How cute is this thing?! Yes, I found it while I was at work.

"please return your seats and tray tables to their upright and locked position"

I really don't like flying. I know it's supposed to be safer than driving, but there's something about boarding a large metal bird and flying thousands of miles above land that makes me a little nervous. Maybe it's because I watch LOST and the images of people being sucked out of the back of a plane that has broken in half and falling into the ocean are burned into my brain. Anyway so flying is not my favorite thing to do. My husband and I were flying back from Virginia and we were landing in Denver and then on to Salt Lake. Of course there was a storm and the captain told us that it might get bumpy. As the plane descended through the storm there was a lot of turbulence. At one point the plane dipped down really fast. I grabbed my husband and buried my head into his shirt. The other passengers reacted by saying, "Wooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" It wasn't the good woah when you are having the time of your life on a roller coaster. It was the type of woah when you think, "We're gonna die, we're gonna die, we're gonna die." Well at least that's what I was thinking. Of course Evan laughs at me for being so scared and the guy next to him is looking at me like I'm crazy. Maybe he was looking at me like that because he felt the same way and wished it was socially acceptable for him to react the way I was reacting. So we finally land but then we took off again twenty minutes later. So flying is still not something I want to do for a while.

On a lighter note, my husband stole my pillow last night...and I was sleeping on it! Usually after I get up he'll take it and use it along with his pillow. But last night Evan rolled over and pulled my pillow out from under my head. Of course this woke me up and I had to take it back. Of course he doesn't remember this and I swear it wasn't a dream. I'm 98% sure that it wasn't a dream. It was pretty hilarious.

shave and a haircut, two bits

I have to say one of biggest blows to a person's ego is forgetting their name...especially if you've known them for almost two years. Case in point: People I have known for almost two years keep calling me the wrong name. I know, "Whitney" and "Britney" are easy to mix up. I mean, they both have "itney" in them. It took me by surprise when I was beckoned by the wrong name, but I rolled with the punches and responded to them anyway. I almost couldn't think straight though. In my head I'm going, "Did they just say Britney? Do I even look like a Britney? No. I don't." Anyway so I guess I figured after a few years I wouldn't be so forgettable. Another case in point: A few years ago when I was singlin' it up and living at the Raintree (yikes) my friends and I met some guys that were in our ward and introduced ourselves. I saw one of the guys I had met a few days later and he introduced himself to me...as if we'd never met. I remembered him perfectly. He had a weird name and so maybe that helped me remember him. Anyway, so I re-introduced myself and just played along like we had never met. Then I saw him again on the following Sunday. He approached my roommate, who was signficantly more barbie-esque than I was...or ever will be, and said, "Haven't we met before?" She was the roommate who had never met him. She said no and he introduced himself. THEN he turns to me and says, "I don't think we've met. Hi I'm (fill-in-the-blank)!" I just stared back at him. I couldn't believe he was introducing himself for a THIRD time! I managed to gain my composure and say, "Actually this is the third time you have introduced yourself to me. I'm Whitney. You're (fill-in-the-blank), but I'm sure you'll forget and try to introduce yourself again to me at some later date." What I wanted to say is, "Hi, I'm the roommate you've met three times before, but since I don't have blonde hair, blue eyes, and ginormous breasts, you aren't going to remember me...ever. And that's fine, because I frankly don't want you to ever look in my general direction again. Good day. I said good day!" And even though I had no interest in this man (calling him a man is a compliment), I just couldn't get over the fact that I was so forgettable to him. But all in all it doesn't really matter. It just makes for a wonderfully hilarious story.

On a side note, I got my hair cut today. It cost more than two bits, though. Unless one bit is the equivalent of nine U.S. dollars, then it was two bits. I absolutely love it! I went to the barbershop on campus and got it cut there. You are probably thinking, "The BYU barbershop?!" Yes, that barbershop. I go to a girl named Laura. She's great and so if any of you ladies are thinking about getting a haircut I recommend her. Here's the link: http://barbershop.byu.edu/ And I just found out they do full head weaves!

pressure

So I recently had a girls night out of sorts with my old roommates who I hadn't seen in a billion years. Well more like 2 billion. It's funny how when you get married you stop caring about everyone else in your life except you and your spouse. Funny, ya. Ok that's not really true. Life just gets so busy. I know, enough excuses. Well one of my friends told me how much she enjoys reading my blog and wanted to know when I was going to write another one. Well here goes! Now that I know someone actually reads this I feel this immense pressure to write witty and insightful things. And now after every sentence I am wondering in my head, "Will she think that's funny? Will she think me talking about my wonderings is funny? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" It's maddening.

So today is April 7th and to pretty much everyone's surprise big pancake sized snowflakes decided to fall from the sky. Luckily I didn't have to be out in it, but from the nice warm building I was sitting in it looked nasty outside. I don't think I've ever seen snowflakes this big in my whole life! It really was like white, fluffy, cold, icy pancakes floating around and eventually sticking to a tree or something. Too bad they weren't pancakes because I am starving right about now.

Speaking of starving, I'm pretty sure I'm letting myself go. I didn't want to be one of those girls who gets married and then blows up like a blimp (no offense to girls that do that. more power to you.). Every morning as I'm doing my hair I just stare into the mirror and wonder how much larger my waistline will get before I do something about it. Not that my waistline is really that large, but believe you me it's on its way. Part of me hates running in the cold and since this winter is going to last until next April I'm pretty sure I won't be running outside anytime soon. I could always go work out at the gyms on campus, but they are crowded and frankly they stink. Not literally because all gyms probably smell. I guess I should just stop complaining and get my butt in gear. That's what my mom would tell me to do. But before I get into gear I think I'll go grab some M&M's. I'm gonna need some energy.

move it!

