Sand in my Breeches

How was everyone's Labor Day weekend?

Mine ended up being quite fun, besides the mountain of used tissues that kept growing and growing next to my bedside. Despite my pal bronchitis sticking around all weekend, making it difficult for me to do much, I managed to talk Brian into letting me out of the house a little bit. I am bad at resting. I get so bored. So after much begging from me, BWell drugged me up and took me to Bear Lake. I think just being outside in the nice weather was good for me. The sun felt so nice on my shoulders and I felt happy just being cuddled up to Brian on our quilt, toes in the sand. We played frisbee in the water too, which was a blast. We didn't get too rambunctious though. Since I kept running out of breath quickly, Brian made us take plenty of breaks in between playing. That boy I married is a champ. 

I also threw together a little video last night of our Bear Lake adventure. It's nothing fancy, so don't get too stoked. You will be thrilled to know though, that my voice is raspy throughout, so feel free to watch and mock. I seriously sound like a boy going through puberty. Not joking. You can also view me creepily recording a little boy build a sandcastle without his knowledge. I'm a creep. With a teenage boy voice.  

I also feel like I should give due warning in case any of my fellow broadcast students are watching this.

WARNING: I did not use a tripod. I did not use a mic. The cuts are jumpy. I basically broke all the rules. I am a rebel. This is very much a "home video". 

There, I feel you've  been warned. Watch on! 

Song: Corona & Lime by Shwayze. Download it. It'll make you want to ride in a convertible and snap your fingers. I have no doubt.

Sunday Best: First Day of School

Top: Smith's, skirt: Forever 21, sandals: Target, earrings: Claire's, backpack: Smith's

Due to being under the weather this week, I didn't get around to taking outfit pictures. I did get ready for school every day, I'm happy to say. However, my nose was rubbed raw from tissues so I doubt my pictures would have been very glamorous. Not that these are much better. But all the same, I present to you pictures of me wearing clothes! 

This is actually what I wore on Monday to what will be my LAST EVER first day of school. Since it was such a monumental moment, I so politely asked BWell to snap some pictures on our patio before I ran off to class (which I was almost late for on the first day, oops). I am very glad I now had Brian take "first day of school" photos since I can fall back on them for a Sunday Best post. Otherwise, I would have nothing for you, as I am now wearing basketball shorts, a t-shirt, and no bra. I am positive you would rather not see pictures of that. So I give you what I wore to school. And yes, I attempted to do a Dutch braid in my hair and I failed miserably. As a result of losing patience, I instead just started twisting hair and pinning it in place. I think it ended up looking cool anyways. 

Sidenote: I learned in my Consumer and the Market class that shopping at Forever 21 is not an investment. At least that is what came out of my professor's mouth. However, I beg to differ. This skirt I'm wearing. . .so soft. When it falls apart I'll just use it as a blanket. How's that for investment? 

Overcast Days

These pictures were taken during the last bit of July. We planned a day to go to the beach with our friends. That morning, the sun was out beaming down on us and we were excited to spend the day getting tan and splashing around in the lake water. Well, as the day progressed, grey clouds began gathering in the sky. By the time we made it to the beach, the blue sky had turned dark and gloomy. Our beach day was no longer sunny, but very overcast. We made the best of it and played some frisbee, and took turns seeing who could make it further out into the cold water.

Some days are overcast days. And that is just out of our control. We can't always control when the sun is going to shine, but we can always make the best of our circumstances.

I am sick at this moment. I came down with bronchitis, yay. What a perfect back to school gift. I've been a little bitter about it. Especially since tomorrow is Labor Day and I am not sure how much energy my coughing body will have. I missed the 80s dance put on by my University on Friday night and I cried. I put on my 80s clothes and cried, and Brian rented 80s movies for me to watch so I would stop crying. I also cried because my family invited us to go to California for the weekend to play in the ocean, but I couldn't go because I'm contagious. I am not good at being sick (as you can tell from all my crying). I am an angry sick person. I'm also a dramatic sick person (I think I've declared I'm going to die about a hundred times this weekend). Brian forced me to the doctor yesterday, because I have a phobia of doctors. No, I really do. But all in all, I guess it's better to get sick the first week of school rather than the last when I have finals. And I guess it's better to be sick during a long weekend so I have more time to try to make myself rest. I am trying my best to enjoy this "overcast moment" in my life, but man, it's hard.

I hope you all have a fun Labor Day. Wash your hands and take your vitamins, so you won't be a sicky like this girl.

I guess things could be worse and I could be sick for Christmas? That would be pretty tragic.