do you ever

spend all of your time devoted to a paper only to read through it and realize that it actually kind of sucks?

wake up from a nap and feel like your arms lost all function?

procrastinate, but pretend that you're not procrastinating because you made muffins?

find (or create) messes just so you can clean them up?

make lists and lists and lists of things that can't possibly be done now in order to avoid doing things that you need to do now?

decide that your hair looks like a triangle when it's down and like a twelve-year-old's hair when it's up?

argue that going to the gym is imperative for your health when you should be spend your time on more necessary tasks and that it's a distraction when you really should go?

plan on going to the ward whatever (visiting teaching brunch) all week, wake up early for the event, and decide to stay home and eat cereal instead?

if your answer to any of these questions is yes, we may have a great deal in common this week.
it's time to shape up, kids.

today we made a pact

we don't want to gain weight just because we're married. we agreed. and then we ate mcdonald's breakfast.

i have to write roughly 45-pages in two and a half weeks

and all i can think about is whether or not it's time to change the title of this blog from jesse and rebecca to just rebecca, seeing as jesse adamantly refuses to be a part of the blog.

a moment of vulnerability

this is what happens when i am left alone with a scarf, a pair of scissors, and the notion that i should be french: i give myself bangs (you know, like shorter bangs than i already had...)

i was ready for a change of sorts.

Per Bitty's Advice

jesse and i had our first easter all by our lonesomes. originally we were going to have some friends come visit, but bitty's health simply would not allow her to travel the distance. i'm not gonna lie; i was a little bummed out that we didn't get to be with our families and friends, but luckily bitty was wonderful enough to suggest a perfect easter activity. following her advice, jesse hid diet beverages around our apartment for an easter hunt. he also documented the entire hunt with photographs. i don't really understand what hiding eggs around a house has to do with Christ's resurrection, and i'm fairly certain that hiding diet beverages around the house didn't increase my understanding of Christ either, but it was a gay old time. i also realized why people always want to have kids around holidays: pictures of adults searching for things in a living room really aren't that fun to look at. nevertheless, i am posting some of ours. i hope that everyone had a lovely holiday--i know that i did.

one hiding position for the diet wild cherry pepsi
jesse kept telling me that i was RIGHT at the last one, but i couldn't see it. i became forlorn. if you look carefully, you can actually see the can in the window sill.

hooray! happy easter for all, and diet pepsi for me!

my husband has a first name--it's J-E-S-S-E

and he is singing the oscar meyer song in the kitchen while making a sandwich.
we're grown-ups. promise.

so i said, do you love me?

and she said, no, but that's a real nice ski mask.