And now I live in what my dad has designated is "just like a dorm room." That identification was quickly deemed depressing by my mother and me, but I will admit, without my parents, I could not have made this transition.
My dad built shelves. Installed a new doorknob with a lock and was otherwise very handy, not something any of us, including himself, ever dreamed he could be.
He also bought me a ginormous bag of dark chocolate M&Ms. What a good dad!
...more on this later...
30 July 2006
28 July 2006
I work because I love my profession
Research, both the process and the many forms in which information can be sought, is something I love. I always have; even in elementary school, I spent way too much time digging up information for my reports.
2nd grade: Betsy Ross oral presentation. We had to put on the persona of an historical individual, so I had to find everything I could about this woman. I even dressed up in a prairie costume (well, it wasn't so much a costume as an ever-present part of my wardrobe).
Any way, so I love trying to find specific information on random topics.
What I don't like, is when things get in my way.
Confusing database interface - makes me angry.
Misshelved books - I'm annoyed.
How about today's episode: an f-ing COCKROACH the size of a small field mouse walking across, no running across the floor in the library.
After the head of the department killed it, I had to excuse myself because I thought I was going to be sick. I still feel ill. It was enormous, people.
I've never seen a regular old cockroach. La cucaracha, if you will. I've seen a Madagascar Hissing Cockroach before - last summer, even - and the zookeeper had it crawling all over her. She stored it in her pocket. This was not the kind you store in a pocket or in a library, for that matter. Scary beast.
2nd grade: Betsy Ross oral presentation. We had to put on the persona of an historical individual, so I had to find everything I could about this woman. I even dressed up in a prairie costume (well, it wasn't so much a costume as an ever-present part of my wardrobe).
Any way, so I love trying to find specific information on random topics.
What I don't like, is when things get in my way.
Confusing database interface - makes me angry.
Misshelved books - I'm annoyed.
How about today's episode: an f-ing COCKROACH the size of a small field mouse walking across, no running across the floor in the library.
After the head of the department killed it, I had to excuse myself because I thought I was going to be sick. I still feel ill. It was enormous, people.
I've never seen a regular old cockroach. La cucaracha, if you will. I've seen a Madagascar Hissing Cockroach before - last summer, even - and the zookeeper had it crawling all over her. She stored it in her pocket. This was not the kind you store in a pocket or in a library, for that matter. Scary beast.
24 July 2006
Finally gave in
I finally couldn't take another moment.
When I looked at the seemingly endless list of readings that I had 24 hours to complete for the most inane class ever, I collapsed. It was the end. I spent 12 hours at the library today, between class, working, and homework. And to come home to this.
It was unacceptable.
So, in an effort to consolidate for the move, I finished my bottle of rum, which has accompanied Kate and I on many a Gilmore Girls' night this past school year.
The readings haven't been half as bad as I thought they would be. In fact, I've gotten a few ideas for my upcoming final project from them. Well done, Rum!
When I looked at the seemingly endless list of readings that I had 24 hours to complete for the most inane class ever, I collapsed. It was the end. I spent 12 hours at the library today, between class, working, and homework. And to come home to this.
It was unacceptable.
So, in an effort to consolidate for the move, I finished my bottle of rum, which has accompanied Kate and I on many a Gilmore Girls' night this past school year.
The readings haven't been half as bad as I thought they would be. In fact, I've gotten a few ideas for my upcoming final project from them. Well done, Rum!
19 July 2006
Another good thing from today
I was helping a very intense patron at work today, explaining research technique, which was actually fun because he was competent, unlike most of the people we help around here.
He caught on quickly and had this distinct, yet undefinable accent on certain words that intrigued me.
When he gathered his papers to leave he said, "I'm sure you've heard this, but...[pause]...great eye color. Okay, thanks, bye."
As if I chose my eye color today.
I'm sure I blushed. Because that's such a nice, random thing to say, and people just don't do that. To be honest, I'd been thinking his eyes were a lovely shade of light blue. But I hadn't even considered telling him. Maybe next time I think that about someone, I will.
