I like love songs

I am not in love, but I know a lot of people who are.

Damn the springtime.

Lover seems to carry a different meaning today than it used to. I had a professor who couldn’t help giggling whenever he heard or said the word. I giggle when I think about this professor giggling. He’s a funny guy.

The word today has extramarital overtones, as if the one you’re married to cannot possibly love you the way a lover can.

This song seems to portray a lover as, plainly, someone who loves.

Yet, it doesn’t downplay how complicated relationships are. You can feel the aching and longing in the words that fuse so well with the music. The song gives me a little insight about being in love; about being a lover and having one.

It’s a simple and beautiful duet, by two artists who know how to sing this type of song perfectly: Rachael Yamagata and Ray LaMontagne.

Oh lover, hold on
’till I come back again
For these arms are growin’ tired,
And my tales are wearing thin

If you’re patient I will surprise,
When you wake up I’ll have come

All the anger will settle down
And we’ll go do all the things we should have done

Yes I remember what we said
As we lay down to bed
I’ll be here if you will only come back home

Oh lover, I’m lost
Because the road I’ve chosen beckons me away

Oh lover, don’t you roam
Now I’m fighting words I never thought I’d say

But I remember what we said
As we lay down to bed
I’ll forgive you oh
If you just come back home

Oh lover, I’m old
You’ll be out there and be thinking just of me

And I will find you down the road
And we’ll return back home to where we’re meant to be

’cause I remember what we said
As we lay down to bed
We’ll be back soon as we make history.

Let’s Start Circulating Rumors and True Stuff


Don’t we look amazing together?

For the 5 regular followers of this blog, you know it’s March Madness, and maybe you know basketball is one of my favorite sports. You probably also know I attend a university that seems to be doing well in the NCAA tournament so far, and I like when people do well. And I support the fans who support our excellent teams.

We have really creative fans. Maybe too many. Which is why I need your help.

If you’re on facebook, you should take this poll and vote for your favorite fan sign: http://poll.fm/f/2t8pd and/or here http://poll.fm/f/2t9wa

If you’re not on facebook, you should take this poll and vote for your favorite fan sign: http://byufansigns.questionpro.com/

Fun stuff, eh? The polls will be open until Friday. Don’t delay.

A Photo of Me, Not by Me

Prospect Park Jenny

This was taken about a year and a half ago, at Prospect Park. It was the very beginning of spring 2007, so it was still wintry. I like the gently curving path on the left. I love the spacing of people in the background. The naked trees, the early, long shadows of the shorter days, the sprawling field.

Jenny has a good eye.

Still camping. Counting the stars.

Because I’m Lazy, That’s Why

Maybe I was going to write up this spiel on how I got engaged today. Describe the boy and everything; how we met, our first kiss, how he proposed. And it was going to be brilliant. And ludicrous. And you wouldn’t even have seen embellished until you’ve read this little number, because it is April Fool’s, after all, and I wanted to get back into the subtle mockery that I’ve missed doing for so long. Because I can exaggerate and underplay at the same time.

But I won’t. Instead, I’ll post a letter I sent to my seminary class. It’s a little sassier than I intended. I’m not sure what to do about that. Maybe nothing.

Hello, Students! Happy Spring!
Imagine a cloud. It’s a low cloud, nimbus, plump with precipitation. It’s heavy, drooping and drippy. Slow-drippy. Sputtery. It wants to burst, but it can’t. This cloud knows once it releases its contained waters it will become lighter, float higher, dissipate into sunshine, yippee!
Imagine a tall, heaping cloud, cumulonimbus. It is turbulent, churning hail and creating numbing lightning within itself. This cloud is in a lot of pain and needs some rest to recover from the internal, unpleasant electricity. This cloud knows once the pain goes away, it too will become lighter float higher dissipate into sunshine. Yippee.
Here is the link for the reading calendar for the rest of the year. It also includes the reading from the 3rd term, for those of you interested in submitting makeup work:
Remember that makeup work is due Monday, April 6.
Also, General Conference this weekend! It’s gonna be great!
Please let us know if you have any questions or need anything.
We’re upon the last term of the year. It’s incredible how quickly the time has passed. Let’s make these last two months really count. Please come! Or, keep coming! We like it when you’re in class. Before you know it, the summer will be here, and you’ll miss the early morning fun. I can tell. 😉
I’m sorry I’ve been a little under the weather, and I know [other teacher] wishes she could be in class with everyone. Can you tell which cloud is which teacher?
You guys represent the sunshine, by the way. Thanks for that. Seriously.
See you in the morning.
Love, Sister Anderton

April showers. LOVE.

I left the link active for the reading calendar, just in case you want to turn in some makeup work, too. If so, hop to it. It’s due in five days.


So the sky unzipped and the rain fell through it and static lit it up and expanded it so it popped, or boomed.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed it, the cool air, the wet drops, the pyrotechnics: percussion at every level. It was a concert of the most exquisite music, appealing to all my senses.

Consider the musician, after all.

The trees are budding; the daffodils and other bulbs are peeking through the soil. Green is starting to pop up in little places. Green is so cute right now. In about a month, green is going to be downright sexy.

Spring is awesome.

Happy Silky Smooth First Day of Spring!

I can’t stop feeling my legs. They feel nice.

I should just throw away the razor I used. I must have shaved two and three and four times to make sure all the hair was gone. No stubble. It’s not like my leg hair would have dulled the razor that much. But this razor ushered in spring for me. It peeled off my winter fur. Use the razor once for what happens only once a year. The ritual razor. Ooh, I should build a shrine for this razor, replace it every spring when I’m ready to shave my legs. Then do a dance that showcases my new legs. No.

I shaved my left leg first, then I held the bald leg up against the furry right leg. Then I shaved the right leg. Then I toweled off, then I applied lotion. No razor burn, no dry skin. I think I covered everything on the checklist. I do calf raises all the time. I’m short: I have to tippy-toe for nearly everything I do. Yes.

I know I shaved the night before the first day of spring, but if I waited until tomorrow, it wouldn’t have happened until tomorrow night, and I wanted my legs to enjoy the entire day hair-free. I’m sure you understand. I hope. No?

I didn’t take pictures this time.

I really have to go to bed. Maybe asleep by 10:00 this time. That would be great.

I’m looking forward to a really low-key weekend. Maybe I’ll spend it feeling my legs. There’s a plan. Yes.