This morning while I was drying my hair I thought I could hear Chris talking in the other room. When I turned off the blow dryer he was singing, ". . . in the meadow we can build a snowman . . ." and then I kept drying. The next time I turned it off I heard, "Caroling, caroling through the snow, Christmas bells are ringing." Then as he drove me to work I started singing, "Ding dong, ding dong Christmas bells are ringing!" and couldn't figure out how that would get stuck in my head. But then I did figure it out.
It really bothers me when people say they are going down to Salt Lake or Idaho and up to St. George or Las Vegas. I realize that it's only because of maps that I think in those terms, and maybe this map my friend Emily has in her classroom should have affected me more, but I can't help but cringe when I hear someone say it.
My hair looks really great today. It always amazes me when I spend only 5 minutes more than usual how much better it looks. Hair is a mystery.
Back to school time is SO fun! Even when I'm not going! I was at Wal-Mart the other night around 10:00, and it was like Christmas Eve in there. Seriously. Hundreds of people walking around with carts full of notebooks, hangers, garbage cans, and markers. Lots of people had their moms with them. And everyone is excited! To be in a new apartment, a new city, going to a new school. I love it.
One of the guys I work with has been moving his son into the dorms at BYU, and it's made me so nostalgic to talk about meal plans and roommates and the Cannon Center. Last night Chris and I went running and ran through campus and by Helaman Halls, and I just loved it! I saw a group of girls walking together and I could tell they had all just met. I wanted to stop them and say, "Stick together, girls! And you can be roommates next year and the next and the next until you get married! You can get married just 2 weeks apart from each other so you never have to be alone. And you can watch each other go on missions, and have babies, and cry when you move away from each other!" There's nothing like Freshman year, is there?
Speaking of which, Christoph and I visited the land of California a few weeks ago, and while we were there we went to the beach. And I schemed up a little plan where my dear Cierra, her husband Alfredo, and her darling, sweet baby Kailea came and met us there! I hadn't seen Cierra in 5 years, and had never met Alfredo or the baby. It was so fun. Thank goodness for the internet, am I right? It would have been impossible to keep in touch without it! (Apparently people used to write letters, or something? That seems impossible.)
I had very low expectations for The Other Guys. But it was actually pretty funny. I think having lowered expectations for things is the way to go. "What's that, child? You got a C- in your History class? Well, I was thinking you would fail! Way to go!" "I'm so happy to be living in this dumpy apartment at the age of 35. I thought I would be living in my parents' basement eating Cheetos and working at Blockbuster at this point." Just think like that, and you will always seem like a winner.
Last week I had a bbq at my house, and I must say, it looked pretty great. We had a string of mini paper lanterns hung up, Christmas lights on the trees, and jars with candles in them on the tables. And wouldn't you know, I forgot to take a picture. I will never remember how great it looked ever again. EPIC FAIL. (When is that awful trend going to end? I really hate it.)
Speaking of things looking great (my hair, my patio, my future children that aren't as ugly as I thought they might be), I am re-doing a clock that I have. As in, I took it apart and peeled off the paper face and am spray painting it and got a stencil for new numbers. And so far it looks really great. I'm excited to be done with it. I will put up a picture. (Will I really? Probably not. I never put up pictures when I say I'm going to. So just don't expect it. And then if I do, y'all can be like, "Erin, your blog is SO cute!" That philosophy is a winner.) (Fred's Slacks is a winner.) (The first person to acknowledge my mention of Fred's Slacks gets a prize.) (Seriously, I will give you a prize. Probably candy.) (We'll call it a GIVEAWAY!!!!! and pretend I'm one of those blogs.)
8 comments:
I like that map. It almost hurts my head to look at it too long.
And isn't Fred's Slacks something Will Ferrell sang on SNL? I have a vague memory of that.
I wish I was at your BBQ.
Freshman year was amazing.
And I'm glad you're singing Christmas songs! It really is time.
I love reading your blog. I'm always so entertained. I miss you and love you! Also, my word verification for this comment is agitozo doesn't that sound neat?
TW, you got it! You are the winner! Seriously, I'm going to send you some candy. Please tell me what kind you want, and remind me of your address, because for some reason I ALWAYS misplace it. I need to put it somewhere permanent, like my email, but I think I only ever had it in texts.
Kim, I'm pretty sure agitozo is a kind of sushi or something. It sounds super Japanese. I miss and love you too. Live in America, please.
Ya know, it makes me cringe too. BECAUSE, I'm pretty sure that people who say it wrong are not picturing an upside-down map, they are just geographically unaware. So then they sound like white trash.
Freshman year has a lot of regrets for me. I don't regret dating Andy a bit, but I hate that I let dating him interfere with making friends until like THE LAST TWO DAYS.
Thanks for being my friend anyway.
Freshman year wins. But Sophomore and Junior year are in close second. It's because we started hanging out with boys.
ok because your blog is private it doesnt show it updates so i never check. then like i check and have to read like 4 posts. and i die laughing at everysingle one because you are hilarious and so witty and such a good writer. you are really cool. i wish we could spend more time together. i need you to text me when you update or something. i love you.
Update your blog!!
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