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.
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?)
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.
So...now 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.
Please excuse the poor quality of my stolen photo and the copyright mark...
You can't see too clearly, but it looks like he has a Samoan nose...
