I Die. Again.

So, yesterday's post was about how I want John Krasinski to be my husband. If I could just get this child to be mine, my life would be complete. Seriously, how ADORABLE is he??

Someone Photoshop a picture of the three of us so I can see what a beautiful family we'd make. John, Kari and Kai Krasinski. Sounds perfect to me.

I Die

I literally HAVE to marry John Krasinski. I just have to. Because I almost started crying with joy while watching this video. I honestly don't think I've ever been more in love. I have a lot of boyfriends, but this video is the reason John is my one true husband.

John, please, please, PLEASE leave Emily and come be with me. We can go to Harry Potter Land and experience Diagon Alley together next year! Or someone find me a look-a-like. PRONTO!!!

One week soda-free, suckas. So far I'm kicking soda's trash. Boom.

The Best Part

I'm going to share a few gems with you from my day yesterday.

The best part of my spa day? When the adorable Asian man doing my nails asked how it was that I don't have a boyfriend. "Why not? You so pretty!" And I was like,

I took it as the highest of compliments.

The best part of Mary Poppins? The little girl sitting a few rows up from me who kept making shadow puppets. Apparently she was more entertained by herself than by the show.

The best part of seeing the The Host at midnight? When "Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons played during the ending credits. That was really the only thing I loved about that movie.

Paranoia

I've learned something about myself over the past couple of weeks. The only times I suffer from extreme paranoia are when I'm exercising. I don't know why - I can't explain it.

But for some reason, when I go on a run through my neighborhood, I'm pretty sure I'm either being followed by a serial rapist, coyotes or a T-Rex (Jurassic-Park-style).

Even when I go to the gym, I feel like someone is following me from machine to machine. Just waiting until I leave the building so they can pounce on me and throw me into the trunk of their car. Like I live in an episode of One Tree Hill or something.

I learn something new about myself every day.

My Name is Kari Ensign

and I'm addicted to Coke. The soda, people. Come on. Who do you think I am?!? But seriously. I only drink one a day, but if I don't have that one Coke, I'm pretty sure that I start to look like this:

So, I've decided. Starting in April, I'm going to try going soda-free. Just to prove to myself and everyone else that I can do it.

I can do it, right??? Deep breaths.

100TH POST!!!

And it's a good one. Trust me.

You all should know by now that I have SUPER vivid dreams. And most nights I remember them and wake up trying to figure out what was real and what wasn't.

Last night's was vivid, but I unfortunately had no problems figuring out it wasn't real because... I DREAMT I WAS HARRY POTTER!!!! (The girl version of course.) How awesome is that?

Everyone made a huge deal about me all the time and basically worshipped the ground I walked on. But I wasn't as naturally gifted as Harry. Hermione had to help me remember spells to use in our epic battle against Voldemort by writing them on my hand so I could remember. Kind of a fail on my part.

My favorite spell to use? Expelliarmus. I seriously used it on everyone I could. First spell I used? Expecto patronum. Then I went straight to Avada kedavra and Voldemort was like, "Seriously? Already?"

I have no idea who won in the end, but I'm pretty sure it was me and my friends. And quite frankly, I'm a winner because I had a dream about being Harry Potter. Nailed it.