Monday My Day

Another Monday, another weekend over.

Right now I’m looking forward to
this Saturday for a special birthday bash,
spring break in Vegas,
Sun Valley in April,
DC in June and
Home sweet Home in July.

A good chunk of the semester is already over, crazy.

The other day I was talking to my sister and she said my niece was walking around holding a little purse I gave her about three years ago to her chest, saying “my aunt gave me this” and that she was so excited I was coming home this summer. That almost made me want to cry.

while he was sleeping

I have such an amazing husband. He really puts our marriage first. Like the other day he read that it’s not good for marriage to split house chores evenly. So tonight he took a long nap while I did all the dishes and baked two birthday cakes for the party tomorrow night. All in the name of a happy marriage.

lol

I really don’t like texting. Or facebooking. Or e-mailing. Now that I think about it. I mean I do, of course, in the convenient and force of habit kind of way. But I simply can’t not read too much into the absence of a smiley or the five exclamation points after a simple remark. I can’t. And just so you know, the first one makes me feel offended and the second makes me feel like I’m communicating with a 15-year old.

See my halo?

You know, it’s nice. It really is. Liking what you do. And feeling like it matters. Some people dream about getting rich and some people dream about making a difference. And no, I don’t intend to get all mother Theresa on you, don’t worry. I’m not about to rid myself of all my earthly possessions and devote my life to world peace. Heck, I didn’t even go to support the student rally over lunch, I did Pilates instead. And I would not mind a larger pay check, that’s for sure.

I’m just saying that this, what I do at work now, is something that is important to me and something I actually feel is neglected and necessary to the society I live in now. It’s not saving the planet or even saving lives necessarily, but it has the potential to change lives and it has the potential to help.

That doesn’t mean I jump out of bed with a smile on face every morning, but it does make it a little easier to get up.

when, where, who, what?

Ever had one of those mornings when you wake up and don’t know where you are? Or what day it is? What you’re supposed to do? Sleep in, get up, go run… you just have to lay there and figure out how the puzzle pieces are supposed to fit this very morning. Sometimes it’s a great surprise and relief when you realize it’s Saturday and you can just roll back over and fall back asleep. Other days you realized you already did just that one too many times and now you’re going to be late for work.

Mornings are getting lighter and brighter though. I like that. Makes it easer to get up.

Just finished my test. It wasn’t too bad, I didn’t think. By no means do I think I aced it, but I think I did all right. Considering I hardly studied at all yesterday. Instead I walked Shooter and ate potato chips and raspberry sherbet most of the day. Productive.

Targhee

Back from Targhee. Fun times, expensive rides and lots of laughs. Would love to go back and be able to spend more than one night, sucks lift tickets are so pricy, but I’d be fine just tubing for one day too. We slept 5 people in one room at Super 8 and it really wasn’t crowded at all, me and D in one bed, Gabe and Marlee in one and then Nate on an air bed. Worked great and saved us some dollars. We didn’t really luck out with the weather, it was windy as hell, going up the lift it felt like my face was going to fall off, it was brutal. But I liked the different runs and the place in general. Also, super 8 had a hot tub, thank god, that was real nice to soak in after a cold day.

And now…. We’re back and I wish the vacation wasn’t over. That was way too quick. It’ll be real nice to have tomorrow off, but I have to study for my test on Tuesday. I haven’t had a test in forever. Kind of nervous when I think about it.

Good sleep, bad women

I slept in this morning, and let me tell you, it was everything I thought it could be. I had the alarm set for 9am, felt comfortable taking a late morning since we had that event last night and it was a real long day, woke up at 8:30 and then just cuddled my cat and my husband for a good hour. Sun shining in through the blinds. It was nice. Now he’s skiing and I get to spend the rest of my day at the office… but I should not complain cause a 3 day weekend with skiing in Targhee is coming up and I do actually like my job. Not as much as I like sleeping and skiing, but still.

