Thursday:
I had dinner with one of my closest friends while my husband was at class. We laughed for at least a straight hour and talked about all sorts of things girls shouldn't talk about. And I encouraged her to say and do all sorts of brave and embarrassing things regarding boys she encounters in her single life. I can't wait to hear the results! ;)
Friday:
I took half a day off from work to sleep—because 7 1/2 hours the night before wasn't enough.
Saturday:
I used a blow dryer on my hair for the first time in weeks. And I vow not to wear makeup or a bra today... until I absolutely have to. My mind is racing and I feel the urge to do something big, something brave, something stupid. I am thinking of doing anything besides gathering my thoughts for my talk in church tomorrow.
I sent my husband to got me a Diet Coke this morning because I was ready for a nap at 11a.m.
I'm supposedly starting the Body for Life program on Monday with two of my managers from work. I don't have the heart to tell them that I'll be cheating during all of the 12 weeks. Why would life be worth living if I couldn't bake cookies, make Muddy Buddies, chew Bubble Tape, and enjoy a nice, juicy pot roast with a side of creamy mashed potatoes?? I can workout fine, and I'll make meal adjustments as possible, but I'm not going to kill myself over this. Wish me luck ;) [And if you know me well, you won't be surprised in a few weeks when you read the post that I decided Body for Life was for the birds.]
The end.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Phew....
All I have to say today is that I am more grateful that I can express that I'm not single. Facebook continually reminds me of the single life I was in so recently. I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy. Well... maybe on my worst enemy. And I pray for my single friends that they will soon find their "T.M.I.M." and be eternally happy. It's funny to think that for so long I thought being single was the best way to be. And only a couple of months later, I can't imagine it any other way. Maybe it's just because it was right for me. Maybe it's because this is the kind of love you can't fake... it's the kind that slapped us both in the face after four years of wondering what on earth we were waiting for (which was probably me... waiting for me to grow up, by the way).
Happily married. Lucky in love. So blessed. And very tired.
p.s. What are the odds that the post about flagellant gym-goers would have more responses than I've seen in years? You people never cease to amaze me.
Happily married. Lucky in love. So blessed. And very tired.
p.s. What are the odds that the post about flagellant gym-goers would have more responses than I've seen in years? You people never cease to amaze me.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Excuse you...
Why is it that I am the ONLY person who laughs when someone toots in my yoga class?! There are nearly 20 adults... I can't be the only one who thinks it's funny! Not even my husband supported me in my laughter. He's so mature like that.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Blame it on the Roids
Next time your doctor decides to put you on a new medication, even for what he may call a short stint, do your research before you agree to take it. Because you might come across such side affects as THESE:
"Fluid retention, swelling, or rapid and unexplained weight gain"
Because every woman enjoys rapid, unexpected weight gain during her first two months of marriage. And so ends my old man crush on my doctor. And also my interaction with the medication.
I hate my doctor.
"Fluid retention, swelling, or rapid and unexplained weight gain"
Because every woman enjoys rapid, unexpected weight gain during her first two months of marriage. And so ends my old man crush on my doctor. And also my interaction with the medication.
I hate my doctor.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
My stupid mouth
My good friend (somehow that phrase doesn't do her justice), Lara, was kind enough to remind be I'm two days behind in blogging. I hate to admit I have kept you in anticipation for a rather disappointing update. I have just a couple of minutes to write as I sit here and wait for two cute little boys to show up and "brighton" my day.
Here's my memory from Friday:
I've always known that gossip is a hurtful, hurtful thing. So I've always tried to live by my mantra, "Don't say anything about another person that you couldn't say to their face." I thought that was fair. I thought I was going people a favor. Then, on Friday, I lived by my mantra still and I said what I thought were factual things about another person. But I didn't consider the fact that the person might feel bad just by simply knowing I was spreading these "facts" about them. When I realized that the person I was speaking of most likely heard all the factual information I said, I felt sick to my stomach. So what if it is true—I had no right to talk about her. It wasn't even necessary. I can only imagine how horrible this person must have felt knowing that they were the topic of conversation for others... I can imagine because I've been in their shoes and hated how it felt. I feel so horrible. I can't stop thinking about it. And I am so embarrassed that I did something so junior high. I need to be a much better person, and live by a new mantra: Just stop talking about other people!
