Monday, June 18, 2007
I start this post knowing that it will be the last: so here it goes.
To cut to the chase, I stopped blogging out of respect to a delicate situation. I have made a significant life change; Brev and I have separated. It didn't seem like something one should blog about. so. I. didn't.
But to be honest, there is no shortage of things that I haven't blogged directly about; my recent battles with depression, exhaustion, suicidal thoughts, multiple diagnosis, drugs, doctors, therapists, etc. I won't go into it all now, but I will say this: It has been quite a journey. For as much as I will honor that journey and its lessons, I am also glad to say that I am on my way.
In fact, I feel an eerie serenity about the way the universe is shaping my existence. The decision to leave really wasn't much of a decision at all: Doors opened, lighting crashed, burning bushes spoke, coincidences mounted and God said yes. I simply said yes too.
As a friend said; 'Sometimes the universe speaks. Sometimes it screams. '
In closing, I return to a picture that I posted a few months ago when I was in the throes.
A time when I couldn't separate a symptom from a cause.
A time when 'alone' seemed as much of a temperature as a symbol.
A time when I was positive I would never find my way out of Austin.
I now see this picture quite different: strong. independent. beautiful. the first sign of spring.
Friday, April 27, 2007
However- the merits are pretty much awesome. I overheard this last night:
boy number 1: I have totally been shaving since June.
boy number 2: Right, but how often?
boy number 1: Once a week.
boy number2: Oh. I am already up to three times a week.
boy number 1: But the doctors say that I am only 80% of the way through puberty. . .so. . . .
I officially have a summer cast. . . holy talent batman. I won the directing lottery on this one. Last Saturday was spent listening to almost 100 performances by some pretty awesome talent. (and some not. . . one girl accompanied herself with her ipod.--ie. headphones. Honey, just because you can hear it doesn't necessarily mean that I can too.)
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
I know I do this to myself, but allow the minor venting session-- it is good natured in intent. . . .
So, I am now officially employed at 3 places. Cast list went up today and I start rehearsals Wed, with auditions for the next show in a marathon session on Saturday. Fortunately, this will only officially last for one month. . or until the teaching things is done. Final presentations finish on May 7 and God willing, I will be done with grading by the weekend after. . . which gives me 3 weeks to put up a play quick. No sweat.
At least I am lucky enough to be working at things that fill my heart with joy. Damn lucky.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
*Note this is an old photo, I like to call "Nerd with the Nerd Board."
PS. This is not my boss. In fact, I don't know who this is. I doubt he appreciates appearing on my blog.
Yes, yes, crummy post after a long absence. I be busy! (London, T-2 days)
Saturday, March 24, 2007
I am assuming dogs have similar adolescent angst.
Gladys was very nearly a Phyllis. On its own it seemed entirely harmless. When considering the overall family though we realized that celebrity nickname trend was going to be a problem. Whether its TomKat or Brandgelina, we all know saying two names separately is farrrr too much effort. So let's assume that we will slur them together. . .
Phyllis + Sophie= Philosophy. Fair. Kind of Cute. Ok. I buy.
Sophie + Phyllis= Syphilis. No. way. in. hell.
Gladys was the close number two, and the only negative comment we could imagine was some nasty pit bull calling her a "happy butt." There are worse things to be called. Plus we are SoGlad to have her in the family.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
The new dog is adjusting- we are having a tougher time. Gladys has a bit of 'separation anxiety.' as in she cries everytime we leave her line of sight. Including the nights, when she cries when we put her in the kennel. Other than the sleep deprived state of zombie-dom we are loving her.
Sophie is adjusting better thankfully. Wait, one exception. Gladys is fascinated by Sophie's mouth-- especially her teeth. Sophie isn't such a fan when Gladys' entire self is dedicated to spelunking Sophie's throat. (Her entire head can fit in Sophie's mouth. ) I wonder if this is the pet equivalent of putting your fist in your mouth. Cool party trick.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Tonight I have cleaned up 6 accidents and one pool of vomit. (Sophie must have eaten something, like part of Gladys' ear. jokes. all ears are intact. but vomit, yes. that was not a joke. guaranteed. vomit doesn't make a funny joke. no sirreee.)
We are making progress- Sophie is no longer glaring at the new addition- and has even smiled a couple of times. I think she is jealous of Gladys' obviously superior intellect. In 2 days she has already learned to recognize her name and where the treats are kept. That is about 2 years ahead of Sophie's development.