I was pretty fired up after the event last night. There are so many bitchy idiots that give feminism a bad name. You cannot expect people to take you seriously if you play on the same stereotypical gender roles you’re (supposedly) trying to break. You cannot expect people to listen to you if you start out by explaining what hot shit you are and how they’re lucky to even be in your presence.

Gaaahh, it’s so frustrating and discouraging when your (supposed to be) teammates don’t even understand what sport they’re playing.

Hang Ups

It’s official, I’m going to Pilates over lunch. You have to make it official, otherwise it doesn’t count. So I put it on the office calendar and mentioned it at the staff meeting. Just to make sure.

I don’t like to back out on stuff. If I don’t know for sure I’m going to do something, I don’t tell people I will. And if I do and for some reason have to change my plans, I almost want to call them up and be like
“you know how I said I was going to leave early to talk to my mom on Skype? Well, turns out she had a dentist appointment so we’re going to talk Sunday instead. Just thought I’d let you know”
Like they’d care.

It’s not like I’m that self centered that I think people actually need to know what I’m doing, it’s just a hang up. I don’t like to have my coffee after breakfast either. Before is fine. Not after. Hang up. I need to double check that the door is locked before going to bed, even if I know I locked it. Hang up. I don’t like to go to bed in an unmade bed, I’ll even make it five minutes before bed time sometimes. Hang up.

I think it’s normal.

Passion Schmassion

It’s such a romantic day today. Just so full of love and meaningful messages. I woke up this morning to my lover whispering hot words in my ear. Or just breathing heavily in his sleep, drooling a little on my pillow. Same difference, it woke me up all the same.

A little later I got a super sweet and unexpected gift. I really had no idea, took me by total surprise! My boss gave me a gift bag with lotion, lip gloss and stuff. Melted my heart. And made me feel sort of guilty and like I should give her something back. Offered to get her coffee, insisted in fact, but she had an upset stomach so she firmly declined.

But of course, the best gifts are those little love notes from your significant other. Materialistic things are soooo overrated; it has to come from the heart to mean something. Like the Valentine’s text I got from my dearest, it was coming from his heart. He meant every word “Yep, he’s retarded” it said, and I knew it was true.

I can’t believe some people treat Valentine’s Day like it’s just any old day. You have to make it special, meaningful and do things you wouldn’t normally. Otherwise what’s the point?

Actually Sunday

Pretty good weekend coming to and end. Vagina monologues, partying, skiing, homework.

The snow is melting and exposing huge piles of dog shit on our lawn. Nate better scoop that up pretty darn soon or I’ll start tossing it back over to their yard. No joke, it’s f**ing nasty.

Yesterday I won in ‘charades’ again, both rounds. Half way into the second round someone told me to pay better attention (I was more focused on my snacks than the game at that very moment) and I was like “why, I’ll still win..” and they all thought I was being cocky. But I was just stating a fact. I tend to win in charades. I don’t do good in card games or political discussions or darts or lotteries, but I can act out words like nerd, nightmare, smell salts and unicorn like nobody else. Guesstures is my game.

Thursday, almost Sunday

I feel like I should be fighting somebody right now. You know that feeling when you’re prepared for battle and your opponent just lays down flat and says “actually I would love for you to just march right on over me” it’s almost disappointing. It’s not, I mean, it’s great. But it’s just weird.

Anyways, seems all my application material is in so now I just have to wait and see and hope for the best.
This morning I thought “Yay, it’s Thursday which means it’s almost Friday and the weekend is no near!” and then I thought “so it’s basically almost Sunday night already and a new Monday is just around the corner, shit!”

I like to keep it positive.

And then I remembered that this Monday is Valentine’s Day so it won’t be the same old crappy Monday cause we’re going to that Mystery Dinner Show and that should be fun.