Thursday's memory is a bit better: (Yes, I am working backwards)
Sometimes in life we get caught in a downward spiral of negativity. This is easy to do in the winter time, when stress is high, sleep is rare, and other factors are frustrating in your life. I have spent the last couple weeks in this negativity spiral. And then my friends saved me. I can't believe the power of friendship... true friendship. I spent a heart-warming Wednesday night with one of the most true friends I have ever known. And Thursday night with two more of the most devoted friends I have ever known. We didn't do much of anything besides buy fabric, eat, and talk. But I was a totally different person after spending time with these people. I love them so much. I thank God every day for good friends, true friends, who fill a void in your life that no one else could. I can only hope to be as good of a friend to these girls as they've been to me... for years, and years.
I keep looking out the window and my boys aren't here yet. (sigh) But I'm peacing out anyway....
Word.
Here's my memory from Friday:
I've always known that gossip is a hurtful, hurtful thing. So I've always tried to live by my mantra, "Don't say anything about another person that you couldn't say to their face." I thought that was fair. I thought I was going people a favor. Then, on Friday, I lived by my mantra still and I said what I thought were factual things about another person. But I didn't consider the fact that the person might feel bad just by simply knowing I was spreading these "facts" about them. When I realized that the person I was speaking of most likely heard all the factual information I said, I felt sick to my stomach. So what if it is true—I had no right to talk about her. It wasn't even necessary. I can only imagine how horrible this person must have felt knowing that they were the topic of conversation for others... I can imagine because I've been in their shoes and hated how it felt. I feel so horrible. I can't stop thinking about it. And I am so embarrassed that I did something so junior high. I need to be a much better person, and live by a new mantra: Just stop talking about other people!
Thursday's memory is a bit better: (Yes, I am working backwards)
Sometimes in life we get caught in a downward spiral of negativity. This is easy to do in the winter time, when stress is high, sleep is rare, and other factors are frustrating in your life. I have spent the last couple weeks in this negativity spiral. And then my friends saved me. I can't believe the power of friendship... true friendship. I spent a heart-warming Wednesday night with one of the most true friends I have ever known. And Thursday night with two more of the most devoted friends I have ever known. We didn't do much of anything besides buy fabric, eat, and talk. But I was a totally different person after spending time with these people. I love them so much. I thank God every day for good friends, true friends, who fill a void in your life that no one else could. I can only hope to be as good of a friend to these girls as they've been to me... for years, and years.
I keep looking out the window and my boys aren't here yet. (sigh) But I'm peacing out anyway....
Word.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Excuses, excuses
I didn't blog last night because I thought it would be a good time to have an emotional breakdown. I'm a girl, so I get to have those every once in a while, no questions asked.
Today I was seduced by a can of rainbow chip frosting and graham crackers. It didn't take long for me to realize that fidelity to foods with actual nutritional value was the better choice.
These two events may or may not be related.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Why I'm Moving to the North Pole
I claim to be no scholar of politics and American government. However, I have always has a keen interest in U.S. history and the current events in politics. At many times in my short life I have been frustrated with our government, even embarrassed—by members of either party. There have also been times when I have been proud of the accomplishments of our government and honored to be a citizen of this country. But never before have I felt so much like I was suddenly transported to Russia. Never before have I felt like the voice of the people meant absolutely nothing to power-hungry federal government members. Never before have I felt like the people in power have totally forgotten who they are working for, who hired them.
Just for the sake of discussion, I am going to draw some parallels between some current goings on and the Declaration of Independence. Why? Because many times in my job I get the opportunity to review this marvelous writing and think about what it means. And because lately, I feel as if I can relate to these founding fathers. I feel some of their same frustrations. I've liked to the entire copy of the article, but I will be selecting only excerpts for my discussion.