So, key realizations over the last couple of days-
*We didn't realize how much Sophie really wasn't a puppy until there was another puppy
*Indeed Sophie looks like the size of a horse compared to a puppy
*Sophie is absolutely the dumbest dog on the face of the earth
*Eric is convinced that his green robe is magic. Gladys really loves it. I am pretty excited because it is likely that I will finally be able to get rid of it!
*I do have enough love for 2. I think Sophie will too. eventually. maybe. God willing.
Monday, March 05, 2007
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
I am assuming that there are books for this sort of thing. If there is not, there should be.
I can't believe I am Russian Dancing
Russian Dance for Dummies
The Russian Dancer in Me
8 Minute Russian Dance
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Our friend Susanne was cleaning out her house a bit and gave us her family's antique piano! So cool. . . I have been advised that taking piano lessons would NOT be a good addition to my schedule. Maybe in the fall.
The business is coming along. . . We are narrowing down the area of focus and should have some updates for you soon. Please continue to send ideas our way but just know that due to other limiting constraints (time and money) and have decided that we will probably wait until the fall to make serious steps forward. Meanwhile, it is fun to dream. . .
All is good otherwise!
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
I did not stop at Caribou on the way.
I had a diet coke. Which I put on the roof of my car while I was loading up to go this morning.
I hit a large chunk of ice backing out of the driveway this morning
I am pretty sure that the large chunk of ice was actually the diet coke falling from the roof of my car.
I have had far too much caffeine now, as I have been loading up since arriving mid morning.
I am off for New York this afternoon, so I will catch you all when I am back this weekend!
Monday, February 05, 2007
Our friend Miller was over last night. Sophie accidentally stepped on her toe, which caused Miller to step away from the dog and eventually run away from the dog. So Miller was running frantically around the house to avoid the peg leg.
Sophie's take: "Play? I love chase"
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
We are still all splinted up- or we were all splinted up. . . until we ate our cast off last night. Now we are wearing a sock and limping.
first trip to the vet: 450
second trip to the vet: 400
watching your dog eat off a very expensive splint in the middle of the night: priceless
No longer worried about losing the toe, as much as losing an arm and a leg
Saturday, January 27, 2007
I had a great time, but the conference was a lot like going to camp. with booze. One of my teammates presented and did great, which was fun to watch. I was so proud! My projects also got some great feedback so I felt really good about the direction I am going at work. I have lots of great pictures from my trip that I will post soon, including a couple of work type photos and some shots from my 2 hour sightseeing excursion into Toronto. I will get to those posts soon, in the meantime I am going to drink some caffeine and make some plans to detox my liver.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
We feel a lot better now that she is home. She is her old goofy self just now with a peg leg. They haven't done anything other than resetting the dislocated toe but the bandaged it with a splint that covers her entire leg. Each step she takes with the splinted leg creates a resounding bang that can be heard across the entire house. I liken it to the sound of a six year old prancing around the house in mom's heels. We are going to keep the splint so that she can dress up as a pirate for Halloween next year.
We will find out on Monday what kind of "mass" popped the joint out of place. We will likely have to either treat the mass- if it is malignant. If it is not, we will probably have to do something to keep the joint from popping out again. Just knowing that we might not have to do anything for a bit makes me feel a LOT better.
We are currently at $900 for vet spending. . . I am trying to find a way to use this fact to guilt her into not using our rugs as a personal 3- ply bathroom site. Only the best for the princess. aaargh says pip.
Friday, January 19, 2007
Brev turned 28. Woo hoo!
Sophie dislocated her paw. Boo hoo!
Puppy is having surgery today to either re-tighten the ligaments in the paw to keep them from popping out again or they are going to just amputate the part that is popped out. (but not the entire paw.)
The funniest part of this journey was how they kept asking if it was okay to take the next step with the dog.
"the x-ray will be $100, is that ok?"
"the x-ray didn't work, we have to sedate her. The quote for that is $70. Is that ok?"
"We forgot to quote you for the blood work for the sedation for the xray. That is $50. Is that ok?"
What did they expect me to say. . . No? The dog can't walk. OF COURSE we will get it fixed!!!
