smile update

So as I left work yesterday I decided I was going to smile all the way home. I wanted to see if my smile would inspire others to smile. I felt really stupid at first, but it helped to have my sunglasses on. I didn't have to make eye contact with anyone and if I did they wouldn't be able to see me. So as I walked to my car I passed only a few people. One guy drove by and looked at me as I stood at the crosswalk. He totally had the look of, "What's she smilin' at?" I know this look because I do it all the time when I see the no-reason smiles. Anyway, so I found it a bit difficult to continue to smile, but I kept on cheesin' it up the whole way home. While I was driving in the car and smiling simultaneously I saw a girl smile back at me. When I got home I honestly had the thought that I should smile for no reason on the way home more often. I felt like I had a happy little secret and other people wanted to know what it was. For as goofy as I think the no-reason smilers look, it actually made me feel happy to smile even though nothing had really happened for me to feel happier than I normally do. Anyway, so I encourage everyone (or the 3 people that read this blog) to try smiling for no reason one day for at least fifteen minutes. Let me know how it goes.

smiley mcsmileface

So it's really important for me to blog about something as soon as I think I have something blog-worthy. If I don't I will sit at the computer wondering if I should blog about it, if it's too stupid to blog about, if anyone will be able to relate, or if I should just delete the whole blog itself (which I predicted I would do within a week of creating the blog). Oh, side note: I think it's cute when couples and families have blogs so that their families can keep up with the happenings of their life. I tend to use the phone for that. (but apparently using your cell phone might cause cancer, so I guess blogging is the safer way to keep in touch. Gosh, what doesn't cause cancer these days?! One day the egg is good for you, the next day they're telling you if you so much as look at an egg your eyes will fall out and you'll be dead within seconds. I know, a little dramatic.)

Wow, long side note. So as I walked into work this morning, I saw a lady riding her bike and smiling. She wasn't smiling at any particular person...just smiling. I've seen these people before and I'm sure you know what I'm talking about: the people who just smile for no reason. I used to be slightly annoyed with these people. Whenever I would see their stupid no-reason smiles I would think, "What the heck are you smilin' at!? Am I missing something? Is there a giant ice cream cone in the sky that you happen to be looking at right now and I just can't see it?" I think I was mostly annoyed because it seemed so fake. And I will say that I have met some fake smiley people and maybe this is where the annoyance came from. Or maybe it's just that I'm not a naturally smiley person. I look really mad when I'm just walking places, or shopping for groceries, or driving. I usually have something on my mind like, "I think my thighs have always rubbed together. There has never been a time when they haven't touched." Ok, I'm not that shallow, but I have things on my mind. So as the smiley lady passed me on her bike I wondered what it would feel like to just smile for no reason. I'm going to try it on my way home today. I'm just gonna smile the whole way home and see if anyone looks at me like I'm deranged. Or maybe I should try to count the number of people who smile when they see me smile. I'll be wearing sunglasses so they won't be able to tell if I'm looking at them or not. That'll fake 'em out nicely because I'll be starin' 'em down and they won't even know it. All the while with a smile on my face.


Here's a link that gives the steps to developing your smile...seriously: http://www.wikihow.com/Smile

free downy ball

As silly as this sounds, I like to go through and read my old posts. I find them rather amusing. Expecially the one that talks about me letting myself go. Haha it's more true now than it was when I posted it. I'm sitting at work right now and it feels like I have a rubber tire around my waste. I believe in the weight loss world that is referred to as a "spare tire". I can definitely spare it. So that's just an update on my "letting myself go"ness. That's so not a word.

I usually only blog when something funny has happened to me. Nothing all that funny has happened to me as of late hence the lack of posts. If I did blog everyday this is what it would look like: "I'm at work again...just sitting...feeling the spare tire around my waste expand. Oh, a bird just smacked into the window. It'll probably die. Stupid birds." That's pretty much how most of my days go. Anyway, so that's why I can only write when something hilarious/embarrassing happens to me because otherwise my blog would be a boring blog and that is not acceptable.

So the other night Evan was doing laundry. He noticed that we had fabric softener, which I inherited from my sister when she was cleaning out her apartment, and decided to use it. I had noticed on prior occasions of doing laundry that there was a downy ball (used for dispensing fabric softener) that had fallen beside the wall and the washer. I had thought about trying to retrieve the ball, but was hindered by the spare tire that is currently growing around my waste (refer to beginning of blog for spare tire reference). Ok, the spare tire hindering me isn't entirely true. When I attempted to retrieve the ball I discovered that it was lodged between the wall and the washer. I was not expecting this and thus gave up quickly. So when I saw Evan using the fabric softener I told him about the downy ball. He got a random strip of metal and tried to dislodge the ball. He was unsuccessful. Evan suggested using a hanger, so I grabbed one and started trying to loop the hook of the hanger around the loop of the downy ball. This didn't work. I finally was able to bend down and grasp the hook of the hanger and another part of the hanger and pull the downy ball up. I was ecstatic, mostly because I think Evan had given up hope of scoring a free downy ball. I, on the other hand, remained valiant in my efforts. (I really was excited!)

This probably isn't the funniest post I've ever written. I work 8 hours a day and don't really have an exciting life. What do you expect?

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.