rain-induced thinking

I love days such as today, when it's rainy, and dark, and cold, and green, and foggy. . . the perfect kind of day to be nestled in the reading chair with my friends Jane Eyre and Mr. Rochester. The rain has me feeling all nostalgic. And so I share with you my random thoughts induced by rain. . .

*when we first got married, mike wanted new scripture hi-liters. so we bought this little package of 8 and he kept them in his scriptures and he still treasures them. i borrowed the yellow one once when i was reading. while we were driving home from church one day, he noticed that a hi-liter was missing and asked where it was.
"At home," I said.
"Why is it at home?"
"Because I like to hi-lite when I'm reading but I don't like to take hi-liters to church."
"Okay. Well don't lose it."
After this comment, I broke into tears and cried for the rest of the day. Mike wondered what he'd said wrong. He felt so bad and kept apologizing. It wasn't that he'd said anything wrong. He just married a girl who likes to cry and bursts into tears at any given moment.

*my sweet grandma isn't in the best mental or physical health and everytime we walk in to her house she yells, "why didn't you bring your kids?! where are your babies?!" based on her comments, pressure from my little sisters, and my baby-hungry in-laws, i'm starting to feel that all i'm good for is producing children.

*the most relaxing thing to me is driving around and singing at the top of my lungs to music. (michael buble is especially wonderful for singing along with). people who pull up next to me at stoplights think i'm nuts. since the oil companies are making a whopping $4 a gallon on gas, driving isn't the cheapest form of relaxation, but it's cheaper than a massage, right?

*i love to have sore muscles after exercising and that is my main motivation to exercise. when i'm having that internal debate with myself of "to exercise or i'm too tired to exercise," the first thing that comes to mind is not the fact that i need to lose about 50 pounds and get my poor self back in shape. instead i remember how good it feels to be so sore that it's difficult to walk and hurts to laugh and i'm suddenly motivated to exercise.

*sudoku has become a new obsession. (thanks didi) i played it once and thought it was just a guessing game. but then i realized there's actually strategy behind it and now i can't stop one of the dang puzzles until i'm finished with it. it sucks me in almost as much as a vampire love story.