Time flies on my day off.

So far it's been a pretty uneventful Halloween. You'd think this would disappoint me considering it is my second favorite holiday, second only to 4th of July and the obvious Christmas. But I'm completely content, quietly sitting at the computer in my bathrobe and eating a bowl of mint chip ice cream. (Tragically, I haven't bought chocolate, my favorite, since I got married, enluew of Matty's detest for it.)

We just started off on an off day. Matt and I both woke up extremely congested and groggy from a troubled night's sleep. On account of nightmare's stemming from a Ghost Adventure's documentary, I drifted in and out all night. I laid awake at one point, facing away from Matt. I though I heard him grunt my name, but when I turned over with a frustrated, "What?" he was fast asleep.

It was a while before I convinced myself I was just imagining things.

We had planned to go to the temple in between Matt's classes, but I could barely lift my stone body out of bed. So instead of fixing my hair while he went to biology, I caught up on an hour of sleep in the comfort of daylight. He came home sometime later, and just passed out next to me on the bed, glasses, shoes, and all.

It was noon before I had the heart to wake him. He reluctantly got up and worked on some homework while I made lunch. I had just cleaned the kitchen a few hours ago and was itching to get it all stained again, so I made some pasta.

We ate a late lunch and then Matt went back to school. I took the opportune lone time to work out some things in the book, and before I knew it, the clock struck five and he was home. I helped him into his Halloween costume, "The Guitar Hero" same as last year. I sprayed his hair blue, (which is surprisingly complementary to his complexion.) and fixed his eyeliner, just as I had to boys in the past. Garrett as a vampire. Kyle as a pirate. Ryan, urr, just as Ryan ;-P

I'll say it turned out splendid. I can't wait to hear his fellow employee's reactions. They are not use to seeing him this way. Sometimes I really think he would dress like this more often...if he could get away with it.

Aubrey came over and explained to me how she got tricked into babysitting. We might hang out later if she gets off early enough. (she also has a husband who leaves her at home till the middle of the night.) In the mean time, I've enjoyed the solitude of my apartment. I cooked dinner just for myself, something else I haven't done since getting married. On a whim I sauteed mushrooms and chicken in sesame oil, sprinkling in just about any seasoning I could find in my cupboard.

If I learned anything from my old roommate Kelly, it was how to screw people over - but most of all, how to cook with just the bare essentials. I remember once we were snowed in for three days (not that we would have had much money to buy food if we were not snowed in) with nothing in the apartment but some vegetables, croutons, garlic powder, and ranch dressing. Believe it or not - we had a feast that night.

So I ate, and took a long shower, hence the bathrobe. I caught up on Twilight, since I've been too busy to pick it up in the last few days. I just finished chapter 17 and am excited because we've finally come across a bit of conflict, and even some suspense!

Hmm....maybe I'm being a bit harsh on Meyer. But I'm sure people will be hard on me.

I can't believe it's ten o'clock already. Matt's going out with some friends after work, so I guess I'll head to bed early. I would join him if I didn't have to be at work before dawn. But that's life I guess.

For now.

Back to Basics

To put it nicely, I've had some trouble adjusting to life in Rexburg, on top of being newly married. Today in enrichment we went over the ABC's of homemaking. Pretty self explanatory, each letter is a topic like "C" for cooking, "B" for budgeting, ect.

I just sat there, wide eyed the whole time, tying not to look guilty.

Everything was very informative, but it all seemed to rub in how unhousewifey I am.

Budgeting is all well and good, but our financial plan is: pay tithing, reward ourselves once in a while, but spend AS LITTLE as possible. And that seems two work for us.

Cooking is something I love, but is time and money consuming. So I only do it on nights that Matt and I are both home, which is like......one, maybe two nights a week. And I'm not a good enough wife to get up at five and make him breakfast. He would much rather lay in bed for ten minutes and cuddle.

With cooking came nutrition. Okay, nutrition is great, but doesn't really coincide with my slacker lifestyle. I am so psychoanxious (yes I just made up my own word.) that worrying about how many carbs are in my cereal and fretting over whether or not I'm getting the right serving of vegatables each day is just rediculous. My mind is already preoccupied with how Matt is doing in school, what crazy notion my mother is going to call me up with, and how I'm going to get things done, I don't need anymore crammed in there. Whenever I want to loose wait, I just skip dessert and eat less. (a lot less) Which may not be the most "healthy" process, but it works for me.

And excersize? Please. The way I see it, running around with pre-schoolers for ten hours a week tests your body, mind, and paitence to it's fullest limits. Add 100 crunches to that everyday for a slim waist, and I'm good to go. I don't need to run three miles a day or trick my lazy husband into joining a gym.

Don't ask me how much I actually weigh. I honestly have no idea. If it's too little, I'll obess over it. If it's too much, I'll obess over it.

Ignorance is bliss. Sometimes.

It's A Perfectly Wonderful Life

Uggg! I stumbled out of bed at 6 this morning,well - more like 6:15 after the snooze. In 6am light, which is no light at all, my face was pale and blotchy. So I dabbed some concealer and powder on and got dressed in the dark and headed out the door.