Surgeon just called. Sophie has a tumor in her foot and they have taken some biopsies throughout her leg and foot to see how much they will have to amputate. Cancer sucks. Sad for Sophie. The surgeon was very nice though and asked us to decide how much financially and emotionally we wanted to invest in the dog. Tough conversations around the cottage today.
Sadly, "shake" was the only trick we did well. Tough for a three legged dog. Updates to come soon.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
but not today. I get my year end review today and I am fahreeking. Simply put, I don't take criticism very well. For whatever reason, I get very nervous about feedback. I can pretty much guess that my feedback will come back that I am 'too' creative. Shocking for a company of engineers right?
Friday, January 12, 2007
Thursday, January 11, 2007
stupid jokes aside, there will be no volcano, but I did want to reinforce my 'brand refreshing' theme by serving mojitos. Which further built my reputation for being the corporate eccentric. I thought the mojitos were kind of witty- in the witty/lame kind of way. It would make my booth popuLAR. My boss decided that I could hand out minty gum. Not nearly as sexy as mojitos. Sexy like a Hanes 3 pack.
Perhaps I will offer a practice GRE at my booth:
Mojitos are to frilly pink panties as trident is to______.
big blog to come soon. . . promise. . urr. I'l try.
Saturday, January 06, 2007
So I am currently in bed *thinking about working out. . . l
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Long term, I have always wanted to work for myself- and lately I have been working very hard at finding things that I truly enjoy. Turns out that I enjoy pretty things. like flowers. Hence- I am going to start a floral design business. Call me crazy. "you're crazy" But at least I will be crazy surrounded by pretty things!
Matty and I are going to go at this together as a growth opportunity for both of us. We are probably one year away from actually making a run at this, even part time. I have always wanted to write a business plan, so regardless if this actually flies or not, I think it will be a great opportunity for expanding my knowledge. I really like my job but I also like to dream too, so I figure researching and creating a brand will be a fun little hobby to do on the weekends.
(I actually have been thinking about this for awhile. One of my favorite activities in paris was popping around the many flower shops, they just do flowers so wonderfully. Minnesota as many of you know seems to be the capital of baby's breath and evergreen. . . there seems to be so much opportunity for something different. I also suspect there is an opportunity for a new brand and so the research begins. . . ) Even if we are just putting together a brand plan without doing any business for a couple of years, I love these types of projects and can't wait to start the project!!
This is where Matt and I need your help. We have put together a brief anonymous survey. Please give us some insights on brand and preference. We aren't planning on opening a store front, so we will be focusing on design driven, large scale projects (as opposed to foot traffic sales). All questions are open ended because we want to encourage as many ideas as possible! We will keep you posted via the blog as we go!
brief survey. . . .
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Where have you been, you ask? Well. . . that is a story in itself. And one that I am going to share, but just not now. I have tried to talk to many of you about it in person, but unfortunately I haven't made the rounds in full yet. I will write more, but in the meantime know that all is well and returning to normal. I didn't want to leave this as a cliffhanger, but. . . .
We are celebrating Matty's birthday tonight. We will have to talk tomorrow. A bientot!
Friday, November 03, 2006
Well I can't tell you where I'm going,
I'm not sure of where I've been
But I know I must keep travelin' till my road comes to an end
I'm out here on my journey, trying to make the most of it
I'm a puzzle, I must figure out where all my pieces fit
Questions I have many, answers but a few
But we're here to learn, the spirit burns, to know the greater truth
We've all been crucified and they nailed Jesus to the tree
And when I'm born again, you're gonna see a change in me
Oh sometimes the road is rugged, and it's hard to travel on
But holdin' to each other, we don't have to walk alone
When everything is broken, we can mend it if we try
We can make a world of difference, if we want to we can fly
Like the poor wayfaring stranger that they speak about in song
I'm just a weary pilgrim trying to find what feels like home
Oh sweet Jesus if you're out there, keep me ever close to you
As I'm travelin', travelin', travelin', as I'm travelin' thru
playlist: Shawn, On the Go
Thursday, November 02, 2006
As a child I remember throwing an incredible temper tantrum in the Target Halloween Aisle because in fact- they did not make a Bob Barker Halloween Costume. My mom tried to convince me that cookie monster was a good choice. No way. They did have a nice Reagan rubber face- some creative thinking and my dad's sport coat might do the trick. But then there was still the skinny microphone to contend with, yes that would be difficult. No silver painted toilet paper roll would not do the trick, not with having the wrong mask and an ill fitting coat. . . perhaps a wand with the end cut off would pass. . .And then again maybe Bob Barker isn't as good as a princess. Yes. A princess would be a lovely choice. Wand intact.
