I’m a total hypocrite.
(Like you didn’t already know that.)
But I’m a total hypocrite right now because yesterday I pledged you all to go outside, dismiss your technological urges and enjoy spring! Unfortunately, it poured here, which forced me to stay cozy inside, which just happens to be where my computer is and … well, let’s just say I checked my email several times, perused some blogs and read the latest scoop on “The Office.” (Could Jan be preggers?)
So sue me! (No, really, don’t. I can’t afford a lawyer, and I’m related to two.)
But in all my shouldn’t-be-on-the-computer-but-I-am-so-what’s-this-blog I came across several blogs and sites that belong to college acquaintances … which led me to reminisce about my college days, which were so unbelievably great.
Some random bits about my coed experienced at The BYU:
* My sophomore year I lived in a house with 10 other girls. A house where a group of guys once walked in unannounced, starting break dancing and promptly left. Also, a house where I once caught a guy sneaking through our kitchen window to steal a cake, and I didn’t do anything about it.
* I never, ever paid to go to a Provo party through various sneaky maneuvers. I mean, you’re seriously charging people money to dance in your house for 30 minutes? However, I did throw several parties where we charged people to attend. (See first line of post for clarification.)
* In a bizarre sidewalk chalk incident, I convinced the school’s newspaper that I was an intern for MTV coordinating an MTV Spring Break special at BYU. (Which is funny because BYU doesn’t have a spring break nor believe in most spring break activities.)
* Later, I worked as a helper for MTV and helped publicized and oversee their open auditions for “The Real World.” You know Julie, the Mormon girl on all these “Real World/Road Rules” excuse-to-wear-a-bathing-suit-24/7 challenges? Yeah, you can thank me for that.
* Later, I worked as the editorialist for the school’s newspaper.
* Also, I met and married the man of my dreams.
* Did I mention that my roommates and I liked to don cowboy hats and sit in a lukewarm Jacuzzi in the springtime? (As I always instituted a faux BYU spring break regardless of the weather or official school policy.)
* And then there was that time that I just up and went to Hawaii for 10 days with no plans and little money. (Again, it was “spring break.”)
Well, let’s just say that my memories are nothing compared to the costume-wearing, bizarrely themed, uber-cool antics of some of these acquaintances. Yes, the single ones are still partying and pranking and hooking up with each other. And many of the married ones are still in bands and wearing hip clothes in their minimalist homes.
And I could easily be jealous of their lives and lifestyles. But I’m not … because I’m happier where I am.
I’m happier being a mom to my favorite little person than having all the cool clothes in the world. I’m happier being a wife to my best friend than attending all the robot and pirate-themed parties out there. I’m happier making rice cereal than making it big. I’m happier being married than I was single, even though I’m fatter and duller. I’m happier being me today. And I really liked the past.
And I’m happy that they’re all presumably happier, too. (Although my baby is the cutest.)
The only catch is I’m a hypocrite.
But everything can’t be perfect, right?
(Like you didn’t already know that.)
But I’m a total hypocrite right now because yesterday I pledged you all to go outside, dismiss your technological urges and enjoy spring! Unfortunately, it poured here, which forced me to stay cozy inside, which just happens to be where my computer is and … well, let’s just say I checked my email several times, perused some blogs and read the latest scoop on “The Office.” (Could Jan be preggers?)
So sue me! (No, really, don’t. I can’t afford a lawyer, and I’m related to two.)
But in all my shouldn’t-be-on-the-computer-but-I-am-so-what’s-this-blog I came across several blogs and sites that belong to college acquaintances … which led me to reminisce about my college days, which were so unbelievably great.
Some random bits about my coed experienced at The BYU:
* My sophomore year I lived in a house with 10 other girls. A house where a group of guys once walked in unannounced, starting break dancing and promptly left. Also, a house where I once caught a guy sneaking through our kitchen window to steal a cake, and I didn’t do anything about it.
* I never, ever paid to go to a Provo party through various sneaky maneuvers. I mean, you’re seriously charging people money to dance in your house for 30 minutes? However, I did throw several parties where we charged people to attend. (See first line of post for clarification.)
* In a bizarre sidewalk chalk incident, I convinced the school’s newspaper that I was an intern for MTV coordinating an MTV Spring Break special at BYU. (Which is funny because BYU doesn’t have a spring break nor believe in most spring break activities.)
* Later, I worked as a helper for MTV and helped publicized and oversee their open auditions for “The Real World.” You know Julie, the Mormon girl on all these “Real World/Road Rules” excuse-to-wear-a-bathing-suit-24/7 challenges? Yeah, you can thank me for that.
* Later, I worked as the editorialist for the school’s newspaper.
* Also, I met and married the man of my dreams.
* Did I mention that my roommates and I liked to don cowboy hats and sit in a lukewarm Jacuzzi in the springtime? (As I always instituted a faux BYU spring break regardless of the weather or official school policy.)
* And then there was that time that I just up and went to Hawaii for 10 days with no plans and little money. (Again, it was “spring break.”)
Well, let’s just say that my memories are nothing compared to the costume-wearing, bizarrely themed, uber-cool antics of some of these acquaintances. Yes, the single ones are still partying and pranking and hooking up with each other. And many of the married ones are still in bands and wearing hip clothes in their minimalist homes.
And I could easily be jealous of their lives and lifestyles. But I’m not … because I’m happier where I am.
I’m happier being a mom to my favorite little person than having all the cool clothes in the world. I’m happier being a wife to my best friend than attending all the robot and pirate-themed parties out there. I’m happier making rice cereal than making it big. I’m happier being married than I was single, even though I’m fatter and duller. I’m happier being me today. And I really liked the past.
And I’m happy that they’re all presumably happier, too. (Although my baby is the cutest.)
The only catch is I’m a hypocrite.
But everything can’t be perfect, right?
7 comments:
aww, the B Y. fun times. noodle salad.
"dull" is never a word anyone would use to describe you mrs dub! i think you should remove that word from your post. :)
Yeah, I remember the day that I was the older sister driving the younger one to the airport to catch a plane to Hawaii for her self-designated spring break, only to be told en route that said younger sister (a) had no sleeping accommodations lined up in Hawaii, (b) had no money to pay for sleeping accommodations, (c) had no transportation lined up to take her the considerable distance from the Honolulu airport to Laie, where some friends with couches lived, and (d) had no actual friends with couches, only random people she had chatted with on the internet and a random guy she had met at EFY five years prior. You may call it "good times." I call it "that one day where I had a heart attack while driving to the airport and realized I could never look my parents in the eye again."
it is so fun to reminise (i have NO idea how to spell that.) you did a few very crazy things. and the stories you tell afterward are just that much better. but i'm glad you like being where you are the best. in some strange way, it actually makes me feel good about where i am, too.
my favorite story of yours was one Becky told me freshman year. How you thought a guy was telling you he like you, but he was really tell you he liked someone else.
And then you threw up in the bushes.
the pictures of eden are the cutest things i have everseen. can't wait til i see that cute face. hopefully it will be before shes thirty esp because it means i'll be almost 47...and that is illegal in california. i miss you all..
- FHP's nerdlet offspring, mbee
you forgot to mention that you went to hawaii for your "spring break" during FIANLS! we all thought you were crazy, but secretly admired and were jealous of you!
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