I forgot my pop tarts. I forgot my 4 dimes for a soda. But surprisingly there was no frost on the windshield so I actually made it on time to work today!

Doesn't matter though, because I was a zombie until about 3:30. So I got a solid half an hour of hard work in for the day. No, I shouldn't say that. I definitely earned my 7.50 an hour with as many projects as I finished.

But I was so exhausted when I got home that I threw the new carton of milk in the fridge and crashed straight into bed. Matt came in to see what was the matter. I told him I was fine, I just needed to rest. Without lifting my head off the pillow, I reached into my purse and handed him the debit card and told him to go get his hair cut and bring home a pizza for dinner.

I didn't even notice that the dishwasher was loaded, the bed was made, AND - get this - the laundry was all folded! I graciously thanked him when he came home.

We dinned on Little Ceasar's while he helped me with my video game. (I'm rediscovering FFX - 2) We didn't bother doing FHE since we were going over to Kenny and Aubrey's house to watch football. We had a nice time there, just hangin out, sharing stories of newlywed bliss. Take out pizza and working all day may not seem like bliss to most, but comming home to a clean home, and even comming better, coming home to Matthew truly is my idea of the perfect life.

Well....the perfect life right now :)

And I will always love $5 pizza!

Vampires, Demons, and Ghosts - Oh my!

So I finally broke down and bought "Twilight." I was itching for something to read, and since there is no substantial bookstore here in the beautiful Rexburg, I was forced to select from the display at Wal-Mart. I useually try to stay off the mainstream market and give up and comming authors a chance, but I felt left with no choice. I've heard nothing but good things about "Twilight," so I figured I'd give it a try. I've put it off so long because I was kind of burnt out on vampires. I've already read spectacular books by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, and was reluctant to stray from her. (I highly recommend her.) I was hoping to find a demonic epic or a ghost mystery. But people in this town are devoted to Stephanie Meyer's vampire saga.

Don't dare to tell anyone here that your opinions are otherwise. Stephanie Meyer is a BYU alum and any remarks about her stories that aren't singing her prasies are considered blasphmus, I've learned.

I took the book non-chalontly to the checkout and the girl in front of me gasped. "You haven't read that yet? Oh, you're in for a treat!"

I'll admit, my excitement grew, especially when the cashier commented on my purchase as well. So I went home and started reading.

It's okay. Typical teen-girl-falls-in-love-with-handsome-mysterious-boy-who-turns-out-to-be-vampire story. Very well written I'll admit. Had it been written by an amature, like myself, I would probably be bored right now. I'm about half way through and it's just starting to get to the good stuff. As a love story, Edward has begun to make his true feelings more apparent and opened up his trust to Bella. I'd like to know more about these particular vamipre folk, how they live and what they think of thier brother's budding relationship with Bella. But I suppose Meyer will get to all that.

I have mixed feelings about Bella. At first she seemed to melencholy, saying how lonely she was, yet waving off and rejecting all the kids that tryed to befriend her. And what's with calling her dad "Charlie?" I think Charlie diserves a little more respect. It's not like he abandoned her when she was two, and he obviously loves her. Why does she not love him like a father? I do not know, because the author hasn't expanded on that yet.

Also, Bella seems like such an independant girl, yet she jumps to serve Edward's every swooning word. Bella seems so practical, yet she's like, "Oh, he's a vampire. But I don't care." I pointed this out to a devoted fan and she retorted with, "Well, you can't help it if you have feelings for someone. It's uncontrollable."

My past wouldn't let me argue with her there.

"You don't choose who you fall in love with," she added devensively.

I bit my tounge, supposing she hadn't learned the contratictory of that myth the hard way yet.


Sorry. My ramblings of "Twilight" were to prelude into the actual point of this entry. The other night I was reading just before bed, a habit I'm delighted to get back into. To my surprise, my husband, Matt came in holding one of my books and plopped down on the bed to join me.
Aww...I thought. We're reading together, just like the old married couple I always invisoned we'd be.

There really is something special about being able to be with someone but not having to really do anything. I think Matt is the only person I could live with the rest of my life. He turns the T.V. down when I sleep. He lets me control the Zune when we are both in the car. He wakes up at six, just to take me to work. He doesn't leave dirty kitty litter in the kitchen trash can. He doesn't skimp on the bills. He doesn't invite mean drunk people over who don't care about my stuff. And that's true love.

We're doin pretty good. Since we got married on Aug 15 of this year, we've made the treck west out to BYU-Idaho and set up our little apartment. Matt goes to school all day and works at Wal-Mart most nights, so that leaves me free to fill the time between 7-11, which is when I usually write, clean house, and watch junk shows I probably shouldn't. I watch ghost shows whenever they are on. (Matt thinks I have a problem) Monday nights is One Tree Hill night and Big Bang Theory night. I love Jon and Kate + 8 for some reason, and The Office. My Name Is Earl reminds me of back home.

Sometimes I just like to turn on the music, take a bath, and just enjoy being at home.