Well Bob, I wish you well. . .
The folks at Best Week Ever had this to add in honor of the good man that inspired so many four year olds like myself:
10. The $100 bill he kept in his pocket. When someone in the opening game bid the exact right price, Bob would reach into his pocket and produce a reward of 100 bucks. So Grandfatherly, so warm. We imagine the bill smells like Werther’s Originals and pipe tobacco.
9. The Most Feminine Microphone in the Biz. It takes a real man to use a long, skinny mic like that.
8. The Ol’ “Let’s Check If You’re A Winner Fake-Out” Trick. Bob waits until the height of aniticipation, leans in the hit the revealing button to see if the contestant is a winner, then takes this opportunity to find out where the player is from, how many kids he/she has, etc. The audience groans, and fantastic television is made. This trick is most often employed during “The Dice Game” and “Spelling Bee.”
7. Female contestants kissing Bob on the cheek. We long to feel the leathery crevaced surface of his face brush against our quivering lips.
6. His laugh. Sure, most of the time it’s done politely. But ever once in a while, a contestant would catch him off guard, and he would genuinely crack-up.
5. Bob and his Plinko Stick. Back before “modern technology” created a clog-free Plinko board, every now and again one of the oversized purple chips would get stuck between the pegs. Such an emergency forced Bob to retrieve his Unclogging Stick (a long white baton), and finagle the chip from its Plinko prison. And he did it with ease, folks.
4. His G.I. Joe Helmet Hair.
3. Bob losing his patience. Sure, he’s a game show host, but he’s also a game show proctor. He’s the captain of the pricing ship! Meaning sometimes he has to hurry people along and ends up losing his patience. Often seen when people have difficulty coming up with a bid during the Showcase Showdown (”James, we need your bid.”) Best exemplified in the following clip of probably the dumbest contestant in Price is Right history.
2. The Creepy Old Grandpa You’re Glad Isn’t Your Grandpa. You couldn’t compile a list of Bob Barker related memories without bringing up the famous sexual harassment suit brought about by one of his Barker’s Beauties (and more would attest to the constant sexual and verbal abuse around the studio.) In a way, it kinda made us love the creepy old dirty bastard, though we were always grateful to keep our Barker-related fantasies filed under “Imaginations Only.” Try watching this clip of Bob Barker and his Beauties without picturing the four of them in some sort of Ancient Chinese mating ritual, we dare you.
1. Bob’s Signature Sign-Off. We hate to think of what the future holds for animal population control without Bob’s trademarked sign-off, “Have Your Pets Spayed or Neutered.” Will the new host adopt this phrase? And if so, will it feel completely phony? But what of the animals? Is anybody thinking of the animals?!?! Let’s reminisce for a moment, and watch the following non-intentionally hilarious video featuring Bob, some Clip Art, and a message of hope.
Oh I am young but have aged
Waited long to seize the day
All things said and plenty done...life is short
Back from Austin and heading to out of the office again in a couple of days. . . .In the meantime I have pulled myself into a deep cave of work and thought; hence the music posts lately.
A quality post coming soon. potentially.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
I came home in the morning
And everything was gone
Oh, what have I done
I dropped dead in the hallway
Cursing the dawn
Oh come on sun
I'm just trying to learn
'Cause I live and I learn
If you live you will learn
Well, you get what you give
And hell, yes, I lived
But if you live as you learn
I don't think I can learn
I've got, I've got it now
Playlist: On the Go
Monday, October 30, 2006
Hospital Technician: blah blah blah Motherf*cker blah
Doc: Hey there, watch it when we have high schoolers here. (to pip) Sorry about that.
Hospital Technician: She's not a high schooler, she's a product rep.
Doc: You aren't here for career day?
Pip: Nope. From Minnesota.
Doc: I thought you seemed big for a high schooler.
Pip: I prefer tall. thank you.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Mad props to Sophie for her ability to differentiate between the chocolatey-fruit goodness and the stick of paper.
This isn't the first time we have witnessed Sophie's rampage. For years I have questioned her ability to pick out the fine difference between crappy cotton underwear and anything that is silk. Finally I understand, it is a matter of class, of quality and of taste. This is a dog with a refined palate. It looks like those many years of culinary training have finally paid off; we can differentiate between silk: cotton and tootsie goodness: wrapper. Yo, save some treats for the kids!
