summstress.

on friday night, i had a little meltdown.

over the past few weeks, little things have been setting me into crying fits of hysteria.

first, my parent's dog chewed up my flip flops.

secondly, my mom tried to replace said flip flops with her own.

thirdly, i saw the best rendition of wuthering heights - ever, done by masterpiece series. {actually, i think i'm allowed to cry over this one.  it was fantastic.}

fourthly, making it late to sunday dinner and having the food be cold.  {i am not proud of this.}

then on friday, {after the delectables pictured above} john and i had a disagreement on whether or not to get mango sticky rice.

it was the last straw.  

as usually happens when i am hormonal and sensitive and downright ridiculous,

it was all john's fault.

like the grand husband that he is, he sat quietly, held my hand, and apologized profusely for nothing in particular.

we then went to planet of the apes, me complete with puffy eyes.

as the evening drew to a close i thought, 

"the tiniest things have been setting me off as of late, why is that?"

i sat there and contemplated the intricacies of the universe,

the cosmos of emotion and what they all mean - and finally came to a conclusion.

i need to be back in school.

it is true.  i am ready, folks.

currently, my mind is harried up with trivial things that don't matter at all,

and i get stressed out about what cereal i should eat in the morning {as if it is a life and death decision.}

i'm pretty sure it all boils down to:

i need some real purpose in life.  

no more crafts, no more monk, no more online shopping, and no more making treats to occupy the 16 waking hours of my day.

just cold hard facts and nose-to-the-grindstone studying and also lots of patient contact.  in other words, bring it on, nursing school!

john will be relieved {i am sure},

and so will i.

because as soon as i am stressed out with school once more,

my chewed-up flip flops won't matter so much.

bring it on school. bring. it. on.

i dream.

houg

i dream of becoming a nurse.

i dream of being a musician.

i dream of seeing the world.

i dream of decorating a house to call my own.

i dream of being fluent in mandarin chinese. 

i dream of being a photographer.

i dream of trying everything.

i dream of living in lake powell.

i dream of increasing my faith.

i dream of becoming a mother.

i dream of being a writer.

i dream of becoming a better friend.  

i dream of ice cream.

i dream of making the world a better place.

i dream of reading every good book out there.

i dream of crafting.

i dream of going to taiwan with john.

i dream of becoming a fabulous cook.

i dream of dancing in the rain.  

bright eyes.

i've always considered myself an optimist.  really!

so let's just focus on the positives of last night, shall we?  

{i won't mention the terrible state some american teenagers and young adults are in - the booze, weed, immorality, and poor lifestyle in which many choose to indulge - some call it freedom of expression, i call it ruining your life.  and i definitely won't mention being pushed and shoved by people who needed to get to the front so that they could take off their bras and give them to mr. bright eyes.... and don't ask me to mention the girl that passed out right next to me during the concert.  oh, i pity them.  i really do!}

we had a wonderful time at the concert last night!  we had delicious cheesesteaks at our favorite place, and listened to some good music, and got diet coke on the way home.  and, despite the injuries of the evening, i got to cuddle with a big tall redhead throughout the concert.  and that, my friends, makes it all worth it.

saturday, you are so good to me.

oh, saturday.
we slept in far too late,
made a good breakfast,
and decided to take the car to get the brakes fixed-
{since they were making strange noises.}
i dropped john off at work,
and started driving home.
{i had the windows down while driving on the freeway of course}
i drove almost all the way home, noticed five missing calls from john, and called back,
only to find out he was locked out of work.
it was hot, and john's keys were with the car.  which was in the shop.  getting fixed.
so he couldn't work, right?
i promptly picked him up- and we went to the farmer's market.
horchata and steak tacos, if you please.

the rest of the day was spent studying for some strange foreign test called the GMAT,
and also watching the adjustment bureau from redbox.
after much ado, our car is fixed, saturday was sweet, and john didn't have to work, after all.

a little note.

dearest john,

thanks for taking me to go see that new movie last night.

somewhere between dinner and dessert i fell in love with you all over again.

love, paige

p.s. i think cake batter is my new favorite

long time, no see.

every weekend it is the same.

"where do you want to go eat?"

"i don't care, what do you feel like?"

"i feel like food.  what do you feel like?"

"we could get chinese, american, mexican, italian...."

{etc. etc. etc.}

well, last friday we settled on greek food.... and boy, did it hit the spot.  

my mom pointed us towards a really great greek place about a year ago.... and now, when we walk in, the owner says, "hey!  long time no see!"  as if we haven't been there every two weeks for the past year. the food completely "hit the spot" and made me wonder why i haven't consumed greek food every day of my life.  i mean seriously, it is that good.

 {john's gyro with lemon rice}

{just look at that falafel!  delicious.}

also, we ate raspberry cobbler last night with fresh raspberries from muti's garden.  

and it was yummy.

have a wonderful weekend!

lake powell!