lies I tell myself on Monday mornings

To say that I’ve never been a morning person would be an understatement. To say that I’m scary before breakfast and a Diet Coke would not. It’s usually hard for me to get up for work in the morning, but it’s especially hard on Monday mornings. For some reason, Monday mornings make my bed warmer and my husband snugglier, and it makes me want to stay in bed all day. So I lie to myself, and say:

It will be a toasty 70 degrees when you walk out the door.
Everyone you talk to on the phone today will be polite and competent and make your job easier.
You’re going to look so skinny in those dress pants.
Your hair will look flawless, no one will even notice all those split ends.
If you have a really bad day, Tyson will make you brownies when you get home.

Actually, the last one’s true : )

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sunday walks

Tyson once told me that I’m like a cat because I don’t mind staying home all day, but he’s like a puppy that needs to be walked daily. Today the weather allowed for a walk, so we walked around campus and took some pictures while talking about all the weird donations universities get that they don’t even know what to do with.

Exhibit A:

IMG_3695Myrmey, the stuffed anteater that lives on the first floor of the student center. I’m only slightly terrified of it.

Speaking of slightly terrified, did I mention that we live in front of the cemetery? Well, we live in front of the cemetery, and it really scared me when we first moved in, but now I find it kind of peaceful. (Except when I’m home alone and I picture some spirits floating across the street to socialize with the living.) Today, we walked through the cemetery to get to campus and saw a little deer family:

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in the midst of winter

In the midst of winter,

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We caught the tail end of a Utah summer when we first moved to Logan and watched in amazement as the leaves changed color at the beginning of fall. (California doesn’t really have seasons, it’s mostly just one long summer.) As the leaves started to fall and the temperature dropped, we braced ourselves for winter. With winter came the snow, the cold, and my inability to drive myself to work.

Have you ever lived through a winter so cold that you didn’t know if spring would ever come? That’s kind of what this past winter has been like. As we were driving today, we noticed dirty piles of snow on the side of the road. The snow is starting to melt, and it means that spring is coming. It’s almost unnoticeable at first, but then you start to see the touches of spring everywhere, the snow melting on the porch, a touch of green here and there, the sun touching everything and bringing it back to life.

There will be more winters, I don’t know how many more, but I know that they will all come to an end, like all seasons do. And then spring will come again, like it always does.

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I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.

the truth about friday

Screen shot 2013-02-16 at 12.02.04 AMFridays are my favorite because I get to wear jeans to work. I didn’t think much of jeans before, but a business casual workplace has opened my eyes to the magic that is being able to wear jeans. So on Fridays, I wear jeans to work and think about how I’m going to change the world. I also make 20,000 phone calls and snack on chocolate and Diet Coke while I’m on hold. By 3 pm, I’m thinking that maybe date night will be postponed until 8 pm instead of 6 pm like we’d planned. By 5 pm, I’m thinking that maybe date night will be postponed until Saturday night because it’s 5 pm and I. am. done. The truth about Friday is that I’m exhausted. I don’t have the energy to do the things I told myself I wanted to do, magical jeans and all.

After I got home today, I napped through all of Wheel of Fortune and most of Jeopardy. I only woke up to answer the final Jeopardy question. Emily Dickinson! Yay for me, I am 73.

Tyson microwaved the left-overs from our Valentine’s day dinner and we watched an episode of Revenge, pausing every few minutes to say, “I don’t trust him/her.” I’m not sure where the next few hours of our Friday night went, but suddenly, it was almost ten. I was ready for bed, but Tyson suggested we go to Wal-Mart to get some discounted Valentine’s Day candy. Always the adventurer, I zipped up my brown boots and set off to Wal-Mart. Not so deep down, I was hoping that the giant stuffed unicorn that I’d hidden under a creepy alligator and a sad bear would still be there, on sale for 98 cents. After roaming almost every aisle in Wal-Mart, I was feeling very me 2006. I thought about buying some crocheting needles and a big bottle of glitter. Wal-Mart was being Wal-Mart. Our search for Valentine’s Day candy and giant stuffed unicorn was unprofitable, and we returned home, sad and empty-handed.

Needless to say, this weekend is off to a rough start.  Saturday, we’re all counting on you to turn this weekend around!