Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Excitement ensues because I quit work next week but my insurance extends through next month.
How I know I'm ridiculous:
I argued with Di over the difference between the colors cranberry and raspberry.
Emilie claims neither of these are actually colors -- they're foods.
How I know I'm an adult but still not grownup:
Andrea and I rock-paper-scissored in an Italian restaurant because we couldn't decide who got the mint and who got the butterscotch candy left on our check.
How I know I'm engaged:
I get distracted by the glitter when I type.
(more to come)
Friday, June 19, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
1913 -- Seagull Monument is built
1955 -- Legislation passes making the California gull, or Larus californicus, the official state bird of Utah
2008 -- Standard-Examiner makes the bird its mascot, convinces underpaid employee to wear yellow tights and oversized bird costume and distributes mass amounts of water bottles decorated with StanBird -- get it?? Standard? StanBird?
You can see a picture of the live version of our mascot here.
Which brings me to this picture, the stuffed version of StanBird:
One afternoon I exited the restroom and almost had a heart attack. It was staring at me. It was perched in the window. And it looked like it was going to shatter through the glass and fly right at me.
Someone keeps changing its position, ever so slightly in the window sill. Somedays it catches me when I'm coming out of the lunch room. Other times when I'm headed for the exit. But always, always I want to scream in terror.
I acknowledge this bird's contributions to my state, my family and my company. But MUST its eyes be so menacing?
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
To top it off, I got the world's best fortune cookie: You will have full contentment by summers end.
I like where that's going.
My 12th grade Spanish teacher told me when you sneeze in Mexico they bless you first with health, then with money and finally, with love.
The last few months have been a bit iffy in the health department, and money has been adequate, but not plentiful. When it comes to love, however, the fates have more than compensated.
I don't know what fortune's definition of "full contentment" is, but if this isn't it already, I can't wait to find out.
Monday, June 8, 2009
"Think of yourself as an embryo and the law school library as
Friday, June 5, 2009
"Anonymous" posted this link in the comments of a previous post: shimmygurrshimmy.blogspot.com.
Why am I gushing about another blogger with such fervor? Because it gave me a glimmer of hope in the face of despair. "Enjoy life now because you never will again," is just about the only advice law school admissions staff, current law school students and law school spouses have offered. The possibilities of planning a wedding, having a baby or just catching a movie once in a while while slaying the law school dragon were described as complete impossibilities. Now: hope. Hope it's possible to survive law school with your faith, family and sense of fun still in tact.
Here's the proof: After three years of a Provo-based education this blogger is still capable of saying "Hell, yeah" when something is good. She wasn't murdered or tortured by BYU staff for being non-Republican. I like knowing I might come out of three years at BYU and still not know how to scrapbook, play Bunco or put vinyl phrases onto painted craft boards. Scary. I love knowing I could come out with a rocking education, a fantastic relationship, fabulous communication skills and still have a sense of humor. Awesome.
I left feeling energized because let's be honest, the world currently expects a LOT out of us women. As Natalie points out in her post about "The Second Shift," the women's liberation movement gave us more options. But it also gave us more to do. We must be mothers, teachers, chefs, decorators, lawyers, doctors, triathletes and we must do it all well and all at the same time. And then, in all our spare minutes we're supposed to blog about it. Sometimes, I get overwhelmed and I haven't even taken on half of the womanly roles I hope to yet.
So this post and in particular, this tongue-in-cheek response to a Debbie-Downer, was a nice reminder I've got it pretty good, too -- even if I am headed to law school:
(You know, I DO have a really hard life...you know, a champion husband, a healthy body, a supportive fam, a great education, a place to live, decent insurance,
etc....WHOA. Now that I think about it, no one has ever had a baby in harder circumstances. WHAT AM I THINKING???)
Yup. We've got it all.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
- rec/re/a/tion -- refreshment by means of some pastime, agreeable exercise, or the like.
Turns out the above is a lot easier to "apply in our daily lives" than faith, hope or charity. So far I've gotten a pedicure, gone out to eat and gone swimming. Any other ideas? Or have I interpreted this wrong and I'm headed down some dark road of law school apostasy? Kind of like when this friend thought the Biblical story of the widow's mite was referring to a bug. Don't worry, a companion set her straight before she taught the good people of Tennessee it was OK to pay tithing with small insects.
Who knew going to a church school would be so much fun already?
Suggestions for recreating, favorite scripture verses on enduring to the end and advice on surviving three years in Utah County welcome.