So many posts I must be avoiding something

Last night Ed and I watched An Education via Netflix.  Hot damn is Carey Mulligan just the most adorable ever.  I want to live in this outfit:

I believe this is why I'm an aspiring librarian.

I've yet to find an outfit cuter and more comfortable than a dress, long cardigan, and boots.

I defy you to find one.

(I'm getting SO excited for Austin!)

My first thought upon waking up was, "this can't be right"

I found some good places in Austin to live.  Unfortunately, Ed and I don't think we'll be able to afford to fly us both down to make final decisions before moving, so he's just going to have to trust my instinct (and a few bad photos).  In the meantime, I need to make my last few months here meaningful; I need to find a way to not make my less-than-desirable job get in the way of having a good time.  In that vein, I stumbled upon this on one of my many blogs this morning: "She decided to 'be happy where I am, while I’m here, while working toward being somewhere else in three months.'"  I think the universe is on to something here.

Also: why do I only update on Tuesdays?

Wakka wakka

You know the kind of weekend that was so much fun that you don't want it to end so you stay up really late on Sunday, just daring Monday to show its ugly mug?  That's the kind that I had!  And Monday wasn't so bad, but this morning is rough.

Since I have a more-or-less flexible work day on Mondays, I was planning on getting a lot of things done: uploading pictures from Jamaica, paying bills, making dinner, and unpacking (I'm a terrible unpacker).  The nice weather has thwarted all plans and intentions of productivity.  In the winter, it's easy to sit inside and blog and watch TV and get bored and do household stuff.  In fact, the reason I started this blog in the first place is because the winter doldrums made me so completely bored that I had to develop a hobby.  Now that the weather is nice, when I get home I want to be outside as much as possible, and since it doesn't get dark until like 8:30, it's hard to get things done!  Consequently, the only items I crossed off on the to-do list were unpacking and paying bills (DAMN YOU, LATE FEES!). 

I forgot to take my Paxil to Jamaica and I noticed that I had no anxiety whatsoever.  Not all that surprising since my daily schedule in Jamaica looked like this:
9am: wake up, eat breakfast at the lovely resort restaurant
10:30am: get on bus to Montego Bay resort
11am: swim, tan, play shuffle board, read, relax
12:30pm: lunch
1:15pm: swim, tan, play shuffle board, read, relax
2pm: take bus back to Carlyle Inn resort
2:15pm-4:30pm: NAP.  So much napping.  Napping is great.  Our day had been exhausting.
4:30pm: get ready for dinner
5:30pm: take bus back to Montego Bay for dinner
6pm-ALL NIGHT LONG: dinner, dance, drink, be merry

Grueling, I know.  But really, not a drop of anxiety.  Ed and I never once argued about minutia, I didn't feel worried about schedules (there were a few "scheduled" events for the wedding, like the rehearsal dinner), and I was in a good mood for FOUR DAYS STRAIGHT.  Really, even the delay on the return flight only had me mildly annoyed.  I was sharing this sentiment with Ed when we decided to brainstorm ways to make Home more like Vacation and came up with the following:

• spend as much time outside as possible.  I totally believe that a lack of sunshine in the winter contributes to my anxiety and depression.  
• read one book a month.  There just seems to be something completely luxurious in taking time out of the day to do something totally unproductive and selfish.  I need to make this a priority.  (I'm currently re-reading The Poisonwood Bible, and I have many short story collections lined up.)
• do not turn on the TV for at least two hours after returning home from work.  I found that my time spent not working wasn't very satisfying, likely due to the large amount of TV I was watching.  This should no longer be a problem due to the first two rules.

So forgive me, loyal fan(s) for the sparse posting.  I'm enjoying the sunshine!  Playing with my puppy!  Reading!  I hope you're doing the same. 

Failed April Fools pranks

1) Tell Ed I'm pregnant.
This one he'd believe, but he'd be pretty much unfazed.  His response would most likely be "Well, how much do I owe you?"  Also: I drank a lot in Jamaica.

2) Tell my parents I'm pregnant.
This one may very well have killed my father.  At least hospitalized.

3) Tell my parents Ed and I got married in Jamaica.
Not much of prank so much as a let down.  They would be thrilled and they'd get out of buying a gift.

Needless to say, I'm not much of a prankster.