My Madeline shirt got hit on today. And it was funny.

It was the guy at the Sugar and Spice when we were getting some yummy mint brownies after lunch. I was wearing my amazing Madeline shirt, the one where she's saying "Oh la la!" Well, he said, "that's an amazing shirt." and I was like, "yeah, I like it." Then he was like, "if you weren't already married to him, " (pointing to Mike) "then I would propose right here right now." I was like, um, well, sorry, etc. then Mike was like "that's the shirt she was wearing when I did propose!" and the cahier guy was like "no way!" and then the other girl gave us our brownies, and the guy was like "do you have any sisters that you could, like, give that shirt to?" and I was like "yeah, but the oldest one's only 16" and he was like "I can wait." It was kind of funny.
Anyways, I need some ideas. I have to do my adaptation project like this week. It's due mighty soon. Gross, huh?
I'm really sunburned. Even my french teacher commented on it and asked me if I had some aloe vera. I do, by the way. It's in the fridge. But I'm still like a walking skin cancer target.

I just passed a guy running through the math building in a white shirt and tie, sunglasses, army shorts, and bare feet.

Also, today on my way to work, I was walking out of the Wilk and a girl saw me coming and went through an entirely different entrance because we were wearing the exact same shirt. I think that's a good sign that I'm wearing a good shirt because somebody else is wearing it too.
Also, I'm really bored. Ruth isn't here, so I've been working on my HEPE class. So you'll probably see lots of these kinds of posts this week while she's gone.
Also, Noelle and I totally remodeled all the bulletin boards in the hallways and now they are amazing.
Also, Noelle left me a balloon with face on it that we had at our ice cream party last week as company. It also kept me company when she was in New York all week. Those were dark days . . .
Also, I think The Kite Runner is a sad book. I don't really want to watch the movie. But I have to.
Also, I have to make my adaptation project soon. It's kind of due really soon. Oh well.

My husband would like it to be known that he beat me at Scrabble.

For the first and only time. And he only beat me because I still had a Z left over that I couldn't use. That's it. Hmphf. 

Happy Memorial Day!

I am going to give a full description of my entire weekend. It was pretty fantastic.

Thursday we watched "Taken." I'm not so sure that was a good idea. Liam Neeson is a great actor, don't get me wrong, but I'm easily creeped out, and it was pretty creepy. And it got over, and we were both like, "what is this supposed to teach children? That it's okay to kill as many people, innocent and otherwise, as you want, just to make sure that your own immediate family is okay?" Seriously.

Friday, I made real dinner. Really. Chicken and peas in a cream sauce over rice. It was really tasty. I'm already hungry for it again. Aw, man . . .

Then we used our last free red box rental to get "Paul Blart Mall Cop." Holy cow. That movie was so hilarious. And it was rated PG! Mike and I laughed SO MUCH. I don't know. It was probably really dumb and we were just tired late at night. Oh well. I still liked it a lot. :)

Saturday was a good day. After sleeping in (a lot! It was beautiful!) we went to the park and ate lunch (including yummy pie) and threw a frisbee around. It was awesome! I'm a much better frisbee-thrower than Michael . . . sometimes . . . when the wind is blowing in his direction . . .

After that we went to the temple. Which = awesome. It was amazing. As always. :)

And that night, after we had not real dinner (it's not an every single night kind of thing for me, okay?) I randomly started reading The Princess Bride to Michael, including all of Goldman's ramblings, which I happen to think are hilarious. Well, long story short, he got completely sucked in, because he's never read the book before. So I kept reading, and he took a couple of turns, and I kept reading . . . until like 2 in the morning. Right after Westley and Inigo dueled, the two greatest swordsman since the Wizard of Corsica. It was epic.

Needless to say, we were a bit tired the next morning and didn't wake up in time to go to choir practice. But we did, however, wake up with enough time to look pretty AND get to church in time to warm up and play twenty minutes of prelude. (I was the organist yesterday). And I am so grateful for generic topics like Provident Living where I can choose easy, familiar hymns like "Did you think to pray?" and "I Need Thee Every Hour" and they still match. It went very smoothly, thank you, even if it didn't sound necessarily good . . .

Well, that afternoon, Mike and I totally fell asleep at like 4:30, right after we'd had lunch and stuff, and didn't wake up until 8. Not on purpose. So it was a seriously good thing we didn't have school yesterday, because we were up kind of late. You know how if you let your toddler have a dinnertime nap he never goes to bed eVER AGAIN? Well, it's the same thing with college students. So we played Sorry and Uno and stuff instead of sleeping that night.

