So it's time for my regular Saturday post! I know, I should post more during the week. It's not like I don't have the time. But my mind seems to be at it's best on Saturday mornings, when my eyes pop open around the time I usually start work every weekday. Justin never gets this (he's a night owl), and I used to fight against it, but I have to say, I do my best work in the mornings the older I get. I just can't seem to sleep in without my muscles starting to ache from laying in bed for too long. I think this comes from having a desk job. I had them all through college but I also danced for a good 3 hours at least 3 times a week. (College dance parties: keeping busy students healthy since 1955).

I remember waking up between 12 and 2 pm the whole summer after high school. I was a night owl for the next 5 years, with a regular bedtime of anywhere between 2am-7am... then suddenly my clock started shifting and I became a regular adult. You know, in the world where regular adult = 8 hours of sleep or I become a walking, emotional, grizzly bear. The kind that says things like, "I'm hungry let's go eat," only to thwart every restaurant suggestion/food idea Justin has, which just confuses him and makes him try to dodge the grizzly bear that was currently me (this happened yesterday). Good thing he's as tough as the craziest grizzly bear days I have, or the guy would be running for the hills. Luckily I like to sleep at night so this doesn't happen all the time.

Aaaanyway...

This is a great photo showing the nerdiest couple ever buying bananas. It also is true. If you get married, you smile the whole time you're buying bananas because you're like, "What up! I'm buying bananas with my spouse, while you're buying bananas alone!" (Disclaimer: this actually doesn't happen as grossly and cheesy as this photo.)

My post today is on how normal life is just cool. I'll tell you why. I spend a bit of time every so often talking to my single friends that need relationship advice. Sometimes I just can't help but laugh partly because I'm graduated to the married world, and other times it's because maybe I can finally see all the crap I was going through as a single in this area and I can totally relate and for some reason that is funny. My friends just vent about how a guy said this, but then had no follow through, or once again something didn't work out and they are starting all over. Before I start a rant about how weird being single in Utah can be, let me go off on a better tangent.

I just want to say how thankful I am and how wonderful it is to be married to Justin and just living a normal life. We have a nice apartment, and good jobs, and we spend the bulk of our days at work, and come home to each other and just hang out or he does homework. We do simple things like watch an episode of our new addiction Breaking Bad, or go grocery shopping, or I do yoga while he knocks out more homework assignments. I see my friends' Facebook posting about "fun" activities they do as singles, and I am just grateful. I'm grateful that I no longer have to try on 5 outfits before I go out, so as to look my most attractive, then make sure I am as subtly-but-perfectly-funny as I can be or as interesting/cool as possible so as to attract a potential mate. And then don't even get me started on how awesome it is to not have to go on first dates... blegh. If dates were beans, first dates would be the lima beans of the group... nobody likes lima beans. I'm still not even sure they're edible. So I guess it makes sense that our first date was more of a meet-up, not a date, since I prefer to avoid lima beans.

Last night we got home from work, caught the movie Argo at the local theater, and then hit up the local Walmart for a few things we needed.

Side note: I recommend this movie, it's got good suspense, and is based on a true de-classified story from the CIA. Who doesn't love a story that used to be classified, but is now de-classified? Also, I chose it and finally redeemed myself from the bad string of movie choices I had earlier this year, which led Justin to saying "You don't get to pick movies anymore", and now he takes that back. 

They look like this, but were a little tiny bit cheaper and a knockoff, but they are weird, and awesome. Ok, not  even weird, just awesome.

I'm not going to lie, it was an excellent Friday night. Maybe it's because I have a partner in crime to do everything, so buying lightbulbs and water bottles becomes more fun to me than it was before. But also it's because I don't have to try anymore, I can "be". I have my best friend there with me at all times. All I have to do is be myself in all my self's glory. He encourages me to do things a little more boldly than I used to because he knows whatever I do will be awesome and will make me happy, and he also knows that I hold myself back a lot. Dumb little encouragements, like buy that friggin pair of moccasin booties you've been eyeing for weeks even though you're not sure they go with your clothes. Turns out they do. It also turns out, not trying to look perfect is what makes for better outfits, and more fun in life. Who knew getting married to Justin could teach me little things like this? I was slowly learning it, but he teaches me faster.


Also, he earns extreme bonus points for de-webbing our place and spraying a few weeks ago. Now that it's getting cold we have very few bugs, but he's going to do it again because he knows life without spiders equals the best life and some of those little buggers are already making new webs on our exterior doors. The little jerks.  Last night we were relaxing on the couch watching an episode of our addiction before bed, and he said "Those are cool shoes, let me look at them!". I was wearing my new moccasins, and he took one off and then promptly slams the bottom of it into the wall, not before I caught a glimpse of a black crawly thing that was his direct target. Such a tactically sound move. He's so great, he knows that it's better to kill the spider and tell me it's gone, than to show it to me first.

So this, my friends, is why normal life is just cool. I can't wait for more normal cool things to happen to us. Like maybe tonight we'll buy some produce and listen to the radio. Life is good.

Also... please enjoy this fun song by Grouplove, called Tongue Tied. The video is a little bit in the way of hipster style videos, so it might seem a little weird but the song is definitely great!

I feel like this donkey.

Today is a Saturday. And I've never been more excited about that in MONTHS. My weeks lately are a little crazy. I am training two people in my department, and usually we only train one at a time. Let's just say our "all-caught-up-ness" turned into "seven-days-behind-ness" in a matter of roughly 3 days. The good thing is... training doesn't last forever. It's just crazy... people looking from the outside in on my department think we're just peacefully getting our jobs done. BUT. If you were actually the people IN my department it would look something like this:

(no we're not on drugs... but I know we wish we were with how much we have to do lately just to stay afloat. This is just how our jobs feel at the moment.)



It's pretty crazy, just as we get done with something... and clean our desks off of the 500 kabillion contracts/folders/post-its... 5 minutes later it looks like a tornado hit. We're hanging in there, but this week has not been my favorite.

Aside from all that chaos, I then leave work and spend an hour on the phone with my mom discussing wedding stuff, 30 minutes with Justin doing the same thing, or an hour on the phone with a car insurance company trying to get them to claim liability for the accident one of their "policy holders" caused. I've been trying to get them to claim liability since early July. But... what can I expect? The people who hit me had falsified insurance cards, and an expired driver's license (lucky woman didn't even get a ticket, and I got a damaged car and a month of frustration so far). After a month of yelling at the insurance people to figure something out since their policy holder won't answer the phone/emails/letters they sent, Justin finds out the guy DOES exist... he's just been home in Chile for a month and a half... and the people that hit me are related to him and use his policy (*cough* illegal *cough*). Hopefully this gets resolved this week.

WHAT.

A.

MESS.

Then... after that's done, I either take care of wedding stuff by myself (or with Justin) until I decide I need to go to bed.

Just when I thought it was safe to finally take 5 minutes to myself for the first time this week.... I get texts from my boss on a Saturday morning about stuff I can't fix on a Saturday.

It's officially time to crank up the loud music, ignore my cell phone and play around. (Or go check out florists since I am getting married a month out and still don't have flowers ordered or anything... AND THEN PLAY TIME IS HAPPENING!)

This song will be the first one I turn up really loud. Found it on Spotify this week... and put it on repeat.  Then I created a station based on it. Because it made me feel energy which I desperately needed!



What about you? What do you do to deal with chaos?