In other news, this weekend was great, super fast, but great indeed. Tonight's post comes from unbelievably warm Austin Texas where I get the proud honor of declaring this my 200th post!
On that, good night y'all.
Saturday, October 28, 2006
"You know it is me right? The kid who thinks the 'we'll leave the light on for ya' type establishment is the pinacle of fine travel.
I did figure out the grand mystery as to why there are so few women in business however. 16 hour days in heels. Sir, do your toes naturally point into a triangle? I didn't think so.
So, I am back at the cottage wearing some combination of clogs or flip flops and all is at peace again.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
- Took many naps.
- Went to a movie, The Departed, with Matty and Brev (Barry). Played a killer game of Ocean Hunter before the movie.
- Had drinks with a couple of friends. Have I mentioned that I am a lucky girl? Indeed 'tis true
- I am in DC this week and witnessing huge amounts of corporate excessive spending, ie., our fair booth has an espresso bar.
- I totally watched the Devil Wears Prada on pay per view last night and billed it to the company. I am also enjoying the million-odd thread count sheets, marble everything and the ability to stay in a hotel that is WAY OUT OF MY TAX BRACKET.
At work directions: Plug in your headphones. Go for it.
Alternate work directions if one does not have headphones: Turn speaker on as such such. I am recommending a 3 (indoor voice) but you might want to start a one or two (whispered gossip voice) and work your way up. You decide.
Directions if you are my aunt jean or anyone related to me some other way: Might be best for you to skip this one. . . ;)
Other international advertising that I heart.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
Find your own pose!
We ALL know that I think about sleep. a. lot.
Technical score 5.1
Artistry score 6.0.
Apparently my bellying up to an affection for fair churros during the quiz scored me a Kama Sutra sleeping style.
Excalibur Traits and Tendencies
Excalibur couples may battle just as much as other couples (and participate in more than their fair share of public huffs), but they look so good together, it outweighs any other deficiencies they may share. It isn't that they're classically good-looking, or similarly sized (though certainly both those pairings are permissible). It's more that the aesthetic chord they strike satisfies in profound ways. Like gorgeously plated food or song filled with unusual harmonies, the wan and freckled hand-in-hand with the tragically tan, the pigeon-toed with the duck-walkers, these Excalibur couples achieve such perfection in their pairing that reminds the world that anything is possible.
Excalibur is in the Wind pose family. Other Wind poses you might enjoy include Softserve Swirl and The Ventriloquist.
An unexpected rash or orthopedic adjustment can sometimes lead an Excalibur couple to fall out of balance. Physical adjustments may need to be made, or an entirely new pose could even be in order.
Rads sent me this link. . . so try it out. . .. I am curious what other people get!
**Two points for the pun.
7 year old Amelia (whispered to Momma Barry): I think they are in love
Momma Barry: I think so too
Barrister: Did you say get a room?
Momma Barry: I said, I- think- so- too
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Here is a great example: I present my chair. Retail price $500.
To quote my father, "$500? Is it made of gold?" Yep. and on the hour it releases soothing vapors of frankincense and myrrh.
If I think of myself in my theater role, $500 can make a huge difference in a production budget. At my job though. . . no one even bats an eye. So here I am straddled between two or three very different worlds. . . confused.
At least my bum is comfy.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
With just a couple of weeks to go, it is pretty funny to see how the candidates attack each other and position themselves to the public.
To be fair, I wouldn't say that I have an unbiased eye when evaluating commercials. . . but regardless, one seems to stick way out to me. Although, I am not a superfan of this candidate, I do think these commercials are beyond silly.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Okay. . .so it wasn't all that bad. Frankly, the worst part was the shots to numb my boobicle. I was a little sore and tired on Friday night but by Saturday I felt like I had just worked out too hard.
I spent most of the weekend bumming around the house, but on Saturday night some college friends came over and we had some yummy appetizers and sat outside by the fire for a bit. It was awesome to have a good conversation and just catch up.
