It’s kind of hard to decorate cinderblock, but our bare walls had been bugging us for a while. Last week, we decided to get crafty and went to Michael’s to buy some decorating supplies. I love Michael’s. I love the way it smells. I love how much square footage is dedicated to glitter. I love that I always feel more creative when I’m there. There’s only one problem with Michael’s, maybe two:
1. I want to buy everything.
2. I can’t afford to buy everything.
3. I can’t live there.
Okay, three problems. Anyway, back to our walls:
We wanted to get some more pictures up, so we picked some of our old favorites from when we were
babies dating. I love the way we’re looking at each other in these pictures. I hope we always look at each other that way.
Here’s the finished product:
I’m going to go daydream about living in a place where we can paint our walls now.
*by extreme, I really mean not so extreme
Tyson worked until late on Friday night, and at first I was kind of excited to have the apartment all to myself. I would watch my girly tv shows (r.i.p. Gossip Girl) and paint my nails, maybe I would even take a nap.
After I dropped Tyson off at work, I came home to an apartment that was way too quiet. I turned the TV on and had “I Found the Dress” just so I could have some noise in the background. I cleaned the kitchen, the living room, and counted down the hours until Tyson came home. I tried taking a nap, but I was either too warm or too cold. I tried doing my nails, but I couldn’t find my nail polish and I got scared when I went to look under our bed. By the time Tyson got home, I was like, “Please never leave me again!”
After Tyson got home, we went to one of the few places in Logan that’s open 24 hours to get some food. We got a free quesadilla, and I was like, “It was so meant to be that we came here,” because I think everything is meant to be. Happiness is a Friday night with free food and watching Community with Tyson.
On Saturday, I thought that I would have Tyson all to myself, but he had to study : ( so I sat by him and volunteered my flashcard-making services and tried not to sound like this girl when I asked him if we would ever get to go on a date again:
I take back what I said about missing finals week. Finals are the worst. Can I have my husband back now? I was promised a date.
This semester flew by, (it’s easy to say that when you’re not the one actually going to class, studying, or taking tests…) and finals week is next week! I always felt torn about finals week. On the one hand, you have to take finals, and they’re usually worth about 95% of your grade. On the other hand, I always saw finals week as a license to do pretty much whatever I wanted. I can take my third consecutive nap on that really comfy couch at Starbucks because it’s finals week and jazz makes me sleepy. I can have a Diet Coke and a double chocolate muffin for breakfast because it’s finals week. I can skip the gym because it’s finals week, or because I’m me, and what is a gym?
Anyway. Don’t even get me started on the week before finals week. You’re starting to feel the pressure, but not so much that you can’t blow off studying and go on a Target run to get colorful pens, mini post-its, and tons of snacks because they’re going to help you study, of course.
Finals week, how I miss you!
Tyson does not get that finals week is a big deal. His college experience is not mine. He never lived in the dorms, or almost became an art major, or went to Jack in the Box at three in the morning with his roommates. An aspect of college life that he does not get to miss out on is finals week. Or finals week perks.
Don’t worry, there’s some granola bars under all that candy. That’s healthy, right?
Because people who are
taking finals my husband deserve to be spoiled.
A few weeks ago, Tyson picked me up from work just as it was starting to rain. My hometown gets less than three inches of rain per year, so rain is still really exciting for me. Tyson knows how much I love the rain, so we threw some chicken in the crock pot and went for a drive.
We ended up taking the same drive that we took when we went up to Idaho, and it was even more beautiful this time. Before I moved to Utah, I thought the whole state would just be a frozen tundra, but some places here are so beautiful that it’s just unreal. This is one of those places.
Spring is the only season that we haven’t yet experienced in Utah. Soon, it will be summer, and we will have been here for a whole year. I have to admit that I’m sort of disappointed by all of the things I haven’t done yet. I worry that it will soon be spring again, and I’m going to realize that I was once again just as dormant as the plants that were under piles of snow.
There is so much that I want to do and become, but good intentions are not enough. When we leave Utah, I want to have something to show for our time here. I want for my marriage to be better than it was when we got here, for my faith to be stronger, and for my writing to be more polished.
It’s time to wake up, and start doing the things that I always said I would do. There will never be a practical time for me to follow my dreams, but I’m going to start now anyway.
I know that the rain makes some people sad, but for me, rain has always been symbolic of cleansing, renewal, and hope. It’s as if every little raindrop that falls to the Earth is saying:
I spent all of last week battling a cold. The cold won big-time. There were so many things that I wanted to do, but I just did not have the energy. All I wanted to do was snuggle and sleep. I feel like being sick really makes you appreciate normalcy. By Thursday, all I wanted was to be able to take a phone call without having to excuse myself to blow my nose. By the time the weekend started, I was so ready to not be sick anymore.
Saturdays are my favorite because we get to spend the whole day together, so I was not about to let the last of my cold ruin that for us. We went out despite the rainy wind, and ended up at Burgers Express, a little burger place that we drive by pretty much every day but had never been to. I should’ve probably been at home eating chicken soup, but I had a cheeseburger and curly fries instead, and it was exactly what I needed in order to truly get rid of my cold. We napped our food away and then went to the dollar theater to watch the latest Nicholas Sparks movie. Maybe I should stop rolling my eyes every time I see a trailer for a movie that’s based off of his book because we actually both really liked it..
Maybe resting and drinking lots of liquids isn’t the cure for the common cold. Maybe the answer is good food and a movie that got a 13% on Rotten Tomatoes. And snuggling with a cute boy. Lots of snuggling.
This post has no pictures, so here’s some old pictures of Tyson wearing my hair:
He would be a stunning brunette.