A Glorious Tuesday

This Tuesday morning began the way most do, but as I was stood at the shuttle stop, waiting to be crammed into the tiny little bus and shuttled from the Dee Events Center to campus like I do every morning, I had an interesting experience. I had the pleasure of making a new friend. His name is McKay and he is my new home teacher. We were chatting about school and work as we waited patiently (and not so patiently – we’re college students after all) when I happened to mention that I thought it was an absolutely glorious morning. McKay looked at me skeptically and said, “Glorious? I don’t think I’ve ever heard that word used in conversation.”

How sad is that?! Glorious is a word we should be using thrice in every conversation. It’s that good. It is the perfect word to describe any number of people, places, things, or situations. It’s so versatile. It means, “having a striking beauty or splendor that evokes feelings of delighted admiration” for Heaven’s sake. Glorious is an absolutely glorious word and I have decided to get it out into everyday circulation – starting now.

So, I think Tuesdays are probably my favorite day of the week. Tuesdays are Mother-Daughter day for my mom, aunt and grandma. Occasionally – if I get out of class early enough – I join them. And let me tell you, we have a glorious time. Seriously, I love them oh so much.

On this glorious Tuesday, my second class was cancelled this morning so I got to go home early (It was glorious) and meet up with the girls at my aunt’s house to enjoy a glorious meal. It was muy delicioso (or glorious). I wish I had taken a picture, but alas, I did not and so I will just have to describe it for you. That’s probably better anyway; I’m more of a word person than a picture person.

This meal was autumn. It was crisp and clean and yummy. We had chicken salad sandwiches, but these were not your “run-of-the-mill, relief society luncheon, wedding reception, make 300 batches ahead of time” kind of chicken salad sandwiches. Oh no, these were fall on a soft, delicious, whole-wheat roll. They were a splendiferous blend of raw red bell pepper, crisp green apple, and shredded chicken topped with a romaine lettuce leaf. And it didn’t end there. Oh no, we then topped the whole meal off with a dessert of pumpkin cheesecake ice cream. Oh man, so good!

 It’s okay, I give all the college students reading this permission to be jealous. I understand that the pb&j sandwich you’ve had for lunch everyday for the last two weeks, doesn’t even compare. We’ve all been there. Are you beginning to see why I love crashing this party?

**Please note that just about every adjective used in the preceding paragraphs could have been replaced with glorious, but I didn't want to risk overusing it and detracting from its glorious nature.

Mom and Grandma

Carrie and I (I know the picture sucks. I did warn you though)

Brighton

Anyway, I had a glorious time with these lovely ladies (and Bright) this afternoon and I sure hope I get to party with them again next week! Seriously - Mom, Carrie, Grandma, you rock my socks off. I love you! And as for you my dear reader, if you're still reading, I love you too for wading through the scattered thoughts of my mind. Until we meet again I want only to say, 

"Have an absolutely glorious day!"