Tomorrow I begin 3 days of 'work retreat' which is code for "crappy work that would be absolutely unbearable to do in the office so we are going to some place prettier to rock through it. "
At least I will be able to wear jeans.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
my hometown hero's account:
Fibroadenomas are round, firm, rubbery masses that arise from excess growth of glandular and connective tissue. These masses can grow to the size of a small plum, but they're benign and usually painless. If you have a fibroadenoma, it may bounce or move slightly when you press the area.
Fibroadenomas respond to hormonal changes and tend to enlarge during pregnancy and shrink after menopause. Women of any age may have them, but they're usually detected in women in their 20s or 30s. Your doctor can't tell from a clinical breast exam alone whether a breast lump is a fibroadenoma. Mammography and ultrasound may help with the diagnosis, but the only way to be certain of a fibroadenoma is to take a sample of tissue for lab analysis (biopsy). Your doctor may also recommend surgery to remove the lump completely.
Fibroadenomas sometimes disappear spontaneously. But your doctor may recommend surgical removal if a fibroadenoma persists, gets larger or you're anxious about it.
So friends. . . I apparently have a couple of cheese balls in my boobicle that need to get looked at. They gave me a couple of options, ranging from 'watchful waiting' to a 'full cheese ball removal.' I split the difference and am having a half-assed cheese ball extraction. It was my choice to have it biopsied now instead of watching it. I could come back every few months for a couple of years to get it measured. . . but we all know I am lazy and that is a lot of appointments (and I know it has grown in the last year). So when in Rome. . . Veni Vidi Vici baby.
Plus. . . I can still drink wine with my left hand.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
So I had my boobicle ultrasound and I have not one, but two TWO! lumps!
They know that they are solid, so they are going to do a surgical biopsy/removal on Friday. I am told it is no big deal- but I shouldn't lift anything with my right arm for two days afterward.
Next weeks blogging topic: the beauty of asymmetry.
Friday, September 29, 2006
So now I have 7 follow- up appointments in the next week. Woo hoo! They did a bunch of blood work to check the exhaustion and if that comes back without any issues, we are going to try looking at increasing my prozac prescription.
During my girl check up (my uterus looks great by the way) the doctor noticed a little bump in my right boobicle. I have known about it for a while, but at my last check up they thought it was caffeine related. So next week I have to go in for a boobicle mammogram and biopsy. I am bummed. My right boobicle will now have a divot. ;)
I guess there are worse things!
Part of me feels really empowered by going to the doctor. It is an incredible feeling to be able to take action over your health. I also can't stop imagining what life could be like if I didn't feel compelled to nap all the time. Life is looking good.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
His mission? Inspire people to become active.
Me? I am inspired to take a nap.
On a related note. . . I am finally going to the doctor today to figure out why I am always soooo o o o o unbelievably tired. . .
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Current project: grading
*Perhaps I reveal too much of my own consumer behavior to my students? You be the judge.
This was written in one of the essays.
"I have a huge brand loyalty to diet coke. As you do."
There are also pictures on flickr from Shawn's visit.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Last week I was telling my students about branding and the discussion centered on how brands define who we are and how we want the world to see us. I guess I could use my quest for the perfect template as an example of personal branding. Dotty, Spotty, Dark, Colorful. Full of Holes.
The double vision Sarah Lynn didn't think it would be the best idea to tell my students about my blog. I can't imagine why. Although, I am sure some enterprising student will find it.
PS. To another lovely Sarah: I am teaching marketing on Thursday nights.
Friday, September 22, 2006
The husband has walked in on me while peeing. I never wanted to have the kind of relationship where this is okay. It isn't that I don't feel comfortable with my body or natural processes blah blah blah. . . I just think it is a slippery slope.
First it was popping zits and now public peeing. What else?
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Upon arrival at home, I realized that migraine wasn't a brain related at all. . . it was a deep zit in my eyebrow. To which my husband (who has a secret love of popping zits) offered to help extract the pain. I balked initially but went ahead with it.
My dad fondly tells a story about putting hemorrhoid cream on my mom's posterior during pregnancy. For the past 20 years I have understood this to be the pinacle of marital familiarity. Gross but comforting in a weird way. For 20 years I have wondered if I would ever feel comfortable enough to let someone apply salve to my sacred spaces. Thursday I let my husband pop a zit to relieve a headache.
I guess we have arrived.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Frightening—And Fantastic by Anna Quindlen
We live at a time when we can't afford to let them accept the Samaritan's ride. But we also can't afford to think that Samaritans don't exist.
