i didn’t think i looked like a homicidal maniac on crack, but i was wrong.

i can’t tell you how many times, over the past four weeks, i have heard a variation on the following: “you look SO much happier.” sometimes i am glowing, sometimes my eyes are shining, sometimes i am radiating something.

now, considering the fact that i am completely and totally happy and feel, in some ways, that i have found myself in lots of ways–like i have come home–this makes some sense.

HOWEVER.

tonight, from a person with granted not that much tact in speaking, i heard that i now no longer look haunted, stressed, angry, and upset quite so much anymore.

but wha?!?

i managed to sort of laugh it off, saying that could be because i don’t do much work anymore.

(true story. one for another time.)

but seriously…this is like the versions of the YOU LOOK FANTASTIC weight loss comments i get or have gotten. did i really look that bad before?

i guess i must have.

glad THAT’S over.  goodness.

i need you…

…and, by you, what i really mean is that i need your musical genius and eclecticism to shine forth and multiply and help me with something.

(and, darling bff, if you’re reading this for some weird reason because i know you don’t read my blog unless i tell you to really but on the off chance that you are, could you please not read this one?  kthanks. love!)

okay.

so.

i have an idea for a present.

but…i need help. mainly because i am somewhat brainfried right now and haven’t really been paying much attention to the world around me much. i know. life is tragic.

BUT.

i need love song suggestions.

please don’t throw things at me, but i want to make a CD (i have a history of doing this…yes, i know it’s cheesy. shut up. it goes over well) of songs that remind me of the bff, but i only have a few that i think i actually want to put on there.  i would like to have as much an eclectic mix as possible, so anything from ska to country to swing will work.  i’m thinking of putting some pat benatar, heidi newfield, ben harper, kenny chesney, brad paisley, maybe some jack johnson…see? i’m in a rut! help me!

so…suggestions are great.  suggestions are essential.  suggestions are necessary. please help me seem amazing!  and save me some work. and sanity!

delurk! tell me your five favorite love songs or the songs that make you swoon.  please?

i’ll give you a candy heart.

promise.

mesa vignettes.

i went to arizona this weekend, in case you didn’t know.  i was gone friday and saturday and returned late sunday night/early monday morning.  it was a long weekend, but wonderful, because i got to see one of my friends get married for time and all eternity to someone who is wonderful and really deserves her.  it proves that Heavenly Father’s promises are sure.  that was nice to remember.

a few highlights of my trip:

• i saw bride wars for bachelorette night (oh yeah…we mormon girls go buck wild).  it was WAY cuter than i thought it would be.  if you haven’t seen it, you should.
• i don’t think the weather could have been more perfect, but my feet DIED in the shoes i wore to the wedding.  i was really seriously in pain.  my feet have not been in closed toed shoes since, and if i can keep that trend going, i will. i think the 49 degrees tomorrow will kill it, but who knows.
• i did not catch the bouquet. i definitely wanted to, but i didn’t.  the girl who did, however (there were only like four of us single girls of age trying for it…the rest were kids), gave it to me because i am dating someone and she is not.
• i brought that thing home with me.  on two different flights.  i answered lots of questions about it, and let me just tell you…it’s a little weird to tell people that no, i wasn’t in a wedding. no, i was not the bride (yes, i actually got asked that…which i thought was WEIRD since i was not wearing a wedding ring or traveling with a hot husband but whatever…).  no, i didn’t even catch the bouquet. yes, someone gave it to me.  it was sort of funny.  hard to keep from destroying the bouquet on the sardine-like flights we took home, but…it made it home in one piece.
• in the atlanta airport on sunday, we had a three hour layover. this layover was made INFINITELY more okay by the super bowl, which was playing on most every airport screen.  we sat with a bunch of random strangers and watched, cheered, and argued about whether or not that steelers touchdown was in.  one rather loud, sort of weird guy kept arguing that it wasn’t.  OF COURSE IT WAS. HE CROSSED THE PLANE OF THE ENDZONE. HIS TOES WERE DOWN. IT WAS IN.  GOOD GRIEF.  and that was rather my tone when we were all arguing about it.  and, yes, i do argue with random strangers in airports about football. thanks for asking.
• i think i probably text messaged the bff most of every day that i was gone.  and then, last night, i proceeded to delete every single text message in my inbox…including all of the ones that i had hoped to save because they made my heart flip flop.  that SUCKED.  i’ve been assured, however, that there will be others to replace it.

that was my weekend.  i think i am not yet fully recovered from it, but i’m trying.  i find myself rather in need of either a real vacation on a beach somewhere or some serious buttkicking, pull-yourself-up-by-your-bootstraps sort of sucking-it-upness.  i’m leaning towards the second with possible plans for the first later.  i have been told that such a vacation will help me with productivity.

maybe?