February

It's almost time for March Party!  Woot!  Thinking about what to plan for it.  Something involving colorful umbrella drinks, I think.  And maybe a hike.

Today was a typical Utah winter day.  The guy on the radio last night was talking about how a storm was going to start moving in Any.  Minute.  No snow last night.  No snow when I woke up.  Finally, about 7th period it started snowing.  By the time I left school a few hours later, no more snow, no accumulation, blue skies developing to the west.  I hate it.  I hate the cold so much that I feel cheated when it's not snowing.  It's like, it's totally pointless for it to be cold if it's not going to snow.  I don't know.  Snow feels like A Thing. It's something interesting to break up the endless cold days, or something.

Last night was Parent Teacher Conference.  I got a ton of work done.  Didn't talk to many parents, though.

I have a cyst on my finger that I need to have looked at and cut out.  I'm too squeamish for that, though. I showed it to the dermatologist, and he said to take it to a hand surgeon because it feels like it might be deep, in the tendon.  Um, ew?   It keeps getting bigger, though, and eventually it's going to have to come off.  Because it hurts when I put pressure on it, and I have been able to avoid that for the most part, but when I grip things it's starting to hurt sometimes.  Maybe I should let it grow until it's totally giant and weird looking.

My dermatologist, well, one of them anyway, is a weird dude.  I like him.  He seems all super serious, soft-spoken, and then he'll make a joke totally unexpectedly out of left field.

Sean bought me the prettiest flowers for Valentine's Day.  Too bad I still haven't found my camera or I could have taken a picture.  They are white daisies, giant white mums (I think), red carnations, red peruvian lilies, red roses, and red tinted babies breath.  So pretty.

We went to Cedar City for President's Day weekend.  We spent a day hiking in Zion's Canyon and a day sight-seeing in Bryce Canyon.  Zion's was about 70 degrees.  It was beautiful hiking weather.  Bryce Canyon was in the 40s and still quite muddy and snowy, so we couldn't hike much at all.  But we stood on the edge of Bryce Point and Inspiration Point and looked down into the canyon, and oh-holy-hell is that scary.  I am afraid of heights.  When I went to bed that night, I kept seeing it in my mind's eye and feeling like I was falling.  It is... breathtaking.  So beautiful.  But there are large parts of it that don't have rails.  I kept telling Sean and my kids to get back from the edge, and they're like... we're not even that close!  But they were.  It's eroding, too, so I just kept feeling like at any minute you could start sliding off the edge.  The kids had lots of fun swimming at the hotel at the end of the day.  It wasn't the  most relaxing trip, but it was really nice to get out of town.

I keep getting a groupon or similar offer for "cookies, and a complimentary massage," and when I read it I always think it says "complimentary message."  Every time.  And I wonder for a second what kind of complimentary message they will give me... "You look nice today," or "Your hair is lovely."  And then I realize it's a massage, which I am less interested in.  I mean, I would love a massage, but it just seems like too much effort.  I can't even find time to grocery shop.  I ain't got time for a massage.

I've become less of a picky eater over the last few years, and I'm not sure that's a good thing.  I really don't need to eat more things.  I still don't voluntarily eat beans.  I will ask for them to be left out or pick them out if possible.  But if I can't, I eat them.  I will eat a few bites of Spanish rice, I will eat a little jumbalaya, I will eat rice and black beans in a burrito-- but only a homemade burrito, and I leave out the evil chili powder.  Sean and I have started making freezer crock pot meals.  We make 4-6 meals at a time, toss them in the freezer, and then use them throughout the week.  A lot of the meals are Mexican-ish-- lots of burritos and nachos and tacos and carnitas and the like-- and I'm like, whatever.  We're making it, I'll eat it, I don't even care.  And I have.  Like I said, not so sure that's a good thing, but it is what it is.  Easy.  That's what it is.