And slept in LIKE CRAZY yesterday. But then we woke up and I did Pilates and Michael tried (he thinks I have killer abs--I'm just slightly more flexible than mr. ultra-non-flexible). And then we had pancakes and orange julius and took a shower and I cut my hair (okay, I didn't actually cut my hair. The salonist did) and it's super short and super cute. I think I'll put the pictures up when I get home this afternoon. So then, I came home and Mike and I ate and read some more Princess Bride and then we walked all the way around Wymount. We just wanted to get out of the house, and sort of thought of finding the sand volleyball pits, because we'd heard all about them, but never seen them. So we walked, for a long time, all the way around the entire complex, and do you know what? The sand volleyball pit is directly next to our laundromat. We can see it from our front window. That's embarassing . . .

So anyways, then we decided to go goofy golfing. And I TOTALLY skunked Michael. Okay, not really. He kind of skunked me. But I came close a couple of times. I got some really good scores. It's just that he got a hole in one in the almost last one. It was totally gross. Then we went home and I made banana bread and we had family home evening. It was a good night. I kind of had a headache (I don't think I drank enough water) so I slept like a rock and it was hard to wake up this morning. But I did, and it's a beautiful day outside. Happy Tuesday!

What a beautiful day! It's summertime!

Today after my class (which I was completely prepared for . . . for a change) I realized that I'd forgotten my water bottle, so I walked home in the sunshine to get it. (I have a two hour break between class and work on Mon, Wed, Fri). After that, I sat on the grass underneath a shady tree and ate my lunch. Mike came to visit and eat his lunch, but his break from work is only 15 minutes. So I was by myself for a while. I tried to do the crossword puzzle, but I haven't mastered Wednesday yet. Mike and I can do Monday and Tuesday puzzles easy, but we're still working up to Wednesday. So I watched people. It seems that springtime has enveloped the campus, and even the cranky people (whom I know are cranky -- I am a frequent people-watcher) have a happy sort of glow around their cranky-ness. Professors even laugh with as they're scurrying from building to building. And any random passer-by is subject to be hit by a speeding byciclist. And everybody is wearing shorts and either tan or sunburned. Me, I take the sunburned part. That's why I was sitting under a tree. :)

I'm Stalling.

Mike says I can't go to sleep until I write my French composition. But I'm REALLY bored. I guess I'll just never go to sleep then . . . French is boring sometimes . . . but then, so is sleeping. I give it up. Forever. I'm on a no-sleep diet. Ha. 

 . . . 

It's sad when standing up to my husband means no sleeping . . . now I'm sad . . . maybe I'll cave and write my composition so I can sleep . . . :S

Happy Mother's Day!