From the Preamble:
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. This represents my overall frustration. It sure is hard to pursue happiness when anytime you succeed, you are taxed. Or there is some sort of government regulation against your success.
--That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, -- Deriving their powers from the consent of the governed doesn't mean that if only 30% of your nation wants your bill, you pass it anyway. These men and women of congress are our representatives, yet their choices and actions aren't the representation of what the people want in so many cases.
Speaking of the King's abuses of power:
He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures. This sounds a lot like the so-called town meetings (to get feedback on the healthcare legislation) that were being held in CT and other places in the east where people weren't allowed to leave until the wee hours of the morning. Or when would be meeting attendees weren't informed of the meetings until the day after the meeting.
He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws No where in our constitution or in our laws does it state that it is the responsibility of government to provide healthcare, and regulate industries for our nation.
For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent: Exactly. Cadillac tax, anyone? And so on...
For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws, and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments: In present day, taking away states' rights or mandating that they do certain things in a way outlined by the federal government.
Conclusion of the Declaration:
Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our Brittish brethren. Nor have WE been wanting in attentions from our federal brethren.
I know that at all times in our government's history, unfortunately, some men and women in power have been corrupt. That will be an eternal truth. But why are so many people in power so unfamiliar with or resistant to the reasons for the creation of the country anyway? Men came here for freedom from many things. These men had seen horrible government. They had also seen many things in government, that if implemented correctly, would work. They wanted to create a government using the pieces from their old government that did and could work and new pieces to fill voids seen in former governments. They wrote a constitution. And in that constitution they included the rule of law or supremacy law. This law means that the law is above everyone and applies to everyone. Why, then, do so many men and women in high government positions feel that this doesn't apply to them? And why are they still allowed to remain in position when it is clear to the world that they don't feel this pertains to them? It's late. And my mind on government matters is everywhere. I have no concise point to wrap this up. Just that I'm beyond disappointed in the men and women of our government. Particularly federal government. Take a moment for a reality check. Imagine what it must feel like to be the average citizen right now. Forget your personal agenda, your quest for power and accomplishment. Admit that you were wrong. And get back to working for the people.
Just for the sake of discussion, I am going to draw some parallels between some current goings on and the Declaration of Independence. Why? Because many times in my job I get the opportunity to review this marvelous writing and think about what it means. And because lately, I feel as if I can relate to these founding fathers. I feel some of their same frustrations. I've liked to the entire copy of the article, but I will be selecting only excerpts for my discussion.
From the Preamble:
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. This represents my overall frustration. It sure is hard to pursue happiness when anytime you succeed, you are taxed. Or there is some sort of government regulation against your success.
--That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, -- Deriving their powers from the consent of the governed doesn't mean that if only 30% of your nation wants your bill, you pass it anyway. These men and women of congress are our representatives, yet their choices and actions aren't the representation of what the people want in so many cases.
Speaking of the King's abuses of power:
He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures. This sounds a lot like the so-called town meetings (to get feedback on the healthcare legislation) that were being held in CT and other places in the east where people weren't allowed to leave until the wee hours of the morning. Or when would be meeting attendees weren't informed of the meetings until the day after the meeting.
He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws No where in our constitution or in our laws does it state that it is the responsibility of government to provide healthcare, and regulate industries for our nation.
For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent: Exactly. Cadillac tax, anyone? And so on...
For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws, and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments: In present day, taking away states' rights or mandating that they do certain things in a way outlined by the federal government.
Conclusion of the Declaration:
Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our Brittish brethren. Nor have WE been wanting in attentions from our federal brethren.
