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.