This weekend was AWESOME.
Friday: did I mention that May 8 is the one-year anniversary of Mike's and my first date? And we've already been married for 4 1/2 months . . . but I think I already said that. So we went to a baseball game against UNLV, and it was the second-to-last home game of the regular season (the last one was Saturday afternoon). We were all nervous because so far, every BYU baseball game we've been to we've lost, and Mike and I have started to get a bad luck complex about going to games . . . but we won! It was 7 to 4 so we didn't even have to play the bottom of the ninth! It was super fun. We snuck in some Reese's Pieces and wrapped up in blankets (it wasn't as warm as last year). We were almost in the top of the bleachers, and right behind us was a family with six kids, mostly boys, and they were having so much fun! Dad kept missing whole innings to get mountains of nachos and hotdogs, and mom was singing what sounded like joyschool songs with the ones who were too little to care about baseball. They were awesome! It made me want to have kids so I can take them to a baseball game . . .
Well, Saturday was a pretty good day, too. Mike and I went to the temple in the morning and did a whole bunch of initiatory for our family names (yay!) and it was awesome. Then we went home, washed sheets and had lunch, and then I went and used almost our last gift card money to get a new shower curtain (it's very cute, and white this time, so it totally opens up our bathroom) and a cord for our phone. . . but the phone still doesn't exactly work. See, we got a hand-me-down one from my parents, so first we had to get our own cord, and then it also wasn't the right base. It came from a set they used to have, and the one we got was the one that doesn't have the answering machine, it's just the extra extension. So we can get calls (at least it worked when we tried with our cell phones) . . . but we can't call anybody. oh well. We still have a few dollars to target. Maybe we'll just go get a new one or something.
Anyways . . . so then, we went to the Macaroni Grill, because Sunday was Mother's Day, and as Brother Heywood says, if you don't treat your wife like she was born with a divine motherhood and celebrate mother's day even before she has children, then that's just lazy! (I thought it was really funny when he said that.) But anyways, we went out for dinner, and it was super yummy, and we still think that Macaroni Grill makes the best Italian cream sodas. MMmmmmm.
After that, we went to the indoor/outdoor movie at the Wilk (basically, they show a movie in the ballroom and everyone brings blankets and pillows to sit on the floor.) It was Muppets from Space, and we laughed a ton! I'm pretty sure we laughed more than anybody else there . . . I guess we were just in the right moods . . .
Then, for dessert, we had a dream come true (no, the Italian sodas were part of the meal -- they don't count!) I don't know if I've ever told you guys this, but I've ALWAYS wanted to be a "regular" somewhere--you know, where you walk in and say "the usual" and they know what you're talking about? Well, Mike and I go to the Malt Shoppe all the time after we go to the temple, just because you have to get a treat after the temple, it's part of the rules! And the spiky-haired guy at the drive-in window makes the BEST milk shakes ever!!! So we went on Saturday night after the movie (we just postponed our temple treat until nighttime) and we pulled up and he said "hey guys!" and we were like, no way. We're regulars. He said "I must be doing something right, because you keep coming back!" and we're like "we love these milk shakes!" Maybe next time we'll ask him what his name is so we don't have to just call him spiky-hair guy . . .
Sunday at church was fun, too. That's when Matt Heywood told all the guys that they were lazy if they didn't celebrate mother's day :) The talks in sacrament meeting were really good, even if they were last minute . . .oh! that's another funny story. So, Mike's the assistant executive secretary, which means he's in charge of asking people to say prayers and getting all the people that are talking and the hymns and putting the program together on Saturday afternoons, and then the executive secretary prints it at the church on Sunday morning. So Mike got all the hymns, prayers, and speakers and sent the file to Todd on Saturday, but on Sunday, Todd was printing and passing the program out right before the meeting started, and he and the two members of the bishopric were speaking instead of the people they'd told Mike before. I guess there was some miscommunication between everybody or a mistake or something, because they weren't even there. It was kind of funny, but the talks were really good for being last minute. Bishop also asked a couple sisters to come bear their testimonies.
Not much else exciting happened (besides really good meetings) until after Relief Society. I was playing the piano, because Rachel was out of town, and I was playing postlude, when Renata told everybody not to leave because something was going to happen. So I kept playing postlude. After a couple of hymns, we all got filed out to the gym (our building's really weird and the RS room opens into the gym) where all the men and primary kids were holding red roses and they sang "I Often Go Walking" and gave us flowers. It was SUPER cute. One of the little boys (I think he's 3?) got to hold his mom's rose, but it broke, so he handed it to her upside down and snapped in half. But it was enthusiastic all the same! I loved it :)
When I called my mom that afternoon, she was super excited to talk to me (I think) but then I got passed on to my Dad and then Sarah, and I talked to her the most until she got "nagged to dinner". They were all at Grandma's house having a barbecue. We just ate leftover Macaroni grill.
That's my weekend. I don't have any funny jokes, but this post has been hecka-long and you're probably tired of me by now if you didn't give up and quit reading several paragraphs ago. :) Peace out!

How do you ACCIDENTALLY work for NINE hours?

I love you, Michael. Even if you forget that you're supposed to come home and stay at work for an extra hour. :) At least I got the grocery shopping done . . .
I wore my cute new dress today. And then it was chilly. My bare legs do not appreciate it.
So I'm listening to French music and chillin' at work, waiting for Ruth to get off the phone. Life is pretty good.
Want to hear something funny? Mike and I have been married for, like, 4 1/2 months now, and tonight we're going to a baseball game to celebrate the one year anniversary of our first date . . . :) Yeah, we're awesome. (In case you didn't understand, we went to a BYU baseball game for our very first date ever, so this is like super nostalgic. :)
And then I found out that the indoor/outdoor movie this year (it was Lion King last year for our second date) is Muppets in Space, which is an awesome movie. It's tomorrow, which I thought would be a fun Saturday night date, but when I showed Mike the flyer, he got all mysterious and smiled, and let slip that we'd have to move our plans!!! WHAT PLANS?!?!?! I'm all intrigued. Maybe he's celebrating future-Mother's day . . .
I'm all SUPER curious. What happens to follow. :)

There are ten minutes left at work.