I know that at all times in our government's history, unfortunately, some men and women in power have been corrupt. That will be an eternal truth. But why are so many people in power so unfamiliar with or resistant to the reasons for the creation of the country anyway? Men came here for freedom from many things. These men had seen horrible government. They had also seen many things in government, that if implemented correctly, would work. They wanted to create a government using the pieces from their old government that did and could work and new pieces to fill voids seen in former governments. They wrote a constitution. And in that constitution they included the rule of law or supremacy law. This law means that the law is above everyone and applies to everyone. Why, then, do so many men and women in high government positions feel that this doesn't apply to them? And why are they still allowed to remain in position when it is clear to the world that they don't feel this pertains to them? It's late. And my mind on government matters is everywhere. I have no concise point to wrap this up. Just that I'm beyond disappointed in the men and women of our government. Particularly federal government. Take a moment for a reality check. Imagine what it must feel like to be the average citizen right now. Forget your personal agenda, your quest for power and accomplishment. Admit that you were wrong. And get back to working for the people.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
A First for Everything
Today I watched my very first ever episode of "24."
It reminded me of college student government elections in 2004. I think the show had just come out. Some students had created a whole campaign for Jack Bauer and placed big, plywood signs promoting him all over campus. I can't remember who won. But I don't think it was Jack. The signs were taken down the day after they were put up. Some people can't appreciate a good joke.
It reminded me of college student government elections in 2004. I think the show had just come out. Some students had created a whole campaign for Jack Bauer and placed big, plywood signs promoting him all over campus. I can't remember who won. But I don't think it was Jack. The signs were taken down the day after they were put up. Some people can't appreciate a good joke.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
I'b Sick Bom
I am forgiving myself for not posting yesterday; I've been sick.
Today I can breathe through one nostril.
Today I can breathe through one nostril.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
I'm so ashamed...
I just heard a song come across my Pandora station that I'm not familiar with, and I really liked it.
So I looked at the Pandora window to give it a thumb's up
only to discover
to my HORROR
that it was
a Bruce Springsteen song.
I am so ashamed!!!
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
2009 Year in Review
Special Olympic Utah Winter Games
"Just add water" boyfriend...
.... who my nephews had really high hopes for.
Cinderella revival
Dinner with my friends
Recognize the guy pulling the awesome face? Yeah, that's my then-friend turned husband.
I celebrated the Holi Festival of Colors by having one single handful of chalk tossed right into my eyes, then rubbing my face on my friend's shirt.
Date nights with the Wee Ones!
Best concert yet, featuring Mat Kearney...
... and Keane
Oh, yeah. I spent a good chunk of my summer in Europe.
I went here....
Swam in here....
Slept here (with many strangers)...
Toured here....
Was ECSTATIC about going here...
Even more excited about eating this...
Strolled by here....
And returned home to celebrate my birthday with friends like these.
Weber River tubing excursion and near-death experience
Antelope by Moonlight
Lots and lots of giggling with this girl
My first "date" with my friend... who is now my husband
I invited him to hear the Symphony play at Sundance
The first bouquet of flowers I received from a boy that didn't send my running...
though I thought about it briefly
Summer nights at Deer Valley with the Utah Symphony
Engagement party in Oregon with T.M.I.M.'s family
Where we were spoilt beyond belief and received these awesome hats
Indoor surfing on T.M.I.M's golden birthday
Wedding dress shopping
I got a new niece!
I GOT MARRIED to my best friend and the love of my life. I never have been so happy.
[Insert wedding pictures that are on husband's
computer at a later time]
See our friend Lindsay's blog for some of our photos of the big day.
My long-coveted Kitchen Aide mixer
My first Christmas as a married woman... my husband and I gave each other the same gift
So far, so good, eh?!
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Hypocrisy=Democracy
When running for president, Barack Obama criticized Senator McCain for his plans to tax health benefits. Now President Obama is pushing the Cadillac Tax. Something doesn't match up.
Also while running for president and during his presidency, Barack Obama has expressed numerous times the importance of publicizing the health care debates. Yet they're being had in private, behind closed doors. Something doesn't add up.
Only two examples of the many things going on right now in federal government that DON'T match up!
[Prepare yourself for a moment of extreme immaturity.]
I just really want to show up at the front doors of the whitehouse so I can tell President Obama and Congress to bite me.
Also while running for president and during his presidency, Barack Obama has expressed numerous times the importance of publicizing the health care debates. Yet they're being had in private, behind closed doors. Something doesn't add up.