Made my day.
He caught on quickly and had this distinct, yet undefinable accent on certain words that intrigued me.
When he gathered his papers to leave he said, "I'm sure you've heard this, but...[pause]...great eye color. Okay, thanks, bye."
As if I chose my eye color today.
I'm sure I blushed. Because that's such a nice, random thing to say, and people just don't do that. To be honest, I'd been thinking his eyes were a lovely shade of light blue. But I hadn't even considered telling him. Maybe next time I think that about someone, I will.
Made my day.
He's too cute to ignore
Whether or not his mother would agree, Max is adorable.
I'm pretty sure that I could not take care of another person 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I'm pretty sure I'd lose my freaking mind.
That's why I appreciate when friends and relatives have children with whom I can play or just hold for a time. I can always give them back. That keeps the relationships (on the adult-adult level and child-adult level) healthy.
However, were I to be the one waking up a million times a night to feed, change and comfort a baby, I don't think I'd really be a fun/nice person to be around. Which is why I admire and appreciate all those who do manage their households with children and their lives, while they're at it.
I guess today is a day to post about kids. Now it's Max. Previously, you've seen Maddie and Katie. I don't have pictures of any others, so there will be no others today.
I'm pretty sure that I could not take care of another person 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I'm pretty sure I'd lose my freaking mind.
That's why I appreciate when friends and relatives have children with whom I can play or just hold for a time. I can always give them back. That keeps the relationships (on the adult-adult level and child-adult level) healthy.
However, were I to be the one waking up a million times a night to feed, change and comfort a baby, I don't think I'd really be a fun/nice person to be around. Which is why I admire and appreciate all those who do manage their households with children and their lives, while they're at it.
I guess today is a day to post about kids. Now it's Max. Previously, you've seen Maddie and Katie. I don't have pictures of any others, so there will be no others today.
Much like Pirates II, really
Somehow, this reminds me of all of the sea urchins and other crusty creatures that were sucking on the faces of those serving Davy Jones, ruler of the sea. It could even be compared to the frightening jaws of the Leviathan, crazy sea monster that swallows up…people in the movie.
Today's my lucky day
I thought this entire week was going to blow because of all the assignments I had due. And while it has up until this moment, I can see a ray of sunshine about 300 km in the distance. Even if I'm walking super slow, I know I'll get there at some point.
And this email I received today certainly helped me along towards the end of this unending season of work.
"Lana,
I think everybody is nice in my family.
And I love that you are my Aunt.
I'm going to draw a picture for you.
I have received some great emails this month - from siblings far and near, cousins I adore, my best friends in the whole world, and long lost friends. But can I just say that nothing makes me happier than spending time with, talking to, or exchanging email with my Maddie Grace.
I can't sufficiently explain why, except that she's a little loony, or you could say particular about odd things, many of which correspond to oddities within or about myself. Maybe she affirms to me that I'm not the only person with an overactive imagination who loves books and words and rocks. Maybe having a child in your life simply changes a person - and for me, having Maddie in the family has changed the way I think.
It could be her love of imaginary realms, like the one where she's a princess for hours, even days on end.
Here she is:
And this email I received today certainly helped me along towards the end of this unending season of work.
"Lana,
I think everybody is nice in my family.
And I love that you are my Aunt.
I'm going to draw a picture for you.
Love,
Maddie Grace"I have received some great emails this month - from siblings far and near, cousins I adore, my best friends in the whole world, and long lost friends. But can I just say that nothing makes me happier than spending time with, talking to, or exchanging email with my Maddie Grace.
I can't sufficiently explain why, except that she's a little loony, or you could say particular about odd things, many of which correspond to oddities within or about myself. Maybe she affirms to me that I'm not the only person with an overactive imagination who loves books and words and rocks. Maybe having a child in your life simply changes a person - and for me, having Maddie in the family has changed the way I think.
It could be her love of imaginary realms, like the one where she's a princess for hours, even days on end.
Here she is:
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