Life Lately

I know I made a brief list for my last post, but there are so many things on my mind that I couldn’t possibly write about each one without boring you out of your mind. So here’s the Reader’s Digest version:

  • Did you ever read the jokes in the back of Reader’s Digest? I did. To this day I consider those cheesy jokes the source of my sparkling wit. Those and my dad’s lame ones, of course.
  • Pändo is basically my favorite band, and I got to sing with them. Twice. Booyah.
  • I find great fulfillment in what I consider to be intellectual conversations. I’m sure most of the things I say make me seem dumber than a fence post, but talking out my thoughts and ideas with someone who is willing to talk with me is a great feeling. Also, what is the IQ of a fence post?
  • Life is short.
  • Sometimes your best friends get married. But even if and when they do, you’ll still be best friends and take ridiculous pictures by the duck pond to relive the good ole days.
  • You may not be taking classes, but life is still busy. So busy the only time you have to write a blog post about our thoughts is 1:20 in the morning.
  • Great hair days.
  • John Williams is the man. I had a dream the other night that I was being chased by a dinosaur in Jurassic Park, but John Williams’ music started playing and the dinosaur was so mesmerized by the beautiful music, I was able to domesticate him and ride him around without him eating me.
  •  Music, huh? And literature. And history. And art. And just…life. Excuse me for love bursting all over the place here.
  • Heritage. From both your ancestors and even the people who have had a big influence on your life. I am surrounded by so many wonderful people. Love burst again.
  • Sometimes you take really good pictures with your really good friends. But then you make it your profile picture on Facebook and all of a sudden everyone thinks you’re dating. Oops. But just to demonstrate:
Like I was just supposed to NOT make this my profile picture??
  • Being a responsible adult is hard work. But if you go to Wendy’s late at night to get dinner in the form of your favorite fries because you forgot to eat, it can be fun, too.
  • Commuting to work.
  • Reading the General Conference issue of the Ensign is amazing. This is my most recent favorite, and even though it’s to the priesthood holders, I think we can learn a lot from our roles in our Father’s kingdom.
  • Why do the British spell it favourite? Or colour? Don’t their spellings make them seem even more pretentious?
  • America!
  • Parallel structure and this post’s complete lack of anything resembling it.
  • We never had a season they like to call Spring in Arizona, and I have just been loving the beautiful weather and green mountains. Mmm.
  • Gilbert Blythe and the rule that bosom friends can hold hands whether their husbands are out of town or not.
I’ll take one to go, please.

I already have a bosom friend, though, but thanks for asking.

  • Piles of laundry
  • How much I love education. I recently sat through a teacher training for a private school. Like, on my own. And, like, I kind of wanted to be there. Voluntarily. And I thought it was really interesting. I think I must be in the right major–yay!
  • This post was supposed to be short.
  • Sometimes life doesn’t go as planned. But sometimes that’s ok, and life is even better than you could have imagined it. Thanks Heaven for that. And I do.


One day, when I was being particularly dramatic, my dad said something about how I should calm down and stop acting like Anne Shirley. I paused my melodramatic performance, looked up at him with glistening eyes, and asked if he really thought I was like Anne. He gave me a pointed look, something that said you’re-on-the-ground-sobbing-about-something-nonsensical and walked away. I suppose I should have felt embarrassed or offended, but I was overcome with a sense of giddy happiness. Me, like Anne Shirley? What a wonderful thought!

I often gaze out over the horizon like this. Obviously.
I had read Anne of Green Gables in Jr. High, but it wasn’t until my best friend and I watched all 3 Anne of Green Gables movies in one day that I truly began to love that mischievous redhead. Tenery and I even decided right then that we were bosom friends, just like Anne and Diana, and destined to love each other forever, even if I accidentally got her drunk and her mother forbid us from ever seeing one another again and even if she married roly-poly Fred Wright and I spent my evening reading poetry by candlelight after a long day of teaching. (Oddly enough, Tenery is now married [although her husband is awesome and non-roly-poly] and I still spend my nights reading in bed whenever I get the chance.) 
We often go to parties in puffed sleeves.
I liked Anne. I liked that she was spunky, I liked that she stood up for herself. She followed her heart, and she was a bookworm, like me. All I knew was that I thought Anne was great. And so was that handsome Gilbert Blythe.
Let’s be honest–who doesn’t want a Gilbert Blythe? He’s smart, funny, and knows how to pull off a Newsie hat. 
I don’t really know what’s going on here…
But it’s adorable.
And who doesn’t want to fall in love with their best friend? In terms of fictional characters, Gilbert is at the top of my list, up there with Mr. Knightley, Darcy, Atticus Finch, and Edward Cullen. (Joke.) 
When we first watched the movies, Tenery told me Gilbert dies, and I spent half the movie in agony, trying not to fall in love with that charming young man who was only going to die on me. But it turns out Tenery enjoys lying to people’s faces to get them all riled up, so I got to see Gil win over Anne in the end. Sigh…I could go on and on about how wonderful this whole story is and how I think I was Anne in another life, but I’ll save you the trouble and end this ridiculous post now.
If you need me, I’ll be quoting Tennyson while floating down a river, waiting for my Gilbert Blythe to come and rescue me. 
Anytime now, Gil.