Before I started writing this post I had a bunch of things I was going to write about...and now I can't think of any. Well I can think of one but I had a funny way of talking about it and now I can't remember. Oh well. I guess this will be the non-funny version. As I was on my way to school today I noticed a lady crossing the street while reading a book. I noticed she was in the middle of the crosswalk when the light turned green and yet this really didn't seem to bother her. She continued to read and stroll across the lanes of traffic as drivers waited impatiently. I'm not sure if she stepped into the crosswalk while the walky guy was still flashing or if she completely disregarded a solid orange hand telling her to stop. I could not believe that she continued to read her book giving little thought to the people who were waiting for her. Who loves to read a book so much that they would risk their life just so they could finish the page? I swear if I had been in one of the cars waiting for her to cross I would have honked my horn and said, "Hey! This is a street, not a library. MOVE IT!" I caught up to her as she decided to walk in the middle of the sidewalk making it tricky for anyone to manuever around her. I wanted to tap her on the shoulder and say, "Is it really that important that you read your book at this very instant? I saw you holding up traffic. And now you are just taking up the whole sidewalk. Just put your book away until you get to where you're going and then start reading it again. Better yet, stay home and read if it's that important." But of course I just had this conversation in my head. I pass this lady (because you can't walk quickly and read at the same time) and made my way to campus. As I'm walking I see a guy out of the corner of my eye. I can tell he is reading the newspaper and that if one of us doesn't slow down or speed up we are going to collide. Of course he doesn't notice me and so I stop and try to move out of his way and then he finally sees me but after I've moved. I wanted to say, "Look, this is a sidewalk. We use it for walking. Maybe you could get your head out of the newspaper and be considerate of the people around you. I'm more than fine with moving so we don't hit each other but is it absolutely necessary to read the newspaper and walk when 10 billion people are trying to get to class?" Actually I should have just run right in to him and then said, "Oh sorry to disturb your newspaper reading." I know it's not a big deal but it just annoys me how some people choose to be oblivious to the world around them!

Hmmm, what else can I complain about...

and glitter fell from the sky

As I left my apartment this morning there was glitter falling from the sky. Well that's what it looked like. Then I remembered where I live and realized that it was ice. Not snow...it was tiny shards of ice falling from the sky. I don't mind snow, but I do mind ice. Actually it's rather beautiful as you walk down the sidewalk and everything is glittering. What isn't beautiful is face-planting as you observe the beautiful sparkles around you.

See how beautiful they are!?
I have managed to avoid falling so far this winter season. Now that I have said that I will probably fall in the middle of a crosswalk on my way home today...and get run over by a car. Anyway, I was driving today and saw a girl totally eat it right in front of me. The girl was trying to cross in front of my car as I was coming out of a parking lot. I decided to scare her a little and pretended like I was sliding and couldn't stop. Ok that's a lie. Actually I was stopped and waiting for her to cross and she totally slipped and fell. This wasn't a face-plant. This was one of those falls like when you are ice skating and start to wobble and think leaning back will help. And then the arm flailing began. I could tell by how unstable she was that no amount of arm flailage was going to save her at this point. So she fell on her butt and then struggled to get up. To save her from further embarrassment I pretended like I was looking for some change in my car and that I didn't see her flailing and falling on the lovely, yet deceptive, glitter. So she went on her way, but looked a little angry. I wonder if she expected me to laugh along with her? I usually don't want anyone to say anything to me when I do something stupid so I thought I'd just pretend like I didn't see it. I guess I could have just pointed and laughed at her and snapped a few pictures of the hilarious event. But that would have been rude of me.

So I've been thinking a lot about the art of dating. I don't really understand it. I'm just glad I don't have to deal with it anymore. I don't understand how some people always get asked out and other people don't. I mean, I have seen some real weirdos out there who are dating up a storm! Maybe they are just able to find other weirdos. I once heard a funny, yet suprisingly true, statement: 95% of the population is trying to date 2% of the population. I think that's kinda sad. I know not all guys are looking for the tall blonde with a perfect body and not all girls are looking for that tall, dark, handsome guy. Sometimes I think people think they are attracted to a certain type of person and really limit themselves to who they are willing to date. Before I met my husband people would ask me what my type of guy was. I never really had an answer. All I knew is that I liked to be around people who laugh with/at me and who can make me laugh. I never really had a "type" of guy. (Although I married the best "type" of all...the wonderfully amazing type!) I know what it feels like to wish that people would be able to see that I was really funny and a great person even though I don't have perfect hair or weigh 80 pounds. That's a sad feeling. I think it would be great if people would be willing to get to know people before determining their datability. I don't know...just a thought.

I live in a freezer.

Walking out of my apartment is like stepping into a freezer. Yes, I know it's winter. I just hate feeling cold all of the time! Despite my detestation for cold temperatures, I really don't mind snow. I don't mind driving or walking in it. I just don't like the cold temperature that is associated with snow. Although it would be weird if it was really warm outside and it started to snow. Oh, did I say weird? I meant awesome. Anyway, that's my stuff on snow.

Work is going by a lot slower today than it did yesterday. I guess I don't have a paper to keep me busy. But, I do have a ton of other things to do. It's so hard on Fridays to think about doing homework. I trick myself into believing that I deserve a break when in reality my break came last night when I got to watch the season premiere of LOST with my husband. But then I think about how I have the whole weekend to do all the things I need to do and convince myself that typing another post or trying to see which celebrity I look the most like is a good use of my time.


Now I have to look for movies this lady is in.


I used to watch Shirley Temple movies all the time! "No spinach! Take away that awful greenery!"