Only two examples of the many things going on right now in federal government that DON'T match up!
[Prepare yourself for a moment of extreme immaturity.]
I just really want to show up at the front doors of the whitehouse so I can tell President Obama and Congress to bite me.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Resolution, Smesolution
I don't believe in New Year's resolutions. They're just not for me. A year is much too long an expanse of time for me to focus on the same things. I like to just do little life inventories every few months and make small adjustments from there. That seems to be the most effective for me.
However, today I was asked to share my New Year's resolutions. I decided to jump on the band wagon this year and see how it goes—I decided on a resolution with a bit of a twist. This has been some time in the making, but here it goes.
In order to simplify my life, I have categorized myself, or my life, into four facets. Those four facets are as follows: God, family, work, and health. When presented with an opportunity or choice to do something, I ask myself which of the four, if any, facets it would support. If it doesn't support one, then I don't do that thing. Or, as Dwight would say, "I ask myself, ' Would an idiot do that thing?' And if it would, I do not do that thing." Basically the same idea.
For example:
Tickets to the symphony- family time and mental health time
Watching hours of TV- none of the above
Playing a few minutes of Mario with my husband- family time
Making quilts with my friends- family and health
Reading the scriptures each night- God, family, work, and health
Here's to streamlining life and trying a little harder to be a little better.
However, today I was asked to share my New Year's resolutions. I decided to jump on the band wagon this year and see how it goes—I decided on a resolution with a bit of a twist. This has been some time in the making, but here it goes.
In order to simplify my life, I have categorized myself, or my life, into four facets. Those four facets are as follows: God, family, work, and health. When presented with an opportunity or choice to do something, I ask myself which of the four, if any, facets it would support. If it doesn't support one, then I don't do that thing. Or, as Dwight would say, "I ask myself, ' Would an idiot do that thing?' And if it would, I do not do that thing." Basically the same idea.
For example:
Tickets to the symphony- family time and mental health time
Watching hours of TV- none of the above
Playing a few minutes of Mario with my husband- family time
Making quilts with my friends- family and health
Reading the scriptures each night- God, family, work, and health
Here's to streamlining life and trying a little harder to be a little better.
Saturday is a special day...
Day 8
Today is technically yesterday. But since I have yet to go to sleep, I'm going to call it "today." I like making the executive decisions about my blog. Although it is my blog, it makes me feel like I have some sort of power in this world.
Geeze, that black blanket over the bedroom window has yet to fail us.... slept in past 10:00 again this morning. I've decided that if I'm going to fully embrace this lifestyle, I'd better stop showering, take up fast food-eating, and possibly buy a Jazzy 500 series. Which, by the way, I have been eying each week at church... as the parade of motorized chairs enter the building. I began counting wheel chairs, power-assisted chairs, and walkers in my ward a few weeks ago. I gave up because I kept losing track of which ones I'd already counted. They all look alike—old people, you know.
After spending a good amount of the day lounging, we got all gussied up and left for our night out. T.M.I.M. bought me symphony tickets for Christmas. He knows how much I love it and it's kind of become our little tradition. We ate dinner in Salt Lake and then headed to the wood-paneled Abravenel Hall for Beethoven's Piano Concerto No.2. It was absolutely lovely. There was all sorts of hustle and bustle before the performance as people scrambled to find their seats. The symphony opened with a little number, and then the special guest performer joined them on the stage at the grand piano. It wasn't until about 30 minutes into his playing that I awoke from my trance and glanced around the room. No one was moving. We were all fixated by his playing. I've heard a few special guest pianists with the symphony, but he was by far the best. For what seemed like forever, no one coughed, no chairs squeaked, and I felt no urge to reach up and scratch the back of my head. It was an almost spiritual experience. Ah, the power of music. I loved it—until I began to be flooded with memories of my childhood of playing the piano and my now dead talent/un-tapped potential. Then I felt guilty and my ears turned hot and I was flushed with embarrassment as if everyone in the entire hall was looking at me, thinking, "You could've been great, you know. You totally dropped the ball, and now you're doomed to be average for the rest of your life." And I spent the rest of the concert making a mental list of all the average things I do in my life, and all the potential I didn't tap. But I think I'm okay with that. I wouldn't know how to handle greatness; I'm just not equipped for that sort of thing. That's what people without social skills are for. They need to be really, really great at something. Otherwise they would be lost in this world.
