Thursday, July 8, 2010

Fat housecat awesomeness derailed!

I am cougar. Hear me roar!

So just when you think life is all about fat housecat awesomeness, suddenly everything changes and you become a cougar.

Ty took this picture of me when we were home last month hiking naked in the Uintah Mountains. Just kidding. (Did you think I was serious? Suckahs. That doesn't even look like me. It looks like a picture I got off of this site.)

I just got a job offer this afternoon and I'm going to take it, so fortunately/unfortunately, I will now have to relegate fat-housecatting-around to the weekends. And so from Monday through Friday, I will reveal myself to the world as the triple cougar I am. (That is, I graduated from the BY tuh-wice, people--Go cougs!--and since I am 15 months older than my husband, he likes to tell people I'm a cougar. I can't help it if the sweetest boy ever came to earth after me, now can I?)

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Fat housecats and other friendly creatures

One of my favorite songs of late that has been played on repeat on my iPod is a melancholy little indie tune by Iron & Wine. (Most of the female and/or teenage worlds probably also love this song since it was featured on one of them vampire movies, but let me say, my love was pre-vampire.) The song has a line in it that sadly really resonates within me every time I hear it. "Now I'm a fat housecat..." I'm gonna be honest. That's kind of how I feel these days--like some clueless, pampered, self-indulgent creature that just lounges about all day waiting to be fed.

In February, I got engaged to the most wonderful man in the world (in my opinion :) and moved to Texas where he is pursuing a PhD. I lost my job shortly after the move (which was a huge blessing since my old job made my life feel so sad) and have been looking for a new job off and on since that time, but although I was work-less, planning a wedding (or rather, stressing about a wedding since my amazing mother and talented little sister planned most of it with my older sister and many others chipping in to pull it all off) occupied a lot of time so that I never felt idle.

Well, the stress paid off and things came together so that Mr. Wonderful and I were married in the latter part of May surrounded by people whom we love and adore. And now that we have been married for a month and a half, I've pretty much got our combined households feeling like one household (unless you count the three still unpacked boxes on the side of the bed or the pictures leaning up against the wall of our bedroom because I can't decide where to put them or the boxes of clothes and books in our living room that I need to sell on ebay, craigslist, or a consignment shop). I've also scoured the job boards several times over and applied for everything that sounds remotely interesting, like it might pay more than unemployment (don't worry--unemployment doesn't pay much), and that wouldn't make me wonder why I bothered to go to grad school. I've also gone to Target a million times over, hung out at the mall on a few occasions, and even made bubble magnets, so...what's a girl to do? Well, I'll tell you. When it's a girl like me who loves to cook, bake, and eat, then she spends a lot of time sitting on the couch wondering what she's making for dinner, figuring out what treats she can make with the ingredients in the house, and thinking about how she should work out but she can't bring herself to do it because...hey, too lazy. I'm a fat housecat...and I can think of nothing better for a self-indulgent, fat housecat to do than to start a blog. So until my next post, here's a little Iron & Wine. Enjoy.