Saturday, Saturday, Saturday

I found myself unable to sleep in this morning, Jeff is at work, I am slightly crabby.

Is it criminal to anyone else when you can't sleep in on Saturday morning? I learned this week that unless I LEAP out of bed, and I do mean LEAP, which I did on Friday, I am invariably rushed and/or late. Trying to greet the day with any amount of calm doesn't mean greeting the day at all, it means lying in a sleepy stupor trying to negotiate with the powers of the universe, pleading the possibility of it magically becoming a weekend and therefore a typically schedule-deficient morning. And then next thing I know (or don't know) I'm shmoozing with Mr. Sandman again and jolting myself awake with a gasp, late late late. Bad, bad, bad.

Some other latests:

* I've been going to the gym a lot. Like, some of the 24 Hour Fitness Employees might be starting to recognize me. (!!!) It's been great; I read my books on vaguely effective cardio machines while Jeff pumps iron, we run into friends from the ward, it's a good system. I get the gymnasium equivalent of Sunday Night blues while we are en route, and my gym buddy always asks, "Do you want to just go get a donut instead?" with a mischievous smile on his face. So far self discipline has been exercised on the way to exercising.

* How about that tort reform, eh?

* Yesterday Jeff asked me how I feel about my job right now. The work is interesting to me. I love, love, love my co-workers. I am really happy there. I feel like a lucky girl. I often feel like shouting this from the rooftops, but this is the closest I've gotten.

* I'm sorry, I might alienate some of my female comrades with this next blogger statement, but I just can't get on board with the booties. I just don't get them. They make your (my) legs look funny. This is one trend I'm just going to wave at as it passes me by. May it pass by with much momentum.


* I might be frightening more than a few people now, but I have had an itching to cut my hair off, and in no trivial manner. I suppose there was no other alternative; I must eventually recalibrate into a version of my mother, and what would Meri Eaton be without her short Meri Eaton hair? I'm not about to do it, not even close, but I saw this picture in the grocery store magazine rack, and a little chime rang in the back of my head. It might be 10 more years until the day of drastic hair whacking dawns, but I'm quite sure my head will at some point look like this:

* Ok I'm going to clean my room. SATURDAY, SATURDAY, SATURDAY!

My sister just unearthed this picture.  How awesome would that be if I still had that sweater?  Little puff balls stuck to a sweater is the meaning of life.

Anyway, I had a good weekend with loads of good people.  Two-Square, pasta salad, baby drool and kisses, beauty parlor, religion, soft white couches, Wii, the New York New York hotel roller coaster, an extracted splinter, and many more things I'd remember if I weren't so sleep deprived :).  Isn't there some button I can push to make the weekend just extend a little bit?

Soon we'll be on the road agin, then it's back to work tomorrow, I've got to move, and keep lighting candles that the cruises aren't cancelled up to the 17th.  That pig flu's really gettin this girl down.

And a Happy Sabbath to one and all!

this might just show how selfish my life is, but something has been really stressing me out, and if you read on, you'll find out what.

i'm going on a cruise in less than 6 weeks. i've never been on a cruise before, but what they tell me is we're going to glide along the mexican riviera, basking in the UVs for 7 days and 7 nights. the problem just comes in at the part where i'm in my bathing suit probably all day (again, what "they" tell me), for the duration of that time.  oh the exposure of it all.  gasp. wheeze. cough. choke. when we bought the tickets it was in a moment of, "shall we do it???? we have 2.4 seconds to decide!!!!! ok!!! yeah!!!!" and i think deep down i imagined may 17th would never come. it was just a moment when i could be spontaneous or safe, and i chose spontaneity (pat pat on the back) but then didn't have to do anything but pay some money.  the rest lay in a horizon too distant to contemplate.

if you read my blog you probably correctly assume it's so entitled because of a great affinity for turtlenecks that would be mine.  i have strong opinions about my garb, and the consistency lies in the covering up of my mortal casing. i think it just looks better. it feels better. i love tights, coats, sweaters, pants, closed toed shoes, etc. i love going to the beach, the pool, the JACUZI (oh how i love the jacuzi!) but after an hour or so I can't wait to be swaddled in some heavy duty clothing.  exposure = bad.  