Now that I'm finished eating my graham cracker and I can hear the just-fallen-asleep steady breathing of my husband next to me, I think I'll turn in for the night.
Goodnight again, dear void.
Today is technically yesterday. But since I have yet to go to sleep, I'm going to call it "today." I like making the executive decisions about my blog. Although it is my blog, it makes me feel like I have some sort of power in this world.
Geeze, that black blanket over the bedroom window has yet to fail us.... slept in past 10:00 again this morning. I've decided that if I'm going to fully embrace this lifestyle, I'd better stop showering, take up fast food-eating, and possibly buy a Jazzy 500 series. Which, by the way, I have been eying each week at church... as the parade of motorized chairs enter the building. I began counting wheel chairs, power-assisted chairs, and walkers in my ward a few weeks ago. I gave up because I kept losing track of which ones I'd already counted. They all look alike—old people, you know.
After spending a good amount of the day lounging, we got all gussied up and left for our night out. T.M.I.M. bought me symphony tickets for Christmas. He knows how much I love it and it's kind of become our little tradition. We ate dinner in Salt Lake and then headed to the wood-paneled Abravenel Hall for Beethoven's Piano Concerto No.2. It was absolutely lovely. There was all sorts of hustle and bustle before the performance as people scrambled to find their seats. The symphony opened with a little number, and then the special guest performer joined them on the stage at the grand piano. It wasn't until about 30 minutes into his playing that I awoke from my trance and glanced around the room. No one was moving. We were all fixated by his playing. I've heard a few special guest pianists with the symphony, but he was by far the best. For what seemed like forever, no one coughed, no chairs squeaked, and I felt no urge to reach up and scratch the back of my head. It was an almost spiritual experience. Ah, the power of music. I loved it—until I began to be flooded with memories of my childhood of playing the piano and my now dead talent/un-tapped potential. Then I felt guilty and my ears turned hot and I was flushed with embarrassment as if everyone in the entire hall was looking at me, thinking, "You could've been great, you know. You totally dropped the ball, and now you're doomed to be average for the rest of your life." And I spent the rest of the concert making a mental list of all the average things I do in my life, and all the potential I didn't tap. But I think I'm okay with that. I wouldn't know how to handle greatness; I'm just not equipped for that sort of thing. That's what people without social skills are for. They need to be really, really great at something. Otherwise they would be lost in this world.
Now that I'm finished eating my graham cracker and I can hear the just-fallen-asleep steady breathing of my husband next to me, I think I'll turn in for the night.
Goodnight again, dear void.
Friday, January 8, 2010
I hate it when...
... stupid people try to act smart.
- Judge Judy
Today I went to work (shocker). I was super productive until about 1:00p.m. Then I spent the majority of the afternoon fighting the sleepies. The end result was something like Megan: 2 - Sleepies: 503.
Tonight the hubs and I took pizza to the folks' and watched Tivo-ed episodes of Judge Judy—Educational TV. Because my parents care about my well being. My husband and I hope and pray that we can someday experience the judicial system first-hand by being on Judge Judy. A girl can dream...
So, sue me.
- Judge Judy
Today I went to work (shocker). I was super productive until about 1:00p.m. Then I spent the majority of the afternoon fighting the sleepies. The end result was something like Megan: 2 - Sleepies: 503.
Tonight the hubs and I took pizza to the folks' and watched Tivo-ed episodes of Judge Judy—Educational TV. Because my parents care about my well being. My husband and I hope and pray that we can someday experience the judicial system first-hand by being on Judge Judy. A girl can dream...
So, sue me.
Not My Finest Moment
Day 6
Last night my husband and I were playing the New Super Mario Brothers Game. I got mad at him because he repeatedly stole my "bigs" unitentionally. So I called him a bad name, like a third-grader would. Then, in an effort to make me look less stupid, I claimed that I was calling his character, Luigi, the name—not him!
