August happenings.

Last night Ben and I had some of our oldest and best friends over. Many people have commented that it's really unusual that I'm so close with the people from my hometown that live in Utah Valley. I try to explain the Columbus 1st ward family to people, but they don't really get it. I've been very privileged to grow up with some wonderful people and feel seriously so blessed that many now live in Utah.

I love these girls (Columbus-raised or not).

And I love this boy, even though he wears golf shirts to parties.

Typical.

Last night Ben and I came home from work tired and hungry. Our conversation went as follows:

Ben: I'm so hungry, I need to get some food now.

Me: Do you want me to make you something? I can make you a chicken and cheese quesadilla really quick.

Ben: No, I don't want that. Quesadillas are fattening and don't fill me up. I'm going to go out and pick up some dinner.

*10 minutes later*

Ben walks into the house with a bag in his hands.

Me: What is that? Taco Bell?

Ben: (sheepishly) Yeah...

Me: (looking closer at the see-through bag) Ohmigosh, you just got a quesadilla, didn't you?!?

Ben: No.... maybe.... yes...

Way to be cool, husband.

Feeling the love.

Ben and I have a lot of strange nicknames for eachother. I rarely call him Ben- usually it's Bean, Beanie, or Beanis if he's in trouble. Ben never calls me Christine, Chrissi, Chris or the like. Sometimes it's something sweet like baby or honey, but usually it's Stink, Stinky, or Stink-pot. Such love, right? Anyway, we've added two new names to the mix. I've begun calling Ben "Mongoloid" and he has begun calling me "Tyrant."

We really do love each other, I swear.

My kind of date night.

Last night Ben and I finally went to see Mamma Mia. I absolutely loved the movie- we saw the play on Broadway during our honeymoon, so I have a soft spot in my heart for it. Ben didn't share my love- he said that it was the worst movie he had ever seen. Whatev, I was happy- singing, dancing, and Colin Firth? Sounds great to me.

What to do.

At the beginning of August, the Governor decided that State employees would be switching to a 4-day workweek. I'm still deciding if I'm a fan of this, because getting through four 10-hour days is a beast, but having a 3-day weekend every week is kind of wonderful. The only problem is I can't figure out what to do with my time. I just feel so unproductive. Any ideas on how to make my solo-Fridays more fun?

My love/hate relationship.

Along with most 17 year old girls in the US (as well as the rest of the 18-40 age group who doesn't like to admit that they watch), I watched the season 4 premire of The Hills last night. Seriously, I don't know why I like this show. Half each episode is the cast just looking at each other. After every episode I think to myself, "I stayed up until 11:30 for this?" Even so, I find myself watching every week, with Ben making fun of me all the while...

Here are my most recent conclusions about the show:

-it is only about 5% reality. The girls know each other and may or may not be friends.

-Heidi is a dingbat who is also only about 5% real.

-Spencer is a d-bag. Can't stand him and his freaky blonde facial hair.

-there is no way Lauren can work at People's Revolution, design her own clothing line, do all her endorsements, attend LA events like there's no tomorrow, and still have time to breathe. Same with Heidi. Girlfriend does not work at Bolthouse... if she does, it's only like 10 hours each week.

Favorite Snack.

For the past 3 days, this has been my favorite snack. Love that strawberries have been on sale, love that it's a healthy treat. Cut up peaches with whipped cream are a close second.

PS- don't google images of strawberries and whipped cream- I learned the hard way that some non-strawberries and whipped cream pictures come up. Ewwww....

Geez...

Oh my gosh- I'm about to lose it. This morning at work, I've been doing a lot of paperwork at my desk. I've also been drinking my trusty DDP (Diet Dr. Pepper). Anyway, whadayaknow, I end spilling my DDP all down my blue and white striped top, leaving a huge streak down my front. I have meetings today, so I figure that I shouldn't go through my day with a stained shirt. I teetered between A: going home and changing my top. It's only 7-10 minutes each way, or B: driving a few minutes to Kohls and picking up a new top. I decided on Kohls, as I've been wanting a new shirt for a while now (read: wanting another new shirt from the moment I bought my last new shirt).

So I go to Kohls, find a cute tank and light light cardigan to layer it with. Bought them. Feeling pretty happy. Went back to work, changed out of the stained shirt and into the new ones. Sit down at my desk, ready to resume my tasks. Take a drink out of my DDP. SPILL MY DRINK ALL OVER MYSELF AGAIN.

Today is not looking very promising.

Ready for a change...again.

Ok, so I've had brown hair for about 4 months now. I like it, it's fine, whatever. I think I'm ready for a change again. What I really want to do is have hair like this girl from We are Marshall:

Ben says that I can't, because he thinks that we'd end up looking like this family:

Whatev, I guess my options are limited to blonde and brown. Fine. I mean, it's not like I've ever let Ben make my decisions before, so part of me says,"Just do it." Even so, a little part of me understands what he means about not wanting to look like the Weasley's. I've heard too many times already that me and Ben look like brother and sister... I don't think that us both having orange hair would help that compairison any.

Yeah gymnastics.

After watching the Olympics for a million+ hours I think that I have a crush on Raj from the US men's gymnastics team. Not sure why, just one of those random's I guess.

Also, my heart goes out to Alicia Sacramone from the US women's gymnastics team. Girlfriend just didn't have a good meet. I feel bad for her, because everyone else hit their routines and she fell on both floor and beam. I'm guessing she's feeling pretty low. I even so, there's no reason to complain about getting a silver medal in the olympics, right? Chin up Alicia- it's not like you fell on super-easy stuff. I think I'd fall too (actually no... I think die is a better word) if I had to do your routines.