So...Tomorrow night I'm working a catering with los Rudd's.
It's an LDS mid-singles New Year's Eve party.
Basically, we will be working 8:00pm - 1:00am.
I'm not too good at staying up late...I think we all know that.
And besides...I'm already dog tired because yesterday I worked my booty off at work {this is my shout out to Katy} and then went and climbed a mountain and then went and walked the mall{stories and pictures to come}{hopefully}.
I topped all that off with a horrendously horrible night's sleep.
Seriously, I can't remember a night that I slept worse.
Oh wait. That one time I was locked out of my house and had to sleep in my garage.
Yep. That one wins.
ANYWAY.
So. I'm already super super tired. So I figured I could go to sleep early tongiht {at least compared to the new usual} and then maybe sleep in but probably not and then be all rested for tomorrow night. So I came home, got in my jammies, layed down in front of the tv {because a) that usually puts me to sleep really fast lateish at night and b) my brother is sleeping at my cousin's and my sister was asleep upstairs and there was NO WAY IN HECK I was sleeping in our basement alone...no. thank. you.}.
ANYWAY {take 2}
P.S. You know you've gone on a rambling rant when you have to go back to the top and re-read everything you've written. Story. of. my life.
So. I layed there. For two hours. Wide awake. Watching HGTV.
And then, I got bored.
So I devised a new strategy. Twenty minutes ago.
It is {drum roll please}...Stay up until 1:00 and then sleep in all I want {which still probably won't be much}{curse you internal alarm clock}. Then, I'll be used to it kind of and can do it all over tomorrow night at the catering!! I...am a genius.
So.
That is my plan.
And that is why I'm blogging this late at night or whatever.
Because I have nothing else to do.
Hopefully...strategy #2 works.
The bad part is...my head hurts from lack of sleepage.
El. Fin.
This is going to sound like I'm his mother, but I'm very proud of Michael Rudd. He is such an example to me. The gospel is not something he treats lightly, and I am so grateful for that. He makes it easy for me to uphold my standards. He makes me want to be a better person and helps me strive for that. He is so caring and has such a tender heart. He is an awesome young man, and I am lucky to have him in my life. I am sad that he's leaving, but happy at the same time. I definitely would not have it any other way. And, of course, he's ecstatic and can't wait to get out there and serve.
