3 o'clock blues

my office is usually a pretty spunky, happening place, but as soon as 3 o'clock comes around, a kind of stupor sets in.

we do all sorts of things to get over it:

aubrey peruses fashion and gossip mags. (because uneasy lies the head that wears the celebrity trivia crown.)
shea jumps on gchat. (and facebook, and blogger, and wedding sites...)
mike sneaks off to jade market for a snack. (unless it's a sugar-shock 3 o'clock, then he makes someone go with him. it makes him feel less guilty.)
i do things like this:


hey, whatever it takes...

a clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory

so i work a lot.
a lot a lot.
like 50 hours a week.
and that's just my "real" job.
then there's my freelance editing job.
and my other freelance editing job.
and the work i do for mi padre.
and the "favors" i do for mi madre.
and my pet projects.
and the eternal quest to clean my room.
so basically i work ALL the time.

which is why sleep is so important.
unfortunately, sleep and i have been going the rounds lately.
well, for quite a while actually.
and i can't even remember why we started fighting in the first place.

but this weekend i extended the olive branch.
with two little words: memory foam.
well, and one more word: down.
so, three little words total.
(but not those three little words.)
now, in addition to my mattress, i have:
2 memory foam pads.
1 down mattress topper.
1 memory foam pillow.
2 down pillows.
plus all my blankets, comforters, and quilts.
let's just say my bed doesn't look like this anymore.

in fact, i have to take a running leap for the first time since freshman year.
oh right, freshman year.
that's when sleep and i had our first big fight.
oops.
sorry, sleep.

see, it's working. i'm feeling guilty already.
(:

memory...with a crowd in the daylight...

do you ever have those times when old memories surface that you've kind of forgotten? i do.

lately i've remembered all sorts of funny things.

like that one time i lettered in football.
or that time adriane and i stole ben abbott's shoes.
or when the girls of sixty-fun cruised the streets of byu to "bling bling, daddy daddy"...


...or when shea and i skipped out on work to see david archuleta at the gateway:


yeah.

christmas come early

you want to know what the best part of quarterly reimbursement checks are?

when the first "quarter" is January 1-July 18.

shopping anyone? i know what i'll be getting:

a flag-wavin' nephew of his uncle [meagan]

i'm sure lauren will be posting some better-quality pics, but these are some of my faves:

happy first birthday, gregory!

math never was my best subject

but i still know what exponential means.

as in, the freckles on my nose are increasing exponentially.

it's everywhere you want to be.

literally.

check it:
this is my new visa card.
no, not my actual card (sorry to disappoint), but it's what mine looks like.
turns every point-of purchase into a point-of-pause in my quest to save pennies for the motherland.
pound for pound (or dollar for dollar for that matter :), it's dominating my reminder rubber band.
zions bank is genius.