Later in the night, we laid awake in bed way too late pillow-talking about everything from the Creation to insects. Being married to my best friend is way too much fun.
Last night my husband and I were playing the New Super Mario Brothers Game. I got mad at him because he repeatedly stole my "bigs" unitentionally. So I called him a bad name, like a third-grader would. Then, in an effort to make me look less stupid, I claimed that I was calling his character, Luigi, the name—not him!
Later in the night, we laid awake in bed way too late pillow-talking about everything from the Creation to insects. Being married to my best friend is way too much fun.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Sequencing
Day 5
Today I did something brave.
Then I did something hard.
Unfortunately, after that I did something frustrating.
Next, I did something relaxing.
And finally, I did something routine.
I'm now I'm going to do something AWESOME: sleep.
Goodnight, dear void.
[To the person who can correctly name all my day's activities, I offer my husband's life savings.]
Today I did something brave.
Then I did something hard.
Unfortunately, after that I did something frustrating.
Next, I did something relaxing.
And finally, I did something routine.
I'm now I'm going to do something AWESOME: sleep.
Goodnight, dear void.
[To the person who can correctly name all my day's activities, I offer my husband's life savings.]
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Baby Come Back
The most important thing that has happened thus far today:
"Baby Come Back" by Player just started playing on my Pandora radio station. They don't make songs like this anymore....
"Baby Come Back" by Player just started playing on my Pandora radio station. They don't make songs like this anymore....
Monday, January 4, 2010
One Bite at a Time
What is the way to eat an elephant?
Day 3
If there's one thing I'm learning in my short marriage career, it's that you can't do it all. I just crawled in to a bed that was never made today. And after arriving home from work tonight, I put the dishes away from yesterday's dishwasher run, and washed the dishes from last night's dinner. What's the rush, right? On the bright side, we got up at our new, trial wake up time this morning—6:15ish. We both got to work earlier than usual, and made it to the gym in time to do cardio before yoga tonight. As a side note, I haven't done yoga for over two months, except for one time. So if I can actually walk tomorrow, I may walk myself into the grocery store to buy that one piece of wheat bread that makes me feel like I'm trying. But not until after I finish a handful of Cadbury Christmas candies. It's all about balance.
But mostly the things that's been on my mind the past 48 hours or so is rather sappy. So if you appose to sap, this is your cue to close the internet window.
As I've mentioned before, marriage was never something that I really wanted. I figured I'd get married eventually and have a family, but I was never worried about it. So when I realized that I was falling in love with t.m.i.m., it seemed like the biggest pain in my you know what! He had totally frustrated all my plans. I was mad at myself for loving him so much and a little mad at him for being so dang lovable. I wanted to marry him, to always be with him, but I secretly dreaded it. I knew it was going to be hard, and it wasn't in my plan right then. I just don't do well with things that come up for which I have not been planning; I need some mental preparation for big events in my life. So the whole first week or, well, three, I spent a lot of time shifting my thoughts. I was having so much fun, but it was SO HARD having someone there all the time! Even someone I loved so much! And I'd be lying if I didn't say that it was still a little unnerving at times. But something snapped in my yesterday. I realized that I'm not doing t.m.i.m, God, or anyone else a favor by going through with this marriage. It wasn't just something I had to do because I loved my husband SO much. I realized, just yesterday, that it was a blessing given to me. I know, isn't it so sad that it took me this long? But I was so overwhelmed all day thinking about it and wondering why I was so blessed, so looked after. I must have done something AWESOME at some point in my life to deserve this. Perhaps it was that time I let the cute boy cheat off my science test in third grade... but who really knows.
So that's the memory I have of the past 48 hours— thinking of how blessed I am and how glad I am to be married. I know what you're thinking: I'm growing up so fast!!
