Fire and Ice

Let me tell you a true story from my own life.  A few nights ago, I was cuddly warm and happy in my bed, but my stomach was growling growling growling, and I knew I wouldn't be able to get to sleep until I got myself a snack.  But it was so cold outside of my covers!!! I was extraordinarily hesitant to get out of bed.  I realized there were some warm clothes on the floor right by my bed and I was able to reach them without letting too much of my heat escape.  Obviously, I had to warm them up under the blankets a few minutes before I could put them on.  Once that was accomplished, with great trepidation, I went to the kitchen, but started shivering so much I couldn't do anything until I found a heavy sweatshirt to put on.

At this point, I became curious as to the actual temperature.  Luckily, my hubby insists on having a clock (with seconds, set by the atomic clock daily) with an inside and outside thermometer in every room.  (I thought he was crazy when he first started setting them up, but  now I don't know how other people live without them.)  Shockingly, it was 70 degrees inside the house, so not really "cold" by any standards.

I made a sandwich and went back to bed to eat it.  In my bed, I discovered my husband happily and comfortably asleep WITHOUT a blanket and wearing only his underwear.  I heard once that marriage is spending the rest of your life in a cold bed next to someone who is too hot.  That seems to be the case with us.

(PS The night after that I literally woke Matt up with my shivering [cold air had gotten into my cocoon when I reached for my heating pad], and he was again outside the blankets with no pajamas and happy as a clam.)

My fancy new job

It occurs to me that I never did a blog report on the new job I started February of 2011, but I quit that job in February of 2012, so I guess that's a moot point now.

But NOW I have a super fancy job I really like right downtown.  (oh, because Matt and I moved to Salt Lake.  I"m not sure I mentioned that.)

I am a personal assistant to a lawyer, and it is awesome.  I spend my days taking dictation of letters, helping run a cancer foundation, buying fly fishing equipment, coordinating housecleaners, taking expensive cars in for oil changes, and whatever else he needs.  I love it because it's always something different.

I have my own office with a window and a door.  Here's my view:

And I have a name plate for my door, which is especially exciting because it's my first one with my fancy new name.

Yes, life is good.  After five months of blissful unemployment, I was hired at this job within two weeks of deciding what I wanted to do next (work at a law firm downtown).  It is kind of amazing how everything worked out.  I actually originally interviewed for a position as a legal secretary, but the interviewer liked me so much he fired his old personal assistant and  gave me her job.  Which is awesome, because I LOVE being an executive/personal assistant.  I feel so blessed that things have worked out so well.

Hey There, Delilah

This morning I heard "Hey There, Delilah" on the radio.  I think we can agree that it is about the best love song ever.

That is why it was so distressing to me that at the Plain White T's concert Matt and I went to several months ago, they announced that everyone in the band was single.

What happened to Delilah?!!!!  I thought you two had a deep, abiding, and timeless love?!!

It's so depressing to hear that song now.

(They also said that Utah was the first place in the country to play that song on the radio.  I wonder if that's true or if they say that to all the states.)

Also, most of their songs are not particularly catchy and some or sort of weird.  Not that I'm necessarily opposed to "weird," it's just not what I was expecting based on their four songs that I know.

Also, two warm-up bands are too many.

Also, I took pictures of the event, but they are on my phone that died.

Also, my phone died on the day we moved and I lost all my contacts, pictures, and notes (this is actually what I'm most sad about).  But my sweetie bought me an iPhone 4S, which was awesome until they made me upgrade the operating system.  Now I hate it.

This blog is an attempt to start a new habit of blogging when thoughts occur to me.

Sorry there aren't any pictures.  It's my dead phone's fault.