Weird lunch, etc.

I had such a weird lunch today (meaning the food, not the time slot). My original plan was to drink this protein smoothie thingamabopper that I found at Fresh & Easy. I also got some string cheese to round things out. Around 11:45 I popped open the smoothie in great anticipation of its deliciousness. It had oranges/bananas/apples/coconut/strawberries and on and on! How could I go wrong with such a cornucopia? Sadly, it tasted like it had cement mixed into it. Whatever protein powder they used could have been ground a leetle bit more finely. So, I ended up eating three pieces of string cheese. It was a salty experience, but a good one. I don't think I have ever downed three of those at once and it was pretty satisfying.
In other news, I have discovered Tetris Friends on facebook. Thank you to Jennifer for sending me a link to that, even though you don't read my blog. Tetris is so wonderful, but when the pieces start coming down pretty fast, it makes me a nervous wreck. My palms were sweating towards the end of the last game I played. Maybe I need to get out more. I am also enjoying Bejeweled 2. Aaron put it on his phone for me, and it is a good thing that I don't have access to it all day, or else I would be very tempted to shirk my work.
I get to spend time with my mom and two sisters tonight, and I am very excited. The four of us have not been able to hang out for a while, and I miss it. It is putting me into a good mood just to think of seeing them. I have been thinking a lot recently about how precious times with friends and family are, due to a conversation I had with one of my co-workers. Sometimes I can be so distracted with other things and fail to be really present when I get to hang out with the people who are closest to me. That's just not right! Aaron is a great example to me of leaving other things "at the door" when he hangs out with people. I enjoy watching him interact with friends, family, high school students, or whomever because he gives people his full attention and makes them feel valued. Shout-out to AMR :)

Why so sentimental

What is my dealio lately? I am reverting to my old ways. I am feeling more introverted, and also more sentimental. Music has not made me cry in probably a year, and lately it is starting to get to me again. I think I like that, although it does wreak havoc on the mascara. In high school, I would go into my room and put on a cd for the primary purpose of getting the tears out. It hasn't gotten to that extreme (oh estrogen! oh adolescence!), but it's nice to reacquaint myself with my old cathartic friend.
I have been frequently listening to the original cast recording of Wicked in the car, and yes, it has caused me to squeeze out a tear or two. I started listening to it to prepare for seeing the show, but we missed it because poor wheezy came down with bronchitis the day before. Side note to all readers: always, always buy ticket insurance for such things! I almost didn't. Thank God my husband has helped me become more pessimistic/realistic. So, we're still waiting to see the show. At first I didn't like the soundtrack because I didn't know how the story pieced together, and I was like, okay, there's some dude who's baaing like a sheep, and a lady who sometimes sings like a kid and sometimes like an opera singer, and lots of tinkly sounds. However, I am thoroughly enjoying it now because I sort-of get the story, and although Broadway music can be cheesy and over the top, there is something about repeated listening that makes me love it. Some would say that's because I am brainwashing myself. Maybe, but I think the real reason I like it is because it's emotionally straightforward. I'm mad, so I'll sing about it! I have dreams, so I'll sing about them! You bug the crap outta me, so I'll sing about that! If only life could be that peppy and unambiguous.
I have also been loving the new Coldplay. I am still waiting to get sick of it. There are so many fun sounds on it that crawl into my mind and curl up like some type of adorable animal and make me feel all snuggly. Good job, British dudes.

marinades, marriage, etc.

I do not even know where this post is going. Keep reading if you really have nothing better to do, or if you do have better things to do, but you don't feel like getting up from the computer or navigating away from this page. Yeah, that's pretty lazy of you, but we all do it.
Barbecued salmon on Friday for the fam - used a marinade of fresh lemon juice, garlic, and soy, which my brother reccomended. Tasty! If you have been reading this blog lately, please take note that I cooked, and give me a gold star. Thx.
I think at this point that I can make a cheesy analogy about how marriage can be like a marinade that gets better with time. Oops, I think I DID just make a cheesy analogy. Dang it. I am too lazy to delete it, so I will just let it stand. Anyway, Aaron and I are coming up on two years pretty soon. Hooray. I told him we should go to Six Flags for our anniversary but he totally rejected me and laughed at me in a way that meant "You are so not classy, wife." Whatevs, Aaron. You know you want to go on this: Speaking of theme parks, Aaron and I have been getting some sweet bonuses at D-land lately: one of the Golden Horseshoe peeps gave Aaron a free cup of root beer; the tram lady held the tram for us so Aaron could run back to the car and get his inhaler (poor wheezy!); we got to stay on Splash Mountain and go twice. It seems like the Disney employees are feeling very benevolent now that the summer rush is over. Good for them (and for us).
I am NOT going back to school. At least, not for now. Once I got to the point where I needed to apply, and the possibility of landing on interior design as my career became very real, I realized, this would be a lot of fun, but it's not the thing I want to do most. It was hard to be that honest with myself, because the thing I really want to do scares me a lot, and I have been avoiding it for years and years. However, the fact that I am turning 25 next year scares me even more. So, no more avoidance. I want do vocal stuff very, very badly! Next step: find a good teacher who can whip me into shape!