Good grief, that man is sexy!

I know he has my blog on his google reader and these are the kinds of things that embarrass him, but guess what, he is out of town for two weeks and we're just barely at the halfway mark. I really miss him. And I was looking at pictures and I thought, "Good grief! That man is sexy!" He can sue me in a court of law if he has a problem with that.

Seminary

What is seminary, you ask? Oh wait, you don't ask because most of you did seminary as high schoolers? Well, for those of you who didn't, this is seminary. And I get to teach the version that meets from 6:30 a.m. - 7:20 a.m. every morning, Monday to Friday. Why, you ask?

Well, when I was engaged to my husband, I used to sing that song from the Sound of Music to myself, "Perhaps I had a wicked childhood, perhaps I had a miserable youth, but somewhere in my wicked, miserable past, there must have been a moment of truth. For here you are standing there loving me, whether or not you should. So somewhere in my youth or childhood, I must have done something good." I still feel that way--I don't even know how I got to be so lucky and blessed to marry this man whom I love so much. I must have done something good.

And for all the rest of my iniquity...I get to teach seminary. I'm kidding...or am I? My current Facebook status says: "Nothing like teaching seminary to help you realize that teenagers do not think you're cool." And then one of my cousins (a teenager) commented and described the typical uncool female seminary teacher. Wait, what was that? Are you talking about me? Ugh...well, I better go to bed. 6:30 comes early.

So much has happened

Oh, did I say I was going to bed? What I meant was that I was going to make a quick list of all the many millions of things that have happened and that I haven't blogged about:

• TR (that's my husband) and I joined a gym, but our membership doesn't start till December 1. We want to make sure we're doing the right thing. Just kidding. It's brand new and is opening down the road from our house.
• I started my job. I love it, but I have never seen so much craziness in a workplace in all my life.
• I started another new job. So far I'm just doing the training to teach LSAT Prep courses and that is why I am in Dallas. But I have to retake the LSAT (not for official test purposes) and fax in my results on Monday and then start teaching actual classes on Saturday, August 7th. Ugh. I mean, good, but...ugh.
• TR decided to do a sprint triathlon, registered, and two weeks later did one. Please check out how adorable he is:

• TR and I had our first night apart since we were married. I cried. It's true.
• My sweet, sweet parents came to visit us for a day while driving through on their way to Oklahoma and North Carolina (yes, I know, it's not on the way) and bought us a ton of food and other fun things and also brought us all our wedding presents that we couldn't bring on the plane.
  
• Several friends have also come to visit: LJ, MT, and TC to name a few.
• I have become dead to the world to several other friends.
• TR and I have gone without sugar for 3 1/2 weeks (almost a fate worse than death, but I will admit that being without him for 2 days is far worse).
• I stayed up till 2:20 for the first time in months.
• I got to my lowest weight since we've been married, which is only 2 pounds more than my lowest weight ever as an adult.
• I was asked to teach a religious scripture study class for high school students from 6:30-7:20 every morning during the school year. I accepted. Cuh-cuh-cuh-razy! (And yet totally right)
• I fired someone at work for insubordination.
• I told her supervisor to talk to her and tell her I was willing to not process the termination paperwork if she would come in and talk with me and not fight with me.
• I laid the smack down at work because I got sick of the fakeness and people challenging everything I said not because they don't agree that it's right but because they're combative and think they can do whatever they want.
  
• I got a call from my boss in LA at 9 p.m. one evening to ask if I had said the f-word at work and to say that her boss, the owner of our 5000 person company, had called her to say he was concerned about me because he heard I said the f-word. What the?! (And by, "What the?!" I mean, "What the heck?!" because I ain't nevah be sayin' the f-word...well, at least not for a long, long time and definitely not at work.)
• I realized one night in complete awe and total sincerity that I had somehow managed to marry the most wonderful man on the planet (yeah, yeah, if you want you can pretend that either you or your husband/dad/brother fills that position, but I know the truth).
• TR and I (he did the clicking) bought him a Mac!!!! It should get to our house two days from now.
  
• TR and I went and bought me a racing swim suit, goggles, and a swim cap...which I dutifully brought with me to Dallas and which I still have yet to use...unless you count the time I changed into the suit on the way home from that shopping excursion while I was driving my car and TR was driving his (we were coming from our respective work places) and then I also put on the goggles so that when we arrived home, I could hop out of the car looking like an absolute freak.

Okay, speaking of freaks, I need to get to bed. I have to be up by 7 in order to get ready, get packed, check out of my hotel, and get to church on time before my last 3 1/2 hours of training on LSAT Preparedness.

Fat housecat = night owl

So my awesome husband is an early bird and I'm a night owl/fat housecat. Since we were married, a little over two months ago, I have really tried to follow his schedule, which means getting up at 5, 5:30, or 6 in the morning and feeling like you're about to die of exhaustion around 8 p.m. This sad little weekend is our first weekend apart since we were married. He is in Houston with a few friends and I am in Dallas doing some training for another new job (more later)...and whaddaya know, left to my own devices, I'm back to my fat housecat ways. I feel disgusted that it's 2 a.m. and I'm still awake and yet, I have such a hard time focusing myself and making myself go to sleep. But now I must do it. Even though I still haven't finished some of the important things on my list like repacking the books I brought and painting my toenails. So urgent and yet such lame reasons to stay awake. And on that note, good night, cruel world. I can't wait to see my husband again in 18 1/2 hours.