dark confessions

warning: the following list is not for the faint of heart (or those who are unsure of their intense--don't worry, you'll get there--love toward me).

fact: i have started playing a video game (it is called zelda for the nintendo wii) that involves me creating a character and interacting with other characters in a fantasy world. i actually play this game into the wee--no pun intended--hours of the night and--today--before lunch (does that mean it's an addiction?)
feelings: i am ashamed of myself for going back on my resolve to never do such a thing, and yet i am exhilerated by its forbidden nature.

fact: i hate my job, but i am getting so good at hiding it that my boss recently thanked me for being so positive and creating a happy work place.
feelings: i am either (a) glad that i have fooled everyone enough that my sarcastic "happy to be here" and "fake it 'till you make it" has come across as genuine or (b) saddened that i work in an environment that is so blind to sarcasm...

fact: because i never see the light of day, i have begun frequenting a tanning body lotion. this lotion, however, has turned all of my white towels a disgusting brown color.
feelings: meh. that's what bleach is for, right?

fact: no one in my ward will talk to me. no one. jesse and i spent an entire linger longer (with delicious crepes) sitting by ourselves at a table in a room full of crowded tables. it could have something to do with the fact that i introduced myself in relief society like this: "hi, my name is rebecca jones. i am working on my master's in english. (in response to the worried looks that indicate shock that i am not in dental hygiene or nursing school) yeah, i'm kind of a dork. i don't really recommend talking to me... it's pretty bad."
feelings: i am slightly saddened to be the ultimate social outcast, but it sure beats awkward church coversation, eh?

fact: i felt guilty that i had not posted on my blog for roughly a coon's age. however, without anything exciting to report, i created an entire blog filled with arbitrary facts about my life.
feelings: well, i enjoy writing about myself, so people probably love reading it, right?

summertime: the living is easy

today jesse and i took our bikes on their summer picnic maiden voyage in the park behind our apartment. it was so lovely that i actually arrived at my wretched place of employement with a smile on my wee little face. i just thought that this was a good time to introduce everyone to our children.
this is jesse and his bike (our son) The Flash. please pardon the goobery look on jonesy's face; he was pretty much oblivious to the fact that i was taking a picture.
this picture is of me and my bike The Pink Monster. i think that this picture not only captures the love affair i have with my bike, but also my inner desire to be the horseback diver from the fabulous film Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken. if you questioned what that film is, i urge you to rent it as soon as possible. it will undoubtedly change your life.
the end.

perhaps one is not really "loving" things

if he/she (practicing awkward gender neutrality) has to end so many personally descriptive sentences with the phrase, "and loving it."
save it for mcdonald's commercials.

*EXCEPTION: i am 22, living in boise, dirt poor, happily married, about to finish school for the semester, and loving it.

we must use windex

while enjoying a lunch of leftover Italian food and gilmore girls, jesse and i were surprised by a sudden *BANG* on our window.

we then watched a very confused bird fly away.

he sat perched outside on a telephone line with a somewhat dazed demeanor for about, oh, ten minutes (long enough for me to snap a candid shot from our living room window). i can't imagine the headache that comes with flying full-force into one's window, but i am quite certain that it puts a snag in one's afternoon.