Sept. 18, 2006 issue - In May, as part of a program to prepare them for college, the seniors at my daughter's high school heard from a nationally recognized expert on date rape. In August, as part of their introduction to life on campus, the students at the liberal-arts college she is now attending heard from a nationally recognized expert on date rape—the same expert, offering the same warnings about the perils of sexual assault.
Those perils are real. So are the dangers of binge drinking, drug use, unsafe sex, Internet predators, bicycling without a helmet, riding in a car without a seat belt and smoking cigarettes. And perhaps it's also a little dangerous to say of all of the above: enough!
I'm the world's biggest fan of education and information. I was happy that my kids learned early how the seed and the egg got together, at school and from their parents. I like the idea of lung-cancer patients' visiting classes to show teenagers just how glamorous smoking can be once you've had chemo. Every time I hear that little snicking sound that means my kids are belted in, I feel a faint sense of well-being, even though they're not really kids anymore. I've always wanted them, and their friends, to have all the information necessary to make smart choices and avoid dangerous situations.
But for a long time I've had the uncomfortable feeling that the result has been a generation enveloped by a black miasma of imminent disaster. It's not that they hear about the dangers of drugs: they hear about them in school presentations, public-service announcements, print ads, TV movies, "After School Specials," cable documentaries and, of course, from responsible mothers and fathers. They've heard about them in elementary school, middle school, high school and college.
The net effect could be that the drumbeat of danger becomes persistent white noise, unremarked, unheard, unheeded. But that wasn't my concern when I realized that my daughter was going to hear the same warning about date rape in summer that she'd just heard in spring. Once, someone asked me what single quality I most wanted to pass on to my children. Without hesitation I replied, "Joie de vivre." Love of life. That sense of waking up in the morning and thinking that there may be good things ready to happen.
That fantastic feeling is easily lost in a frightening tide of bad tidings. Once, people drifted into unexamined marriages with illusions about a lifetime of romance, or torrid sex, or two hearts that beat as one. Today people plan weddings dogged by divorce and adultery statistics, hearing ubiquitous warnings that marriage is hard work and they might want to try couples counseling even before the ceremony. While once everything was unspoken, now it seems that everything is out there.
Or everything but this: that lots of marriages are happy or at least contented, and pulling in harness can be more satisfying than going it alone. That amid the guys who try to pin you down at a party, it is not so unusual to find one who lights you up and makes you laugh. That sometimes people do stupid things and take stupid chances and get away with it without ruining their lives. A life of unremitting caution, without the carefree—or even, occasionally, the careless—may turn out to be half a life, like the Bible with the Ten Commandments but no Song of Solomon or Sermon on the Mount.
A little more than a decade ago, one of my sons told me very sadly that he didn't understand how he was ever going to have children. At first I thought he meant that he didn't know how he would afford them, or have the patience to raise them. It turned out that he couldn't figure out how he could someday impregnate a woman. When I told him that a day would come when it would be safe to have sex without a condom, he looked at me as though I had lost my mind. Clearly he'd gotten the message. But he'd gotten only the deprivation, not the joy.
So this is a plea for parents to remember to have That Talk with their kids. No, not the one about smoking cigarettes or driving under the influence. That's the one they will certainly get. What they need to hear occasionally is about the pleasures, not just the perils. Even when we talk about September 11, we can tell a tale of human goodness as well as evil, a tale of those who saved strangers as well as those who murdered them. For all the sleazebags who will try to lure a kid into a car, there are many Good Samaritans who are just concerned when they see a 12-year-old trudging along the road in the rain. I suppose we live at a time when we can't afford to let them accept the Samaritan's ride. But we also can't afford to have them think that Samaritans no longer exist. All these lectures, lessons and cautionary tales can't be to preserve a lifetime of looking over one shoulder. As Oscar Wilde wrote, "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."
I won't bore you with the finer details of angioplasty but I will say that I used Chicago Cutlery to dissect a heart and heard a sales rep use the phrase "that patient was fatter than a tick on a coon dog."
Who says the world of angioplasty isn't sexy?
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Andy turned 21 this weekend. It turned out to be a reunion for my friends from first year Kate and Nicole. Then, Nicole, her friend Jorge, Brev and I went up to good ol' St. Joe for a little celebratin'. It was really super- great. We ended up at a house party playing beer pong and the cops pulled up. . . . so those of us in the garage had to be super quiet. ;)
We had lunch with Brev's cousin's who are expecting their first child in two weeks! Then we came back and cleaned- and I set up the "impulse buy" in the office. This evening I hosted book club. We didn't get to talking to the book, but we did talk about plenty of other things. I really like this crew of ladies.
