Jul 22, 2011

Indiana Ramble

Trevor's been in Indianapolis all week participating in the ComedySportz International Competition (I don't think I have any regular readers in Indianapolis, but if you're there, the Provo team plays Houston at 7pm tonight; you should go see my hilarious husband).

So naturally I've spent some time thinking about Indiana this week.

I lived in West Lafayette, IN during my junior and senior years of high school, but I haven't stepped foot in the state since then (graduated in '04, so it's been seven years). I haven't really had a compelling reason to. I liked Indiana just fine, but I haven't stayed particularly in good touch with anyone there and there's nothing particularly exciting to visit in the state.

I liked fireflies and I liked corn fields and I liked the high school I went to. Would I go back for any of these things? Maybe. I might go to my 10 year high school reunion. Though reunions seem a little unnecessary in the days of facebook. I already know who got fat and who got rich and who got married and who got hot. Hm, but I suppose a Burroughs High School reunion still sounds appealing, even if a West Lafayette High School one makes me feel "meh". Even though I haven't seen much of many of the Burroughs people since I left for Indiana in '02, I'm more in touch with those friends. And it's still the hometown.

I've been to Indianapolis a few times, but don't remember much. I couldn't think of anything to recommend doing/eating there to Trevor. Chicago was more our big city when I lived in West Lafayette.

Prior to this week, Trevor had never been east of Colorado ("I've never seen so many black people in my life!"). It kind of makes me a little sad that he's out on new adventures without me, but I've enjoyed my time home alone as well. It's very relaxing to not have to answer to anyone for a few days. There will probably be more traveling in his future as he continues to pursue the comedy thing, so I guess I should get used to it.

Jul 8, 2011

LT-B = :(

Living on a tighter budget, fast food consumption has been significantly cut down. However, I still indulge once in a while. Imagine the fattest person you can saying "I just get so hungry," and you are imagining what I feel like every day about two hours into my work day (yes, out of a whopping four hours...I just get so hungry, okay?). I just want something fast with lots of bacon.

Even when I try, the universe is denying me. Probably this means I should stick to bringing in lunch.

July 1st - Subway
I order a BLT sandwich with all the veggies. Sandwich, once unwrapped, turns out to be an Italian BMT. Which has Genoa salami, spicy pepperoni, and Black Forest ham aka way too much meat. It was pretty gross, it took me forever to get through that sucker. Also, I have no idea what BMT could possibly stand for. I just wanted bacon with my vegetables!

July 8th - Wendys
I order a BLT Cobb salad without chicken. Salad, once uncovered, turns out to be a BLT Cobb salad with chicken and without bacon or blue cheese crumbles aka the most delicious parts of a BLT Cobb salad from Wendys. And they put warm chicken on their salads which is almost as gross as 8 tons of Genoa salami, spicy pepperoni, and Black Forest ham. Why would anyone want warm chicken on their salad? It makes your lettuce hot. Which is disgusting. Also, the chicken soaks up all the delicious avacado ranch dressing (which actually might be the most delicious part of a BLT Cobb salad from Wendys...it's a huge toss up). I just wanted bacon with my vegetables!

The moral of the story: I need to buy bacon on the way home from work and eat BLTs for every meal. Because they are delicious.

Jul 4, 2011

In a funk

It has been brought to my attention that it's been two weeks since I last posted something on my blog and that is longer than I am allowed to go. You, dear readers, are a insatiable bunch.

But I am in a funk. And I don't use the word "funk" lightly since July 2nd, 1979. The day the funk died.

My hours at work were cut in half a couple weeks ago. I'm still feeling angry/depressed about it, even though I understand the company's decision. I could go on and on about this (some of you can already attest to that), but I don't believe it's wise to publicly bad-mouth my employer. So yeah, just know that I am not pleased with my current work situation.

It's not about the money. Trevor left his work to do comedy full-time a couple months ago, which has had it's own ups and downs, so we are mostly living off of savings for the time being. However, there are promising things in the future for both me and Trevor; I think we should be okay financially. But I just feel so purposeless. I know I should fill up the extra time in my schedule with something worthwhile, but I mostly just sleep more. Like a ton. I need to feel excited about something again. Not that I've been excited about work much in the last year or so, but it at least passed the time.

I don't really get fireworks. They're kind of neat. And it is nice to have an excuse to be out on warm summer nights because I love those. And I'm all for celebrating the day Will Smith and Jeff Goldblum saved us from alien invaders. But still...what are you supposed to be thinking about when watching fireworks? Oh! Noise and light! Oh! More noise and light! And they are essentially the same thing year after year after year.

I was going to title this post "I'm not living. I'm just killing time." But apparently I had a post titled that back in January '07. It's a song lyric that's really stuck with me over the years, I guess.