I haven't loved working this summer. There. I said it. I don't like getting on the train and riding 50 minutes away from my little apartment and Eric and then taking a bus full of crazy, smelly people for another 20 minutes to work. I just don't. And I can't say that I am really loving the projects I work on either. I don't know if it is where I work, or if I would feel this way about any place, but now you know. The one good thing about my day is that I have a hilarious co-worker. She and I hit it off from day one - I think in part because she reminds me of my sisters a bit...talks to herself, makes weird noises and faces, catches on to inside jokes, etc.
Today we both brought bananas to work, which led to a magical moment of kindred spiritness:
Kate: You know, I don't really love bananas (takes a bite).
Me: Me neither (also takes a bite).
Kate: And, like, in theory, I do, you know? It's like the essential travel fruit. Nothing packs like a banana.
Me: Oh, I know, right? It's like an orange, but so much less work. A banana is like a can of coke. And an orange is like....a bottle of coke.
So, sometimes my husband and I fight. Whaaaa? I know. How original of us. But we never fight long...because Taylor (my husband) has this irritating way of reminding me what's really important in life. I don't think he means to? I think he just wants to get out of me being mad at him for the rest of the day...but anyway, our "altercations" usually go a little something like this:
Taylor: *Insert something irritating here*
Brittany: "OH. my gosh. I can't be in the same room as you right now."
Taylor: *bear hug me so i'm unable to leave* "Britt! Come on! I was just kidding!"
Brittany: "Taylor! You can't say something like that, that you KNOW will upset me and then just try and hug the anger out of me. It doesn't work like that!"
Taylor: "You're gonna miss this when I'm deployed again..."
Brittany: "....sigh." He's right. I will.
How much do I love this picture? A whole freaking lot.
It's twisted, isn't it? He doesn't fight fair. But however annoying it is, I'm grateful that he reminds me to cherish the little things about us being together now. It's been a year and 2 months since he's been home and I feel the anxiety creeping in about him getting deployed again. It's stupid and so doomsday-ish, but. I am my mother's child--anxiety and I are besties.
I read this story today, and my heart hurts so much for her and her family that I just had to remind myself (yet again) never to take anything for granted. My worst nightmare, come true. Hug the people you love! And keep her, and all military families, in your prayers, please.
Hey, party people. Brittany...aka Sister Number 2...checking in.
I'm really excited about this blog.
Pretty soon (as in August) we'll all be in different places and this is a place for us to keep each other updated and amused even though we are miles and miles apart.
So, please! Stay a while and enjoy this blog. Cause we will. My chin and I can't wait. :)))) <----(double chin smiley face. WIN.)
p.s. you're welcome seesters for not posting YOUR fatbooth pictures. i was sorely tempted. i just didn't want my awesome to be overshadowed.
Now, why is that a big deal? What's wrong with that? Skipping a day once in a while isn't a problem. You can even justify it as being good for yourself, right? Or at least, that's what I've been telling myself since the day senior year that I realized, I honestly couldn't remember the last week since seventh grade that I had showered every single day. I'm not joking.
Here's where it gets crazy... this would be my third day not showering. And I'm not like Brittany, who can go without washing her hair for six days and still look like a Sephora ad. I didn't inherit those genes. I clearly LOOK like it's been three days. And yet... and yet. You know?
I just keep sitting in my room. Halfway wondering, Third day's the charm? Right? If I was brave enough to post a webcam picture of me right now, you'd know that the answer to that question is, no. It is wrong. It is VERY wrong. My hair looks almost wet. And I have a date tonight, to a Real Salt Lake game. Which is first of all, super exciting! I've never been before. And second of all, is incredible because Cody has six FREE tickets that are worth like... forty dollars at least each. I mean, this is one good date. There are even two girls from school that I absolutely love coming, I invited them and they invited dates - and I am so excited to see them.
Curse these people, and my knowledge that they will love me no matter what. It makes showering look so overrated. Not the actual shower, but the getting ready process attached. I just thought I'd post this to the sister blog, because I know I am speaking your language, my sisters. You know exactly where I'm coming from.
Also, I want to give credit to the phrase, Here's where it gets crazy. In advisory - that joke of a 45 minute period - my advisory teacher would always play conspiracy theory videos. Poorly made ones at that. I LOVED it. He was a football coach for our school, but part of me wishes he was my life coach, cause he was pretty much awesome. Enjoy this little gem:
Last weekend, I made Eric take me to the library because I had a serious Joan Lowry Nixon craving. I was totally jonesin' for a classic 1970s teen mystery novel. I don't know why; I guess I was feeling nostalgic for summers long ago. Anyway, it was all good and fine until I got to the front counter to check out. As I looked down at my pile of trashy teen novels (no, Twilight was not one of them), I felt a waive of embarrassment wash over me. It was probably like buying hemorrhoid cream..."uh, it's not for me..." Yeah, right. I tried to play it cool with the librarian, but she wasn't having any of it.
Me (forced laughter): Yeah, I am so glad you guys had some Joan Lowry Nixon books. You know when you just get a craving for a book?
Librarian (silent stare).
Me (talking a little faster): Like it's kind of nostalgic? And it reminds you of a certain point in your life?
Librarian (grimace of acknowledgment).
Me: Well, anyway, I was just having that. You know, just wishing...I was thirteen again (pausing as I realize how stupid that sounded).
Librarian (more silence).
Me (a little huffy and defensive): Anyway, I don't usually read these kind of books! (Grabs stack from the counter and stomps out to the car).