*More on the "impulse buy" at a later date.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Saturday, August 26, 2006
On the thankful side, I met some grad school gals last night for sushi. Let's just say that I am thankful that I am not working all hours of the day. Life/work balance is a good thing.
Hmm. . . Other updates. I realized that I don't have much to complain about. When I really think about it, my life is pretty friggin great. I think I just need to make sure that my prescriptions are filled regularly and that I strive continuously toward creating life possibilities for myself.
Who wants to get rip roaring drunk tomorrow night? I do!
Thursday, August 24, 2006
I am fucking bored. I don't feel like caring about anything.
I think I need a new goal or something. . .
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Last night I saw Em for the first time since I have been back. It was really good and things in her life are going really well so that is always fun. One by one my friends are landing in good places. It is like watching popcorn pop! After I got home we hung up some pictures and then I went to bed.
Today I am working then going home to host some gals from the play for dinner before a little dvd pre-screening. Good times!
The party is in 4 days! Woo hoo!
ps. no news on the knee. Still haven't had the MRI yet. It doesn't hurt as badly anymore though! ;)
Friday, August 18, 2006
If that doesn't interest you how about you try:
Sterilization Training for Life Science Professionals or How to Monitor Clinical Trials for GCP Compliance.
I live in a sexy world.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Here is the t.v. version supplied by Lucy:
I was skating when a man with a ski mask attacked me with a crow bar. . . And then I of course yank the crow bar out the masked man’s grip and let him cower under my intimidating presence until the FBI came and whisked him away, giving me credit for the capture of their #1 most wanted.
The truth is somewhat less glamourous. I was running on a treadmill over lunch when my knee started burning and sending shooting pain up my leg. So I got off.
I go back later this week for an MRI, until then I am not supposed to walk on it. They think I either sprained it or tore some cartilage. Both seem pretty silly since I WASN'T DOING ANYTHING. No falls, no twists and no crowbars.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Last week I declared that we would:
Paint 3 rooms-- check
Strip the fireplace-- mission aborted. Seeking alternative option
Put in a deck-The heavens opened instead
Stain the deck
Tile the mudroom- One more trip to Menards is needed!
Not great, not bad. We did get all the appliances to stop leaking though. That's a win right?
Friday, August 11, 2006
Our fire place has thick, shiny red paint over its bricks. Why?
Because it was covering the white paint? Why?
Because it was covering the sea foam green paint? Why?
I can't get deep enough to figure it out. . .
Thursday, August 10, 2006
All through my trip to France, I dreamt, fantasized, and built plans for all the house projects that were going to happen. So needless to say, I had done the typical, anal planning for which I am famous. So after months of anticipation, my schedule has finally cleared up enough to actually take some action! Since we are having a little party, or should I say PART-YAY, in a couple of weeks I thought it would be a good catalyst to get these house projects done.
Needless to say, I never seem to do anything in moderation. Ever.
So in the past week we have (drumroll please)
Put in a pond
Re-leveled our yard
Planted 4 trees- including one transplant that isn't looking so hot
Built 3 retaining walls
Marked off the area for a deck
Planted 50 plants
Stained the footbridge
Retiled the kitchen
Purchased new appliances
Purchased a camera to document the madness
Received one pedicure. Just me though, Barry wasn't interested.
This weekend we will:
Paint 3 rooms
Strip the fireplace
Put in a deck
Stain the deck
Tile the mudroom
A party or PART-YAY doesn't seem to be good enough reason to dump this much time and money into our house, but I am reminded of the big move in 05. When we put our house on the market we were faced with the dozens of projects that were required to get our house in suitable selling shape. I often asked myself during that time why the hell we didn't just do it right away so that we could enjoy living there.
So that is really the story. Do all this shit now with a self imposed deadline so that we can live there for a few years without having all these stupid house projects on the brain.
Lessons learned so far. Get your neighbor involved whenever possible; they know so much more that I do. Don't go to the garden store without a chaperone; hemorraging of money ensues. Don't plan on having energy enough to do anything else; ie work.
All is well though otherwise. I will post pictures when my new camera comes in.