That made me feel a lot better about my Thursday.

don't get too excited

Today I went into the new sushi place on Center St för the first time. Not to eat, although I want to do that too, but to ask for a donation for Take Back the Night. I also sat at a table in the SUB and tried to get people to sign up for Elect Her. That was also a first time for me, sitting at the SUB trying to get students to be active in campus activities. Unfortunately nobody (except for Jessica and Dylan cause I forced them) signed up. Instead, people waited in line for more than 20 minutes to have their kiss prints analyzed by a quacksalver dressed up as an over ripe teeny bopper.

Makes perfect sense, who wouldn’t want to smear on lip stick, kiss a post-it and find out what their inner self is all about?

And I’m not bitter at all. I love humanity. Lip stick for all!

Anyways, what I was getting at (I know you weren’t able to tell..) was that I actually had two ‘firsts’ today, just like that, of the top of my head. That’s not everyday. Not exciting or life changing firsts, by any means, but still.
Some people say that you should try to do something for the first time every day. I don’t think I agree with that, though. It’s like saying ‘Live everyday like it’s your last’ But if everybody did that nobody would work and everybody would just be all drunk and sentimental and the world wouldn’t function.

So I keep it moderately exciting.

Football and freaky Grandma

American football is not a sport I enjoy watching. Super Bowl is the only game I will sit down and watch in its entirety, but mostly because there’s food and fun commercials. Still, it’s a long game. I’m glad it’s over.

The weekend was not nearly long enough, again. Short and sweet. And being that sports on TV ate my entire Sunday, I didn’t really get a whole lot of homework done either.

Yesterday my mom called and told me my grandmother is moving to an old people’s home. She’s gotten lonely after my grandpa past away this summer and has had trouble sleeping. So it’s probably a good thing. She’s also been on medication that made her hallucinate and see little people. My uncle came over one night after she called their house all scared and she was sitting behind the door armed with a shoe horn while the house was full of little people running around and there was a man in a flannel shirt sitting at the kitchen table, drinking her coffee.
Wow, hallucinating sounds trippy.

I will, I will....soon

I’m feeling so good about not going out, or even doing anything remotely fun, on this Friday night that I still haven’t started doing homework. So that’s totally defeating the purpose. My notes are right here next to me on the couch. The word document is open (although minimized) on my computer. Dylan is sleeping in his chair. I’m ready to go. Soon. Ah, procrastination is a bliss.

And speaking of which. When I was in high school I had to catch the bus at 7:25 every morning. I had my alarm set for 6:30 and I never snoozed. Ever. I even remember listening to my friends talking about this alarm clock feature and thinking “God, what a waste of sleep…just get up already” Cause I did. I could, and often times would, be deadly tired… but I still got up on the first ring.

Not any more. I plan my snoozing now. Two five-minutes snoozers each early morning, or I won’t make it up. AND, I realized something else that’s amazing about snoozing: you get a chance to finish your dreams. Seriously, it doesn’t always work, but sometimes… you can drift back into the scenario and tie up some loose ends and find out what happened. This morning it worked. Pretty cool.

Alright fine, homework. Now.

Not cool

I am so over winter. Okay, okay I knooooow I was bitching about being over summer less than six months ago, but I was. And now I am. Walking to work this morning was brutal, my toes were numb, snot was frozen solid on my cheeks and I could practically feel cold rashes spread over my inner thighs.

I like winter sometimes, I can totally get behind the kind we had last week. Great weather, great skiing. But this kinda sucks.

ick, sick

I stayed home sick today. Last night I was couching so hard it made my chest hurt. Not just chest, my whole rib cage felt like it was breaking. It was really painful and after doing it for most of the night I felt I would do no good at the office… so I stayed home.

After a hot shower and some serious coughing, midday I was able to produce some greenish guck from my lungs and after that I felt much better. I will go to work tomorrow.

Being home sick is extremely boring. I did some reading for class (boring) some reading for work (boring) and some random surfing around on the internet (only slightly less boring).

When I was little I remember it being a victory getting to stay home from school. Unless I was puking (which I hated more than anything) it was great; I’d get to bring my comforter down to the couch and watch a rented VHS in the living room while drinking coke and blueberry soup with almond crackers.

It’s just not the same when you get older.