the bathroom on my floor at work is locked. so each office has keys to get in, but prevents random people from using it. very nice.

everytime a client or someone not from our office asks for the key, i imagine that they are sneaky spies and will pull out one of those putty things as soon as i'm out of eyeshot and take a print of the key to copy & use later to sneak in the bathroom and pull off some amazing and fabulous secret heist involving secret and secure information and then the cops will figure out it was ME and my giving of the key who allowed it all to happen!!!

or i imagine i'm the the one copying the key for some incredible reason involving millions of dollars and tight black shiney pants. anderson, lindsey anderson. 008.

i am having a hard time controlling the urge to gush on this very public blog :)
no amount of coffee, no amount of cryin,
no amount of wiskey, no amount of wine,
no no no no no nothing else will do,
i gotta have you, i gotta have you...

two things:

1. rachel gets a lil sib. woot woot!!! this makes aunt lindsey's count 6 kiddos and 2 in ovens. thats 5 babies in like 2 years. good job shel & mosey. way to pump those kids out for our entertainment & enjoyment :)

2. i'm not moving to london. just visiting. i just WISH i was moving. BUT if you have recommendations of what to see, or WHEN to see them (morning, night) i'd appreciate all who could contribute!!

i've always wanted to fly into heathrow airport. i don't even know why.
maybe bc it's name is so ridiculously british.

march 18th. here i come.

oh and ps. refer to this blog. i might not come home. we'll see.

why do i live here: and NOT here:

WHY? WHY???

and yes i know the one pic is copyrighted. sorry.

but last spring i just got the european itch -AGAIN- and i tried to satisfy it by moving to hb.

it's like craving haagen daas and eating alberton's brand.

nay, desiring jude law & getting paul giamatti.

NO! wanting prince phillip bc he fights like a man & only getting prince charming who has no redeeming qualities except he can dance.

(although i still dance around and sing "so this is love" to myself everyonce & a while)

i've been in cali for 5 months and it's about that time.

i just have such a hard time wanting to stay in one place.

and i am so sick of being responsible with a good job i shouldn't leave.

i know what happened when i felt this way LAST year, and i'm thinkin' it might happen again.

or at least i can think & plan & dream.

change a blowin'.

solid roots are so overrated.

(ten points to who knows what movie ^ that's from)

do you ever have to sit back, go back over your life & think to yourself, like every other day- what was i thinking, and why am i doing this??
you don't?
oh.

i do.

last time i broke my camera it was bc of an unfortunate accident including water and my friend brakell. no warranty. purchased new camera.

so 5 months later i was at brakell's wedding and my camera is now broken due to an unfortunate accident including a nice stranger who agreed to take our picture and butter fingers. purchased warranty. WOOP WOOP.

so while best buy is taking care of business ("every day!") i shall have no pictures to post. none of me & b-rad at blue man having a wicked awesome time, no pictures of cute small children, and no pics of hanging out in vegas with brighton & juston, and DEFINITELY no pictures of brakell ever bc she's bad luck with my cameras.

the end.

today i tutored brighton in the lovely art of set theory via picture messages and email.
it sorta worked.
and it reminded me how much i love math,
i do!
and how i'm not afraid to admit it.

it reminded me of the time time mike sent me a picture message of a math problem, i did it in my head, and then wrote down the answer on a receipt and picture messaged back the answer.
afterwhich, i found out he was taking a test.
dang it.

every kid likes pb & j, almondb & j for a few of you allergic to ground nuts. everyone has their own way of making it: toasted, not toasted, more pb, more jelly, even of both, jam or jelly, crunchy, smooth, cut uncut... the list goes on.
BUT i confess, pb & j's closest cousin, pb & h, is really my preference.
everyday for over a week now, i've lovingly spread, drizzled & consumed. each day i bring my lunch tote(see cute black & white polka dots in upper left corner) with a jar of pb & super ultra large cheap bottle of honey. i put two slices of bread (today i ate a heel, though) into a sandwhich bag each morning, and one packet of echinacea tea-now the honey serves two purposes (yes, wendy, "devine porpoises").
delish.
sweet. savory. not too sweet, natural sugars. gets stuck in your teeth.
and yes, i must bring both jars. if you know anything about pb & h, you know you can't make it ahead of time. it's best fresh.

I love having 4 eyes.