Ruth went to a meeting and now I'm just waiting for noon because I have nothing to do. Well, I guess I could like, wipe stuff and lock my files, but that's not very exciting, so I thought I'd write on my blog.
A couple minutes ago, Elisa, Kayla and I were all talking about girls who try to hit on our husbands, and when I told them that sometimes I refer to Mike's ring as "girl repellant" they thought it was funny. Apparently, we all married very attractive men and women in Provo sometimes forget to check for a ring before they make fools of themselves and start hair-flipping and arm-brushing. It's kind of funny.
I'm listening right now to a song called "Moi...Lolita" by Alizee. It's in French, but it's super awesome dance music. I find myself bouncing and spinning in my office chair when I'm listening to it.
I have to go to my film class in 20 minutes. We're going to finish the Innocents today, which is the movie about the governess and the ghosts and the creepy possessed children. I already know the ending, because I read the book, but it's still interesting to see what Deborah Kerr is going to do at the end. She seemed a little over-affectionate with her charges . . .
Today when we were walking to school, it was like 7:30 but I wasn't wearing a jacket. Granted, it was crisp because the sun doesn't come over the mountains and hit our apartment complex until like 9, but the point is that I wasn't freezing. It was quite nice, actually.
Tonight I'm taking dinner to a friend in our ward who was recently released from being Relief Society President because she just had a baby (that's why I'm taking dinner to her). It's actually a kind of funny story. About a month ago, we had a baby shower for her and another sister who were both having babies at the same time (but Brittany hasn't had her baby yet). And Jennifer (the sister I'm taking dinner to) got a ton of cute little pink girly stuff and frills and whatnot. But then, on Sunday, the Bishop announced that the Rockwood baby had been born, the one that was supposed to be Katarina, but it was a boy! She got caught completely by surprise! And not only was Aladis born (I kind of thought it was a girly name) but he was 11 lbs., 6 oz! That's HUGE!
Oh, I've got to go to class. But I'm making Jenny enchiladas, in case anyone was wondering. Peace out!

J'ai decouvert que le travail n'est pas une pique-nique!

No, work is no longer a party. I officially have to actually do stuff now. 

But there's something funny attached--even with all the crazy errands I do, I still don't work as much as Mike (only partially because I'm part-time and a student while he works 40 hours a week). He has, like, eight jobs because all his bosses thought he had nothing to do so they gave him more jobs. So he's a crazy person. 

And the other day, the library sent him an email asking him to fill out a survey about student employment at the library...so I wrote that he works more than me and my starting wage was more than his is now, after working there since LAST march. Teehee!

In other news, school progresses. We finished our first book in my literature and film class, the Turn of the Screw by Henry James. So, it's about this governess who goes out to a country house to care for some guy's orphaned niece and nephew because he wants absolutely nothing to do with them, where she discovers that their previous governess and the other guy's valet had been having an elicit affair before they both mysteriously died, and she sees their ghosts. She thinks the kids are seeing them too, even being possessed by them, but no one else will admit to their existence at all. There's really no plot. Just ambiguity. We never know if the kids really were possessed or if the governess was just bonkers. 

So today we watched a film adaptation made in the '50's or '60's, called The Innocents, with Deborah Kerr as the crazy governess. Admittedly, my film teacher says that this is one of the few versions that maintains ambiguity without actually telling us that the teacher is crazy or no, but I thought she was a little off myself. Maybe Ms. Kerr was just a little overenthusiastic. And the kids were dang creepy. I was creeped out. Seriously. 

ALSO. Mike has officially been eaten by Alexandre Dumas' the Count of Monte Cristo. My favorite book, but seriously. I haven't spoken to him in three hours now. And I finished my homework two hours ago. I'm not exaggerating. Okay maybe a little bit. But mostly not! He wanted to read it this summer while he's not in school because I love it and talk about it all the time, but now he's been eaten. I think it's cute. I interject things like "I'm hungry" or "guess what? This and this about my french homework" and sometimes he looks up and says "oh no! so-and-so died!" or "i love you!" Just to remind me that he's still here. Other than that, he and Edmond have forgotten that I exist. Yay for reading for fun! I'm so jealous . . . 

That's the current report. Thanks for watching. 

OH! And we're going to Boise next week to escape the Provo monster . . . and because my sisters' ballet concert is that weekend and I haven't seen Sarah dance officially in way too long. I'm pretty excited. Thanks Whiting parents for letting us use your house as a cheap vacation from school and stress! You're awesome!

The only other vacation plans we have are for the last couple weeks in August, between Summer and Fall terms. My boss, when we were discussing my schedule this spring, told me that she would be out of town some of those weeks, and that they would *hint hint* be optimal time for me to take off as well, since she's kind of the brain of our operation. (my words, not hers. She's way to nice to admit that :). So . . . we're planning on escaping the non-air conditioned utah heat and making our way to Seattle to visit the Morgans! . . . if you're reading this, would that be okay? :) We're not sure on dates yet, but I am quite anticipating getting a cold from the humidity. I always do. It's kind of weird. But I imagine it will be much nicer than a sunburn down here where our apartment will be an oven all summer. :)

Okay. THIS is our report. Now I'm really done.