I want a gibbon.

New favorite couples pastime: nature documentaries. The nature documentary Will and I watched tonight about the fascinating combination of Asian and Australian wildlife on the island of Sulawesi in Indonesia only strengthened my desire to have a gibbon. I could steal the gibbon from Hogle Zoo...this particular gibbon often carries around a stuffed monkey like a baby and it is the cutest thing I've ever seen (besides my boyfriend of course). Look how adorable they are! I want. Learn more about gibbons here!

(Photo credits: 1, 2 & 3)

Shakespeare, my dear.

William Shakespeare made me laugh today. When I ran across this sonnet, I instantly thought of one particular morning when I was waiting to give my own William a ride to school and he still wasn't out of bed. After I cruelly yanked the blankets off and exposed him to the physical and metaphorical coldness of morning, he mumbled, "I hate you..." and five minutes later finished, "...for waking me up so harshly." I haven't pulled the blankets off him since, and consequently the word hate has never again crossed his lips.

Those lips that love's own hand did make
Breathed forth the sound that said "I hate,"
To me that languished for her sake.
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet.
"I hate" she altered with an end
That followed it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who, like a fiend,
From heaven to hell is flown away.
"I hate" from hate away she threw.
And saved my life, saying "not you."

Utah "Stuff" That Will Be Missed

(This list is sure to get longer the more I think about it):
Best friends, family, Book Club, fry sauce, Molca Salsa, my cat, my frog, Milcreek Canyon in the fall, my grandparents being close by, Sprague Library, Park City, HT Cathedral, peaches/farmers market, knowing my way around town, Coffee Break, Red Butte Garden, mooching off my parents, Sno Shack, lights at Temple Square, Greek festival, The Jade Cafe, living at Courtney's house part-time during school breaks, ridiculous accent/Utahisms, The Pie pizza, 80 degree weather/hail/thunder in the same day

Some Say Goodnight -- at Night (Emily Dickinson)

Some say goodnight — at night —
I say goodnight by day —
Good-bye — the Going utter me —
Goodnight, I still reply —
For parting, that is night,
And presence, simply dawn —
Itself, the purple on the height
Denominated morn.

Whine.

Early morning or late afternoon cuddling

is what I miss most when Will's parents are in town

for one of their frequent 1 week+ ski vactions.

Mer.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!!

I'm so excited for...... ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!!!!!!!!! I was going to try to make something Irish for the occasion, but it will be so much easier to make this yummy Irish grilled cheese bedazzled with herbs, and to add green food coloring to this luscious Sprite cake (see above).
Alas, I'm not a beer fan so I will most likely forgo the green beer at the pub tomorrow night, but I'm still ready to get my jig on! And just a warning pertaining to that "Kiss me, I'm Irish" paraphernalia.... my man may be Irish, but only I am allowed kiss him.

A Preview....

Rich Housewife Syndrome

Since Amanda and I speak of it often, I thought it was funny that my mother said this to me on facebook chat, whilst I bemoaned the prospect of internships all summer:

"I thought maybe you'd just decided to become a professional sub until Will becomes a rich lawyer and you can become a stay at home mom who champions environmental causes and starts foundations to end the CAFOs!"

So true...I would LOVE that.

I'm (not) a Barbie Girl

I had the most bizarre urge last night to play with Barbies. I felt just dressing them up and getting them pretty would be very therapeutic. I definitely was not thinking of playing with them the way I did when I was a kid. This of course is the reason why I'd have to borrow my sister's Barbies if I wanted to play with them today, because mine are either:

a) victims of VERY unfortunate haircuts

b) covered with marker or ballpoint pen tattoos

c) headless (or they'd have a jammed-on head and no neck)

OR
d) all of the above

My poor Barbies were also de-limbed, buried, and overall disrespected. I honestly have ONE that isn't ruined and that is because my mom made me put her in a display case. However, I absolutely loved putting my Gargoyle action figures in Barbie clothes (calling them Gargirls), and my Ken dolls (especially Greg and The Beast) got to live in the Barbie house and drive the Barbie car and eat the plastic Barbie food; go figure.

(*All photos compliments of flickr)