Monday, November 26, 2007

A modern miracle

So this little holiday weekend has been completely magical. There's something to be said for four days off in a row. I feel so relaxed and ready to get going again. It was definitely worth it to work like crazy last week so I could just unwind.
Friday morning I left my house at 5:30 to start the mad dash of Christmas shopping. I faced the crowds and the snow, but I managed to get a ton done-- almost all the shopping, actually. So when Saturday rolled around, I figured I might as well finish things up. Well, apparently all of Albuquerque was pooped from their shopping marathons the day before. I zipped into the mall and got the closest parking space available. At Costco, I didn't even have to wait in line. I picked up a much-needed winter coat at Old Navy for 50% percent off. A little shopping heaven, if you will.
But the day got better and better. I hopped over to my parents' house and watched BYU beat the Utes, securing the MWC championship and 19th ranking in the BCS. Then I worked out for two hours at the gym-- apparently everyone was still feeling better about tucking into their leftovers, so no waiting for any equipment. I capped off the evening by pulling out the Christmas decorations and getting a jump start on glitzing up my house. Could there have been a better day?
I know these things are all kind of silly, but it's days like these that keep you happy for weeks.
Oh, and I also got myself a nice new boyfriend, older than my own parents, I think. The cutest little man in the world spoke in church yesterday and I offered myself up to be his child bride. Ta-da! And I just finished a book that ended just perfectly. All is right in the world.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

A bit of Advice

When getting over a head cold, it's usually a good idea to get some sleep. A lot of sleep, if fact. Therefore, it probably isn't prudent to stay out till 2, 2:30, and 3 in the morning on consecutive nights. This will probably lead to a) the continuance of one's cold and b) your companion contracting the same illness, just in time for Thanksgiving.
Some other friendly advice: Don't bother going to see "Across the Universe." Rent if you must, but it's definitely not worth $9.50.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

It's all semantics, but my face is clean and salty

Consider Pantry Boy exonerated. We're working out the kinks, and maybe I'll keep my friend yet.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

It's all semantics, but I do feel free

Here's the update: I'm feeling strangely liberated by pantry boy's decided indifference toward me. So I'm over the sadness. Maybe. I mean, I'm ok. I'm happy. I'm busy. And even though I'd love for him to throw himself at my feet telling me how much he misses me, it doesn't look like that will happen. And because I took the flying leap into the scary category of talking about feelings and other such nonsense, I feel justified in forgetting the whole mess ever happened. I acted. He did not react. And now, I'll channel my other-kind-of-acting skills and fake it till I make it. It's not false to say I'm content, though. I really, really am. And hopeful too.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Poor Rapunzel

Don't feel sorry for me, but I'm impoverished. I have trees, but money isn't growing on them, so I hope they'll eventually provide some shade and a comfortable backyard. I need to buy some sod, but that means I can't buy other things I need. Like a new comb. On Sunday, I was combing my hair and my comb broke. In my hair. Like in "The Princess Diaries." It really happens. That's the second comb I've lost to my hair in the last couple months. I think I'm getting closer to chopping it off. It also gets caught when I shut my car door or roll up the window after going through the drive-through at the bank. Vanity is a very strong motivator, though.
Anyway, between the backyard stuff, a baby shower for my little Zoe Kaylene, feeding lots of people, and the pending holiday season, I'm stretched thin. I'm not one to live beyond my means and budgeting is no fun, but here I am. At least all my bills are paid and property taxes, homeowner's insurance and a pallet of pellets for my stove are behind me. So I guess I'm not forced into wandering the streets just yet.
All that stuff is completely bearable, though. I'll scrimp and save (and skip out on a vacation opportunity-- maybe two) and hopefully get back to a more comfortable cash flow situation. In a way, that's easy to fix. Currently, I'm more concerned about a bigger problem, namely a big chunk of my life that's been decidedly missing for about the last three weeks. The very perceptive amongst you would put two and two together and figure out that I mean the Pantry Boy. Pathetic? Probably. But still very true. It's hard to give someone up once they've seen the core of your emotional onion. But now it feels like it's out of my hands, so I'm just a little sad. I'm going to try to pull out of the Debbie Downer mode, though. There's too much to be happy about and you know, you get through these things.