On candy bars, and office security

What a beautiful day in the neighborhood! I should be out there, letting my legs get a little vitamin D... if my legs are still white by mid July, there might be talk of installing a tanning bed in our basement.

On my way to the grocery, I started flipping through the radio stations. Sunny days need happy songs. I'm not very cool when it comes to my music choices, and today, I was glad no one knew the song I was head banging and lip syncing to was "Lets Hear it for the Boy" from Footloose. Secret's out now, I guess.

I stopped by Jus's work to drop off a Snickers candy bar. A peanut butter Snickers candy bar, mind you. I had a little note wrapped around it, and the initial plan was to sneak into his office, and put it on his desk when he wasn't looking or something. I wanted it to be a surprise, you know?

Pros and cons of said operation:

Pro: Husband and I see each other for two seconds, under the pretense of delivering brain-creative-juice-enhancing-goods. He's a hard worker, and he needs a boost every now and then, right?

Con: I'm not really sure where Jus's desk even is.

How stupid would I look, a little girl, running around this grown-up office peeking in each person's cubicle, looking for the back of a blonde head? I can just see myself panicking.

In this state of panic, my rash behavior would take over, and this would result in making a wild guess as to which cube was my husband's, and leaving this candy bar and (semi-tacky) note in some other guy's cube. Wouldn't be one of my shining moments as a wife...

When I went to open the office door, and couldn't. It was locked. I texted Jus.

So, instead of me sneaking in, Jus snuck out, and the candy bar was delivered. To the right boy. (Win) In the right cubicle. (Win) And he liked it. (Win)

I kinda like him. (Win, win!)

Modern Housewife

As we started to fall asleep last night, Jus mentioned he cleaned the toilet. What a guy!

Then I dreamed about cleaning the toilet bowl too.

Then I woke up, and cleaned my whole apartment. Not just the toilet.

Cleaning with Frank Sinatra isn't so bad, you know that? I even turned my lights down low, (not good if you're dusting. You'll miss half of it.) and imagined I was one of those high fashion 1950's ladies in my pearls and heels and bright red lipstick like you see in the movies, rather than a girl with bad bed-head who hadn't managed to shower before noon.

Cobb salad for dinner tonight. Should be a simple operation, yes? Potato rolls to go with Cobb Salad? We'll see... After a couple hours of mashing potatoes and mixing in about a ton of flour, (and spreading half of that on the counter) they have been corralled into muffin tins, and there they will stay, rising their little hearts out until dinner time. I've got my fingers crossed.

Camera?

For the last hour I've been checking out digital SLR cameras and dreaming my head off. Literally.

I'm saving pennies for one.

I have always wanted to be able to take good photos. In high school, my english teacher asked us to go through magazines and cut out pictures of what we wanted our life to be like in 10 years. I found an ad with a girl in a denim jacket and a beret taking a (probably amazing) picture of something not seen on the page. I've always wanted to be that girl.

I've looked at lots of websites and read (which here means "skimmed") reviews, only to forget what I was reading half way through. But, I took notes. And that's a start, I guess.

Reason Number 2,345 Why I Love Him

I would be pretty ungrateful if I didn't post something today.

My husband is wonderful. I know I say it all the time, and it probably sounds a little cliche, but, I'm not very articulate.

After reading about our laundry mound last night, Jus looked at me with those big blue eyes of his. If I had told him how stressed I was, he would have helped me, he said. I shrugged it off. Really, I wasn't that worried about the laundry, I was just whining online. That's all. A minute later, he disappeared. I wandered into our little kitchen, and there he was "de-mounding" that huge pile of socks and underwear.

And yes, he made the bed.

Four (Seven) Letter Words

Once again, my motivation meter is at like, a -10.75. I hate it. I wish I were disciplined enough to get things done around the house that need to be done.

The Kilimanjaro sized pile of laundry is sitting atop the dryer still waiting to be folded, which I can't (won't) do until my bed is made (I fold laundry on the bed, you see) which I can't (won't) justify making because by the time I make it, its just going to get unmade for bedtime. You see my dilemma? So, until I make the bed (probably tomorrow) the huge laundry hill is going to stay where it is, on our dryer, in our little kitchen, with one little window and spiders to boot.

Did I mention some ladies from church are coming over tomorrow? The laundry hill will need to be uprooted to my bedroom before they come. Which means the bed cover on the floor will probably need to be moved somewhere else to make some extra room.... I don't even want to discuss my dresser. Its stunning lack of room (due to some serious c.r.a.p. spread across the top. All mine, by the way) necessitates using some valuable floor space. This creates a new home for spiders. Perfect.

Meanwhile, I'll soak my guilt in a bubble bath, and admire the contrast of my red toenails against the fluffy, white bubbles.

On Oregon and Feeding the Wildlife

This time last year, things were different. Jus was in Oregon, serving a mission for our church. Part of last Mother's Day was spent listening on the phone (in tears) as that boy talked with his whole family. Being on an LDS mission, Jus could only call home on Mother's Day and Christmas. I will always appreciate his mom for sharing him with me on those days. That Mother's Day, however, was a particularly incredible phone call. For a lot of reasons.

In that last phone call, we talked about taking a tour of Oregon together. Last week we did, and it was marvelous. We spent a week driving around between Oregon and Washington, listening to Taylor Swift and Royal Wedding podcasts, and watching Indiana Jones. We wandered along the beach, scrambled on top of rocks, and listened to the seals chatting with each other. The Oregon coast is absolutely beautiful. I love it. Jus was the perfect little tour guide, taking me to places he explored, and introducing me to friends he had made. I think that was one of my favorite things we did together.

We spent a few days with family in Seattle, and munched on Ivars on the pier. Delicious. As a matter of course, we saved some food for the seagulls. (They watch you with those beady eyes all the way through your meal.) Gull feeding can be an intimidating process. You're never quite sure if they will see your outstretched finger as an extension of the fry in your hand. As Jus was contemplating how to accomplish the task at hand, and come back with all of his fingers, a huge white, whiney blur flew past his left shoulder, and snagged the clam strip in question. Bang! Out of nowhere. Last I checked, all ten digits are in their place.

Well, reality can't be suspended anymore for the moment. We're back. Laundry needs to be done, and bills need to be paid. But, Jus and I will make plans to go back again. The beaches and the seagulls will be waiting.