Day 3
If there's one thing I'm learning in my short marriage career, it's that you can't do it all. I just crawled in to a bed that was never made today. And after arriving home from work tonight, I put the dishes away from yesterday's dishwasher run, and washed the dishes from last night's dinner. What's the rush, right? On the bright side, we got up at our new, trial wake up time this morning—6:15ish. We both got to work earlier than usual, and made it to the gym in time to do cardio before yoga tonight. As a side note, I haven't done yoga for over two months, except for one time. So if I can actually walk tomorrow, I may walk myself into the grocery store to buy that one piece of wheat bread that makes me feel like I'm trying. But not until after I finish a handful of Cadbury Christmas candies. It's all about balance.
But mostly the things that's been on my mind the past 48 hours or so is rather sappy. So if you appose to sap, this is your cue to close the internet window.
As I've mentioned before, marriage was never something that I really wanted. I figured I'd get married eventually and have a family, but I was never worried about it. So when I realized that I was falling in love with t.m.i.m., it seemed like the biggest pain in my you know what! He had totally frustrated all my plans. I was mad at myself for loving him so much and a little mad at him for being so dang lovable. I wanted to marry him, to always be with him, but I secretly dreaded it. I knew it was going to be hard, and it wasn't in my plan right then. I just don't do well with things that come up for which I have not been planning; I need some mental preparation for big events in my life. So the whole first week or, well, three, I spent a lot of time shifting my thoughts. I was having so much fun, but it was SO HARD having someone there all the time! Even someone I loved so much! And I'd be lying if I didn't say that it was still a little unnerving at times. But something snapped in my yesterday. I realized that I'm not doing t.m.i.m, God, or anyone else a favor by going through with this marriage. It wasn't just something I had to do because I loved my husband SO much. I realized, just yesterday, that it was a blessing given to me. I know, isn't it so sad that it took me this long? But I was so overwhelmed all day thinking about it and wondering why I was so blessed, so looked after. I must have done something AWESOME at some point in my life to deserve this. Perhaps it was that time I let the cute boy cheat off my science test in third grade... but who really knows.
So that's the memory I have of the past 48 hours— thinking of how blessed I am and how glad I am to be married. I know what you're thinking: I'm growing up so fast!!
Sunday, January 3, 2010
White Trash Sunday
More of the ordinary....
Day 2
It's amazing what a dark blanket pinned over your window can do. Today my husband and I slept in until nearly ten, something I haven't done since I was in college (unless I was sick). I have no regrets.
Then after a slow day of getting ready and church, we made Macaroni and cheese. Because we're classy like that. I was so excited as I dove into my bowl. About 20 noodles later, I was regretting my meal decision.
And now I sit cross-legged in my purple and pink-striped leggins as I write this post and watch my husband write thank you notes.
Thus concludes the events of my white trash Sunday.
Day 2
It's amazing what a dark blanket pinned over your window can do. Today my husband and I slept in until nearly ten, something I haven't done since I was in college (unless I was sick). I have no regrets.
Then after a slow day of getting ready and church, we made Macaroni and cheese. Because we're classy like that. I was so excited as I dove into my bowl. About 20 noodles later, I was regretting my meal decision.
And now I sit cross-legged in my purple and pink-striped leggins as I write this post and watch my husband write thank you notes.
Thus concludes the events of my white trash Sunday.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
A New Blog for a New Year
For the past couple of years, I have enjoyed blogging. However, it was time to give the blog a facelift: a new blog for a new year. I hope you'll join me on my blogging adventures! This year I am going to write a short (possibly long, sometimes) memory of each days' events. So stay tuned as I record 364 memories of 2010! Oh, why 364? Because I forgot to start this yesterday. Oops.
Follow my adventures... click on the "Follow" button down in the right hand column.
Day 1
Today my husband and I conquered the New Super Marie Brothers Wii game—an event days in the making. I've never been more proud of the both of us. Perhaps we'll go to Disneyland to celebrate.
Follow my adventures... click on the "Follow" button down in the right hand column.
Day 1
Today my husband and I conquered the New Super Marie Brothers Wii game—an event days in the making. I've never been more proud of the both of us. Perhaps we'll go to Disneyland to celebrate.
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