In my case, since now I have TWO pairs of bomb glasses, I guess technically I have 6 eyes. Course... then we could count my old glasses, which I can still mostly see out of, and we're up to 8. Sunglasses... ten..?
I'm a FREAK!
Okay I'm done.

FIRST: We have the Black/Orange DKNY's. Part plastic, part metal. Lot's of nice features: Orange accents on ear piece and inside the eyepieces. Notice the nice 2 prongs of the eye piece, how it leaves a nice space, so you can look at my eye.. even from the side...
These are the fun version of professional. Party in the back, all business up front.SECOND: Here come the VOGUE tortoise-shell plastic beauts. Featuring the wider earpiece masquerading as a skinny earpiece, with clear plastic features on the top & bottom. Light & square. Lovely. A necessity for any future school librarian, or artsy rock star, both which someday I may happen to be, so I'm ready!
:)

(i'm copying merzy in a sort of way.)
things i love about being single:

1. falling asleep for a post-shower nap to "sleeping to dream" by jason mraz
and actually
sleeping and dreaming that jason mraz was in love with me.
boy oh boy!

I have recently discovered that this medicine is the BEST. It works fast. It goes straight to the blood stream. It causes relief of nasal congestion, cough, sore throat. Tastes of citrus goodness. MIRACLE.

HOWEVER:

It also causes Lindsey to become a monster. Not only have I been short tempered at work while under the influence, I also may have told someone I care about that something important THEY care about was about as interesting to me as professional hockey or Southpark.

OOPS.

Don't worry, it didn't go over so well. In fact, not well at all.
(awkward laugh).

Okay so I'm not making excuses here, I was under the influence! So what if I take your priorities and smash them in your face? Who cares whether I act like the world revolves around me when I have a cold and lost my voice for 2 days and I suddenly feel the need to lash out for attention?
I need the drugs!

lo siento novio.

From what I know, AUDITING is all about boring people doing something MORE boring.
Connections I have/had with the lovely art of AUDITING:

• "Ryan" was/is an auditor.
• My brother is an auditor. The only one I've ever met which had a personality.
  
• One of my favorite movies is Stranger than Fiction- Howard Crick is an auditor.

• Cute, young, single auditor came to my office yesterday and nearly gave me a heart attack by asking me lots of questions I didn't know, asked me to find files I didn't know existed, and caused my stress levels to reach Mars. Then he was a lot less cute, and a lot more gray.
  

Luckily I survived.
And then I stayed in bed with a cold all the next day. :)

i am crazy? yes! can i make it this year? yes! will i cave on half of these in february? yes!

"can we build it? YES WE CAN!"

• no chocolate
• no soda
• exercise more regularly
• read scriptures & pray everyday
• spend less time on computer when i get home from work
• leave my cell at home as often as possible
• trust my instincts
• communicate more effectively especially to those i love
• stop it with the social anxiety thing i've developed
• smile & laugh more
• jump in the pacific once a month, even if it's cold
• do more random things that make you feel alive

(and a few more uber spiritual/inner lindsey schutff)

here comes lindsey version 2009. watch out people.

1 cabin. 30 people. 2 days. 5 bathrooms. 4 couches. 4 bedrooms. lotsa floor space. infinite fun. thanks to all who organized; it was a much needed mental break from life.
Woot Woot Happy 2009!
(i make no apology for the following public display of affection. ha.)

Getting pumped before the Jump. Oh foggy pier, what a nice picture you make...
Post- Swim: Do things that make you feel ALIVE!!soundtrack: Matt Nathanson-Car Crash
location: Huntington Beach- 6th street
New Year's Resolution: Jump in the Pacific at night once a month
Conclusion: to do crazy things and make memories and laughs with your best friend is the best way to make them.

A Shout OUT: My favorite Crane
jamie crane has saved my life many times in 3 years, and is the person i look to for the most spiritual strength and genuine character outside of my mom & sister. she's going on a mission... and i confess when she told me for sure her papers were done & going in i just got off the phone & had a little cry. ugh why do people i love & want to be close to forever always leave me FOREVER??
Well at least she came to visit for 4 days and i haven't felt SO GRATEFUL for the friends i've been blessed!! It was amazing. Not only did she sing with my in church, she also made me laugh harder and smile more than ever!! :)
This is our attempt at a self-timed jumping shot. it didn't work, except to cause extreme laughing.