The Legend of the Coloring Book

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Rylee. Rylee was a sophomore in high school and was still trying to learn how to use a straightener properly. Even though her hair was comparable to a bush, she was still a happy little high-schooler–she always had her bosom friend Tenery Martineau to make her feel better (She had big hair issues, too).

Rylee and Tenery had met the previous year in Ms. Millhorn’s Freshman Honors English class, but their friendship had really blossomed this year in Mr. Steiner’s Sophomore Honors Math class. He was weird, they were weird, and Scott Halbert was weird, so, naturally, they all got along swimmingly. The three students may have even chalked their math teacher’s house one night, but that’s another story entirely–stop distracting me.

One year on Rylee’s birthday, Tenery gave her the greatest gift of all time–monstrously huge Disney princess coloring pages. We’re talking about the kind that folded out and covered the entire kitchen table. Rylee was thrilled because just that morning she had received a brand new box of crayons from her parents (So I’m easily entertained). She went home with Tenery that night and they colored away on those huge pages, simply enjoying each other’s company and talking about how weird Scott Halbert was.

Then a dark shadow fell across the land–Tenery moved. She told Rylee about moving right before their math final, which was a bad idea because all Rylee did was cover those stupid cosine equations or whatever the heck they were in her salty tears. But then Tenery and her dear mother brought Rylee some mango salsa for Christmas and all was forgiven (So I’m easily pleased.) But all the mango salsa in the world couldn’t change the fact that Rylee’s bosom friend was living in a foreign country. (Territory, you say? Nuance.) Rylee continued on, but she still missed her bosom friend.

On her birthday, though, Rylee received a package in the mail. It was in a big box addressed from Puerto Rico, and Rylee knew it could only be one thing–Disney Princess Coloring Pages.

Rylee and Tenery continued their friendship through the years. They spent their first year of college partying it up and meeting friends, their second year of college going to school together at unholy hours of the morning, and their third year of college watching Psych and taking naps after work. Christmas crept up on the two friends, and they exchanged presents. Rylee gave Tenery a pair of crazy socks (she has a sock fettish, ok?) and a pair of dangly earrings. Guess what Rylee got?

Disney Princess Coloring Pages.


I sometimes like to think that my blog posts are random. I’ve got nothing on Tenery Martineau, though. Please read this and tell me you aren’t a little confused about what just happened.

Day 22-Something That Makes Me Different

I’ve been sitting here for a while now. I’ve watched the opening scene of Breakfast at Tiffany’s twice. I’ve Facebook stalked cute boys in the ward. I’ve even gotten a bowl of ice cream, all the while trying to decide what I could possibly say makes me different than everyone else. This actually becomes pretty difficult when you live in an apartment of carbon-copy girls.

Melinda and I are both in Women’s Chorus and share a love for all things Cary Grant. Or Audrey Hepburn. Or James Stewart. Or kind of Gone With the Wind. We actually just had a discussion about Rock Hudson, too, so clearly I can’t play the old-movie-buff card.

Brooke and I are both English Majors. We are the ones who sit on the couch late at night, either reading a book bigger than our heads or typing up forever-long papers. Every once and a while we take a break to talk about feminism or British Romantic poetry. Or boys. So clearly, I can’t play the English Major card.

Kim and I are both crazy music buffs. We freak out over cool classical pieces and frequent compare our moods to the different movements of Holst’s Planets suite. We once spent an entire week obsessed with this video. (I don’t blame you if you don’t watch it all the way through. We just loved the old man and his (lack of) conducting)) So clearly I can’t play the music nut card.

Jeehee and I….well, she’s Asian. Which obviously means we don’t have anything in common. But I still love her guts. And the fact she got me M&Ms the other night. Score!

Tenery and I are both avid Psych fans. Every day this summer, we would come home from work, make chicken quesadillas and pop in an episode of Psych. (We may or may not also have put on a second episode to purposely fall asleep to and proceeded to take a two hour nap. This summer was the best) So clearly I can’t play the Psych fanatic card.

While I clearly can’t claim any of the above traits as something that is specifically mine, I realized while writing these descriptions that I do have something uniquely awesome–I honestly could not have asked for better roommates, and the amount of fun we have together is slightly ridiculous. So, yeah, we’re all basically the same person. But how lucky am I to live with my 5 best friends?