In an attempt to add culture and diversity to our lives, tonight Simeon and I went to the theatre. We went to Portland Center Stage to see a play, well more of a monologue really. We watched 21 Dog Years: Doing Time @ Amazon.com. Leave it to us to incorporate culture via technology and humor. But I guess its better than nothing! Actually it was really nice. Since we both work close to home, it’s nice to drive into the city, wander around downtown holding hands while sipping a Pumpkin Spice Chai (or for Sim, a White Chocolate Mocha), and go see an entertaining production. It’s nights like this when I look around and realize exactly how great I have it. I love my husband and I love our life together. Thanks sweetie!

All I can say is today was chaos. Things have been really hectic and I haven’t had a moment to think. But in the midst of all that, I got an email (an honest-to-God email from a living person, imagine that!) and it brightened my day:

I don’t know how anyone could get sick of you. I just want to bottle you up and keep you on the shelf so whenever I need a little joy — pop the top and let you out. Just like I dream of Jeannie–I dream of Carrie. Is that mushy enough so that you had to get out your sponge and sop it up? Smile and keep being you, Becky

God, I love my friends.

Do you ever have days where you just walk around feeling like you have lost control over everything? Today is that day for me. It has been complete and total chaos from the moment I rolled out of bed this morning. Who said today could be pandemonium? I know I for one did not authorize this! My hair is giving me trouble and keeps slipping out of the clips. My outfit just isn’t right because the neckline of my sweater keeps shifting. I have about a million phone calls to make because apparently all of our clients didn’t get the memo that yesterday was a holiday and I was off from work. And to top it all off I was so busy dealing with the commotion that I missed my morning snack. Now my blood sugar is crashing and I am craving all things chocolate. Well, that and it could have something to do with Aunt Flow visiting. She has been here for far too long and I cannot get her to LEAVE ALREADY!

Bon Jovi definitely made it sound more appealing. All I can say is ice storms are not.

Not only did I have to cancel pedicures with Carole, but I didn’t even get to leave my house Saturday until 9:30pm (and that was only because Simeon realized we were out of NyQuil and he desperately needed to sleep). The adventure to the store began after 15 minutes of letting the truck warm up so Simeon could crack the sheet of ice off of the windshield. Then we slipped and slided in 4-wheel drive the quarter mile to Albertson’s. Ahh the evil hold NyQuil has over the sick….

But the worst part of the whole adventure was getting back into our house once we returned. Our house is above the street, so our driveway has a slight incline, which in normal conditions is barely noticeable. However, when it’s a sheet of ice, it makes it impossible to walk up. In fact, Simeon climbed out of the truck (which was parked in the driveway) and slid the entire way to the street. It was hilarious (only because he didn’t get hurt…otherwise I swear I would not have laughed as loud)!

(Oh and I uploaded some random pictures to the Misc. Category, Lisa P. Category, and the Molly Category.)

As last night was Wednesday, we had our typical gathering of friends over for dinner (chicken enchiladas, in case you were curious). Over dinner we started reminiscing about “the good ol’ days” of college. Megan and I, both being University of Portland alums, had quite a few entertaining stories about college parties and their aftermath. At one point we were laughing so hard about a particular projectile vomit story (sorry Jesse!) when Kristen asked me how I could laugh about something like that, as she would have been so disgusted and angry. I reassured her that at the time I was quite mad and totally grossed out, but looking back now it’s hilarious.

This got me to thinking about how we remember things. At the time you are miserable and irritated, but as the years pass, you are able to look back and actually laugh out loud. I, for one, know this is totally true about high school. When you are there, you’re obsessed, tortured, paranoid and even scared. All you can think about is getting out of here and going to college. You think about how people say it was “the best time of their lives” and wonder what they did differently to actually like high school. Then when you are a few years into college and realize how hard it actually is, high school does seem pleasant. And now here I am. I am going on being out of college for three years and now I can look back at it fondly.

I think its odd how our memories tend to fade about the bad things and highlight the good, no matter how few and far between they were. But where I am at now, I am actually enjoying myself. I love my life. I love my husband. I love my friends. I love my house. I love my pets. And a thought just snuck into my head: Does that mean in a few years I will look back at this point in my life and only remember bad things? God I hope not, cause right now there are way too many good things I don’t want to forget!