my

HONEYMOON

I’m SO excited. We’ve been debating what to do for our honeymoon since funds are tight. However we did save enough to have a great domestic vacation and since we don’t need plane tickets to get to Whistler, we’re driving up there the week before Christmas. We’ll probably spend a couple of days in Vancouver and then head up to the mountains for some snowboarding. Neither one of us can board, but we have lessons planned.

My last skiing adventure was kind of traumatizing. I had one day to relearn skills I hadn’t practiced in six years. Plus, I was skiing with advanced skiers and I just couldn’t keep up. I nearly killed myself careening down a slope until Daniel’s roommate Jeremy caught my arm and saved me from certain death. After that close call, I stayed on the green runs and dragged myself along with my poles. It was beautiful and safe. Yes, safe.

So why am I learning to snowboard, something that is more difficult to master than skiing? Well, I’m a bit wiser now and I think with some lessons I can get down the mountain, or the bunny slope, in one piece. Plus, Whistler has some of the best runs in North America, so I’m sure they have slopes for every level of skier.

On top of spending the week before Christmas in a beautiful setting, we’re also staying in a kickass hotel. Supposedly, it has a huge outdoor hot tub. I might need to sooth my sore muscles there.

…same as the first.

Refer to my “old and boring” post from a month ago. At least my neighbors are predictable.

The other day at lunch, I was sitting around in the MBA lounge (a common room w/kitchen) talking to some of my female classmates. Someone said that since the weather has gotten colder, they cooked a big pot of chili the other night. I concurred that chili was great cold-weather food and that I’d make frito pies for dinner if I had chili at home. They kind of looked at my strangely and asked “what’s a frito pie?” After I told them, they said that it sounded like I mixed the chips in with the dip. I guess it’s like that but I was just surprised that no one, not even someone from Atlanta, had ever heard of a frito pie.

I’m so tired. I didn’t have a bad day. I just had a very long day. Most of it was self-inflicted, but here’s a bullet list of what I’ve done. No sympathy needed, seriously.

• Went to bed at 1 am
• Got up at 6:30 am
• Got to school at 7:30 am
• Attended networking breakfast until 8:30 am
• Attended class until 10:30 am
• Ate lunch, played online and studied until 12:30pm
• Went to lunchtime speaker at school until 1:30 pm
• Attended class until 3:30 pm
• Caught up on email until 4:30 pm
• Swam and cleaned up until 5:30 pm
• Got home at 6 pm
• Ate leftovers while making phone calls until 7:30 pm
• Went to the store until 8:30 pm
• Procrastinated until 10 pm
• Worked on accounting until 11:30 pm
• Wrote this post until 11:45 pm
• Went to bed at 12:30 am

Sorry for the lack of updates. I feel like a broken record: I start every email and post with I’m sorry.

I had a take-home accounting midterm over the weekend, a team paper and presentation on Tuesday as well as a MicroEconomics midterm. Today, I was at school until 8pm because I had to take the evening accounting class since I will miss my regular accounting class tomorrow. I’m going to a workshop in Bellevue at 3pm. It should be really interesting and I’m looking forward to it but man, this has been a long two weeks.

This weekend, I’m going on a “retreat” with the Women in Business club. It’s supposed to be relaxing and I think some of it will be but I also know that most of us will be studying for our upcoming statistics midterm on Monday.

Sorry if I sound pathetic. I’m really okay just a bit worn out. I think some sleeping in is in order.

In other semi-related news, I found out that I have a really good participation grade in some of my classes. I’m especially happy about this because A) participation is an important part of our grade; a concept I didn’t understand in undergrad and B) I used to be so shy and now I’m asking questions and actively participating. Go former wallflower Sarah!

I’m obviously tired so I think I’ll just go to bed now.

Like most other weeks, this one has been busy. I’m staying positive, but I think that’s a side effect of the growing insanity (crazy Crusty the Clown laugh).

I’m pretty stressed. I took one midterm on Tuesday and I have a take-home exam due on Monday. I also have a Microeconomics midterm and a group paper and presentation due on Tuesday. On Wednesday, I have Statistics and Accounting homework due which I guess I’ll have some time to complete on Tuesday night while I’m not out trick-or-treating. It will suck hard until next Thursday, but I’ll be okay. Sure, I’ll be okay.

Danny is helping to keep me sane. We eat dinner together each night and he pops into the bedroom to see how I’m doing. I feel really bad for ignoring him, but at least I’m in the same house. I could be at the library ignoring him from afar. See how generous and thoughtful I am?

I know that everything will work out okay in terms of tests and grades, but my main source of stress is just trying to get all of my homework done. I don’t have time to stress over my tests because I have too much other daily work to deal with. For example, I just spent the last three hours writing and editing my component of a team paper as well as integrating all of the other parts into a cohesive flow of ideas. I really like this kind of work, but it is taking its toll on my body. When I get stressed, my neck aches. I get these terrible knots in my neck and shoulders and exercising and massage are the only things that help. I’ve continued to exercise twice a week, but my workouts are brief and they can’t really diminish the tightness in my neck. Maybe I can do some yoga while I’m waiting for my bus.

I am enjoying school a lot though. The work schedule is hellish but at least the people are cool. As for me, I’m the coolest of them all. Well, except for the movie maker and the crab fisherman. I can’t top those, at least not yet.

Yesterday, I had a very nice birthday. Class was good, I got done with school by 12:30, and the weather was perfect.

Instead of going out for dinner last night, I asked Danny to accompany me to an MBA happy hour at the business school. I knew that a lot of my friends would be there and I wanted him to meet them. I had a great time drinking, eating, and just joking around with my new friends. Danny had a good time too.

Today, he took me out for Indian food and then we ran some errands. Oh yeah, and we slept in very late today. It was great.

Oh yeah, and he got me some nice presents too. Being 29 isn’t so bad.

Danny is asleep. He said he was going to get up but he passed out immediately. I don’t know why I find that so satisfying. Just sleep! What can it hurt?

I have some more accounting and IT homework, but I can work on it while he’s snoozing. I just hate when people force themselves to stay awake when they really just need to nap.

Lisa and I just chatted a minute ago. This is how my side of the conversation went.

Sarah: I had a really nice weekend. It was relaxing and I got a lot done. I had ten hours of homework, but it wasn’t too stressful because I spread the work out over two days. I also got to clean, cook, do laundry, and exercise. I feel like I got a lot accomplished. Danny? Oh he’s fine. We watched two TV shows together this weekend. That was our together time. That and the trip to the laundromat.

………..

It isn’t quite that bad. Danny and I do talk and hang out together when we eat or run to the store. We are around each other a lot. Even though I might get my studying done faster at the library, it is so nice to be able to sit at home in my PJs, do my reading, pet the cats, and know that Danny is just in the next room. It would be very lonely otherwise.

After listening to the activities taking place in the parking lot by our apartment, I wonder if my gut reactions mean that I’m “old” or just “wiser and more mature.”

Example A: There is a party at one of the apartments nearby. The drunk yelling lasted until 2am.

My gut reaction: go to bed so we can sleep!

If I were 22: I love Saturday night, whoohoo!

Example B: The car stereo is thumping and buzzing.

My gut reaction: *sigh* Jesus Christ shut UP!

If I were 22: Cool. I guess more people are here.

Example 3: Someone is violently puking somewhere nearby.

My gut reaction: I hope they are not puking on my car and that I hope they leave soon.

If I were 22: Wow, sounds like someone had a fun night.