thoughts while congested

I'm alone again in the office today. It's becoming so frequent that I think I might forget altogether what it's like to actually work with people. Okay, so I've been playing a Ke$ha-inspired playlist on Pandora between phone calls! Okay! So I have! It's my way of going all Risky Business without stripping down to underpants because this actually is a business and I'm more professional than that!

But not so professional as to refrain from Ke$ha while alone in the office.

I've got a nasty cough and a thick layer of mucus lining my nose and throat. Gimme a break.

I've also managed to be really pretty productive, so we'll just see who's laughing when everyone gets back and all the records are nice and clean, okay?

Speaking of productive, I'm getting ready to paint my living room a lovely shade of Aqua Ocean (just go with me-- in truth, this living room is going to blow your mind) and so spent last evening doing some heavy-duty spring cleaning on the walls and baseboards. While I knew there was no way these walls have seen soap for a long time, I was truly unprepared for the amount of grime awaiting me. Four magic erasers, three cloth rags, two refills of soapy water, and dozens of disposable wash cloths later... I finished half the room. But I also rearranged the furniture and had a stroke of inspiration regarding what to hang on the walls to cultivate storage while maintaining aesthetic and, admittedly, cutting back on the general amount of exposed Aqua Ocean.

I'm excited/terrified to tackle the bathroom.

Speaking of bathrooms, that's the worst part about being alone in the office-- trying to time bathroom breaks just right so I don't miss phone calls or the possibility of a visiting UPS man. It is much harder than you'd think, particularly due to the frequency of my bathroom breaks, owing to the tiniest bladder known to man + guzzling water in an attempt to flush out this cold x I have to sing tonight and tomorrow morning.

I think if I'm ever rich, I'd like to get a bladder enhancement. Do you think that's even possible? To increase the size of my bladder? Because pee breaks seriously cramp my style.

Oh, and have I mentioned that this very post may be the one to push me over 40,000 hits on my counter? LET'S MAKE THIS HAPPEN! And I'm going for 50,000 by the end of summer-- because I know just how much everyone likes to hear about my congestion, the grime on the walls of my apartment, and my unfortunate bladder.

Have you ever heard of any one more cool?

today's inspiration

Isla Fisher.
She is so pretty. And she has a very pretty name, too.

She gets mixed up with Amy Adams (but I think Isla is way cuter).

She also has very pretty hair, that I intend to copy soon.

I mean it this time. I'm seriously actually going to do my hair like this. I know I was all about the red hair last summer and then wimped out, but not this time. It is happening. Viva summer!

because it's that summer time again

My show opens in two days.

I have the cutest cat in the world.

I have feathers in my hair.

It is summer and therefore couth to wear white shoes.

Isn't it weird when you come to those occasional points in your day/week/life where you have to remind yourself why you're happy? I mean, I know that I'm happy. In general, I'm really happy.

I have the most loving and patient husband.

My kitchen is navy blue.

We have reached a place of relative financial stability.

But in spite of all the blessings, sometimes the only thing you can do at those points is to hunker down and just make a list, and repeat it like a mantra. It sounds like you're just trying to convince yourself, and maybe you are to some extent, but it's more of a gentle reminding conviction instead of a desperate one. It's not even desperate at all. It's just like, these are all the things that are super awesome about my life. Quit worrying about the inconsequential things, why don't ya?

My family is safe and healthy.

I have a lovely roof over my head each night.

I love television and have access to plenty of it. Toddlers & Tiaras starts a new season next week.

Food is so plentiful that I have 20 extra lbs to prove it.

I think I just need some time to be spontaneous about this abundance of non-consequence. Some really exciting and important things seem to be happening lately, like having the opportunity to be funny in public, and kind of being appreciated for it. Also, it's finally summer. It definitely snowed only like two weeks ago, but this weekend marked a turning-point in the season and I think it's safe to say, it is summer.

It's June. It's 80 degrees outside and it's sunny. This weekend we'll march in the Orem Summer Fest parade and watch fireworks in the warm nighttime. We can go on bike rides and stay up late without getting quite so exhausted as when you stay up late during the winter. We can eat tacos and drink slurpees because it's summer, and there are feathers in my hair, and Best Husband Of Mine and I have a cat who is cute, and I have too much food to eat with little shame of eating it, and Mackenzie on Toddlers & Tiaras, and being funny, and so many happy things that I just need to keep reminding myself about.

Make time for happy.

Look forward to all that happy on a daily basis.

Be healthy and happy and take 15 minute breaks to go stand in the sunshine.

I think it's going to be a pretty great summer.