transition

so i think the hardest thing about blogging now that i'm married is the fact that somehow my subconscious refuses to transition to the "married" status.

i don't want to blog about what i made for dinner, or how my job is going, or mine and nick's problems at home. grown up things.

i don't even have kids yet.

i feel like i don't have anything worthwhile to blog about, so i'm continuing to blog about things that i used to when i wasn't married.

does that make sense?

hardly.

but it's not really working.

i'll get it someday.

things will also work better when i find myself blogging at home on the couch in the comfort of our fluffy blanket.

however, we're not getting internet until nick get's a job. that's the deal.

i still feel like i'm in a transition stage at home.

we're still newly married, still trying to get along with each other in the same apartment, and learning to sleep in the same bed.

don't take that the wrong way!

it's difficult to share thebed with someone else, no matter how much you love them.

he chooses to sleep in the middle of the bed sometimes, which forces me to sleep on the very edge of the bed like a large primate hanging from a tree.

not that i mind. i wake up in the morning, he's gone, and i get the whole bed to myself.

usually he's sitting in the front room watching tv or playing a game on his ipod.

then i sleepily stretch, wander in a zombie-like trance over to the couch, curl up in a blanket next to him and wake up the rest of the way. it's quite fun.

the other day nick told the elder's quorum president that maybe i didn't feel welcome in the ward.

so now i'm being fellowshipped by the relief society. haha i can't help but laugh!

me, not feel welcome? i just don't know anyone, and I really don't mind.

i love the relief society. i love the church. but i'm fine.

i spend the most of my day hanging out at the house, making and eating food and hanging out with nick, which i love doing. sometimes we go on bike rides. some times we complain about the groggy weather and wander hopelessly around our apartment in despair.

then i go to work for the rest of the night, come home, eat food, watch the office and scrubs, and go to sleep.

that's my day!

nowhere in there does it say, "go on a walk with the relief society at 8 am."

i am very content with my life as it is.

i have to admit though, i am going to make a conscious effort to wake up before 10 from now on. probably 8. 8 sounds great.

then i'll eat a healthy breakfast while reading my scriptures, go running/biking, come home, take a shower, get ready for the day, play the ukulele for awhile, make something tastey, hang out with nick, and go to work.

that sounds ideal.

then i'll be super woman.

maybe i'll start making crafts?

headbands, necklaces, rings.

i can be crafty sometimes.

i get paid this week

also, i get to see les mis with my mom and sister in a week and a day.

i am so dang excited i could pee

then, maybe, i could clean my closet.