All's Fair in Love

We've been married a little over a month now, and life is great! We went to the state fair on Saturday and watched a terrible "comedic magician," ate funnel cake, watched some funny sea lions and looked at a cool photography exhibit.

I am getting better at being domestic, and I made some yummy chili tonight for Andrew! Yayah! We are slowly getting our house the way we want it, and I'm getting used to having no cell phone reception (it's a basement apartment) and not turning the dial on the stove until it clicks (otherwise the broiler stays on and heats the entire house).

We are also planning to start a photo blog, so I'll post the new blog for that here when it's up. I'll also be getting the wedding pictures soon, so a few of those will make it up here, too. I chopped my hair off on Thursday and I'm still getting used to it, so there will probably be more pictures of that, too. :)

Andrew has been awesome and still makes me so incredibly happy! He brought me tissues and searched 3 different Redboxes for a DVD I wanted to watch the other night when my cold was out of control. He went grocery shopping alone late at night when I'd had a bad day that involved two DMVs, a Social Security office, bad traffic and an empty gas tank. And he always kisses me good night.

Angry eyes

I think it's so funny in the movie Toy Story 2 when Mr. Potato Head's wife tells him not to forget his angry eyes (although later he sticks his shoes in his eye sockets instead). Where am I going with this? I feel like I have had my angry eyes on since Monday night, and it's not a good feeling.

I broke a windshield wiper and forgot to tell my dad about it. Then I got lost on the way to Lava Hot Springs and had to turn around twice to make it back there since there were no visible signs (I swear this is true). Today, I had to drive all the way down to Pocatello to take the GRE, and I didn't get back into Rexburg until 5:30, at which point I had an irritating group project that I hadn't prepared for, and one of the girls asked me if I planned on participating.

To top it off, we have to change cell phone providers, and my dad has suddenly decided that he doesn't want to have one anymore, which means that my brother and I had to spend all night convincing him that there is no other way for him to communicate with us if he doesn't have one, since we don't have land lines at college.

I am exhausted, which means I will now take out my angry eyes and put in my sleepy eyes. I hope tomorrow I can put in my happy eyes and see the world in a positive light.

The return of the klutz

Have you ever had a day where you felt physically unable to use your body to perform normal functions, you know, such as walking up stairs?

Today was one of those days. Because I know that we all have days when we feel a little klutzy, I decided to share my day with you in the hopes that you will walk a bit more carefully and stand a little taller knowing that you're not alone.

First, after staying up until 2 a.m. for two consecutive nights doing homework, I overslept and got up at 7 for an 8 a.m. class in the Austin building. This would have been fine, except that I had not yet printed out the resumes I had to take to another class, and I had to take muffins to my class for a social (fortunately, I had baked them the night before).

So after showering and quickly getting ready, I tried to print out the resumes and successfully employed the "spinning wheel of death" on my Mac. While I was waiting for the wheel to subside, I decided it was time to hurry and make some toast for the road, forgetting that I was supposed to be eating the muffins and other breakfast foods in my class. When I got back to my computer and coaxed it to print, the toast popped and I suddenly realized that there was no reason to eat it, so I told my roommate they were fair game.

I finally had my resumes and backpack ready, when I realized I needed to take my prescription and proceeded to spill the entire contents of the bottle all over the carpet. After scooping them back in (now you'll all know the reason for my strange erratic behavior if I contaminated those pills), I ran into the kitchen and stuffed the muffins into my bag, already late for class.

After tripping twice on concrete stairs on the way to the Austin and then slipping in the hallway, I made it to class late, only to find that one of the muffins had been smashed, probably the result of my face plants a few minutes before. Fortunately, that class and the next one passed without incident, and I only fell once going up the Spori stairs.

When I got to my English class, I dumped out the contents of two class folders onto the floor, and when I decided it was time to go home for lunch, I fell on the concrete stairs to my apartment and bruised my palm and wrist. Then, in the process of moving all the stuff out of my room into the one across the hall since my roommate never showed up (she's probably lucky), I dropped my deodorant in the toilet, splashing porcelain bowl-drops all over my nice dress pants and the bathroom floor.

If anyone sees me tomorrow and I am sweaty, smell like toilet, and have some weird pus-filled malady from popping tainted pills, you can consider yourself informed as to why.