don't think me ungrateful or unenthusiastic. TRUST me, i am thrilled about the cruise group, the passport stamp, the free room service, the time off work, the snuggle time, etc., i just keep coming back to the scantily cladiness of it all.  i have looked on line for bathing suits probably twice a day for the last month, stopped into any store i'm able.  bathing suit shopping has got to be the most demoralizing activity known to femme fatale humanity, and on so many miserable levels.  and after all this, i've only found 1 that seems to be suitable. i bought another but returned it because i felt sure it would change everything i stand for as a human being ;).  so i can't spend any more time looking for a bathing suit, because i finally realized i'm not even earnestly seeking.  i just want cruise attire to suddenly be my wide leg jeans and black and grey striped turtleneck.  holding out for a miracle? i decided instead i'm going to stock up on some of these beauties:

a cuter compromise i've never seen.

current obsessions

1. pepperjack cheese (just bring a mint for a few minutes after, because what good could spice + dairy possibly do for a person's breath?)

2. my winding wheel by ryan adams.

3. kings -- the new tv drama with a loose biblical foundation. right now it's very promising, i only wish i could have a word with the person who's doing the princess' hair.

4. jethro tull...oh wait, no, i am NOT obsessed with jethro tull. they just play his tunes at work ALL. THE. TIME. what oh what is a bungle in the jungle?

5. i'm back on david sedaris. short stories just work better for girls with short attention spans such as moi.

6. cds in the car. maybe that's not so much a current obsession, but i do think it's worthy of a mention. i think my life expectancy just sky rocketed since i stopped bringing my ipod and don't have it to fiddle through while driving on the freeway. i basically listen to the same songs over and over again until i overdose on them, anyway. then i cast them aside like an ugly kitten.

7. bah. is it insane to wear the turtlenecks i love as the weather turns warmer?

8. sweet potato fries. remember when there was a big to-do when dan quayle spelled that word with an "e"? ah, the good old days.

9. let's go back to ryan adams. i always had this dream, this little tiny dream of taking a rocker in his miserable, narcotics saturated state, cleaning him up -- pulling a mrs. robert downey jr. if you will. our artistic inclinations would enable us to mesh perfectly, and it'd be love. then i'd have loads of songs written for me, and maybe one of them would have a harmonica in it. ever since i heard everybody knows by ryan adams about 1 year ago, and then heard a mini-bio from harry and sarah and cam, i decided if ryan and i ever came face to face, we'd just be MFEO and my mission for us would be mutually transparent.

it is with much cringing that i announce to those who do not already know that he just married MANDY MOORE. you know, mandy moore, the bubble gum walk to remember cheese bomber who once crooned a la revealed midriff the lyrics, "i'm missin you like candy" (don't forget that candy is actually said "cannnday-ay-ayyyy"). gross. my little hero dream snatched up by someone that emerged in the 98 degrees era. sometimes bad things happen to good people.

10. and last but not least, you. ;)

Per Annie's request:

les chaussures

Yes, I know that if the shoes are not yet over the top, the tights definitely are.
Yes, these shoes hurt anywhere from 25 to 26 minutes after strapping them on (thank goodness we sit most of church).
Yes, I love them dearly.

The things of which I am sure in 2009:

- John Adams could have been my boyfriend, if only I'd been born 230ish years ago. David McCullough is painting him out to be just my kind o' guy.

- Boots with the furrr might be a little reminiscent of Kate Hudson circa 2004, but SAINTS BE PRAISED they are more comfy wumpus than a set of Egyptian Cotton bed sheets. I shall wear them until the day of stinkiness dawns.

- I might be put on some people's "Feather Weight" list for saying this, but I just can't handle more than 6 episodes of Arrested Development in one day. Even if it is vacay.

- One should not worry if one does not have a camera out at all times. Someone else will, and thanks to Facebook, one can always obtain any snapped images from any event. Please note Proof Exhibit A, Big Bear Momma Bear New Years Trip 2008-2009:

- Treats are never shoved so much in your face as when you've just vowed to detox, and made your boo detox with you.

thou shalt not covet. woops!

i'm obsessed with turtlenecks. this just might be a stroke of genius (just add length and presto!), and i would consider turning thief for it.