tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1409988029178894252012-01-17T21:57:04.500-06:00The Department...quietly dramatic since 1983MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.comBlogger4801100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-1468608935171996462012-01-17T20:14:00.000-06:002012-01-17T20:14:46.193-06:00Rock vs Hard PlaceThe semester started back up today which marks exactly a year since I started my grad school work, and to be honest, I just realized that as I was typing this sentence.
It doesn't feel like a year. I feels like three.
I started the semester off right by turning off my cell phone on the way home from class. My class ends just as rush hour begins so I'll always have a solid 1.5 hours to MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-76996536566208616622012-01-15T00:36:00.000-06:002012-01-15T00:36:48.889-06:00Six YearsWe have a birthday girl in our house who loves dolls and pancakes and snuggling. She looks taller. She smiles a snaggle-tooth smile for the first time. She can look me square in the eye and say "No" to my requests with such purpose that I fear for her older years. And mine. She laughs more heartily. Her favorite thing is Mommy-Daddy-JuJu dance parties. When no one else is looking she can MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-28424091730946175232011-12-31T23:25:00.001-06:002011-12-31T23:30:18.966-06:00Ending 2011 with A ConversationJuJu is fascinated by the fact that people all over the world are celebrating the coming of 2012. We did have to explain to her that people do not travel to Russia (or anywhere else) from the United States simply to celebrate the new year, but that people already LIVE in Russia, and THEY celebrate the new year, along with the rest of the world. They are called Russians. Blew her mind.
(In case MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-26786055692750907942011-12-27T23:20:00.000-06:002011-12-27T23:20:13.462-06:00A DIY which was a Bad IdeaA couple of days before Christmas (literally, the day I handed in my last paper for the semester, so the 21st) the gumption insisted that I make her Christmas dress.
I laughed.
She did not.
I stared down my nose at her and said "JuJu! Do you know how much work it is to make a dress?"
She said, "Mommy, you must make my Christmas dress."
I fell into a little heap and said "okay"
Now, making JuJu'sMPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-1142602963909720422011-12-19T01:16:00.001-06:002011-12-19T01:16:13.095-06:00The Perfect Christmas Song
Christmas is almost here kids. I know this song has been out for awhile but I thought I'd share it anyway. Its one of those songs that when my heart aches for someone else, it reminds me that something bigger is happening no matter what happens to us here on earth. Listen all the way through. I've been crying to it all night long. You shouldn't cry. You should rejoice. I should rejoice too.
MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-25073302936444132132011-12-16T00:22:00.000-06:002011-12-16T00:26:53.799-06:00Peace Right HereTomorrow is the last day of the semester, and while I still technically have projects that are unfinished, they aren't due until a little bit later.
Since I've been looking forward to the 16th, as the last day of school, for several weeks now, I'm going to go ahead and celebrate. In the last week and a half I've written three major papers, taken three finals, and given one presentation.
My MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-89758653376073214862011-12-04T11:33:00.001-06:002011-12-04T11:39:15.042-06:00Happiness
Finals start on Saturday. I have papers and presentations scheduled for every day this week.
I'll let you know how I fair. I'll be back eventually. In the meantime, watch this. It will make you happy.
(thanks Mighty Girl!)
MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-77877990309744134252011-11-15T20:09:00.001-06:002011-11-15T20:32:16.009-06:00It's that time againThe point in the semester has arrived when no one is comfortable. Everyone has a deadline to meet, even the professors. Its the point in the semester just before everyone turns into robots, when you just do the work, mechanically and you wake up in the morning with a keyboard impression on your face, not ever remembering falling asleep.
It's interesting to me that at this point in the MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-27249934118173615142011-11-06T19:47:00.000-06:002011-11-06T19:47:26.059-06:00One Little IndianIn preparation for Thanksgiving, JuJu's kindergarten class learned about Native Americans last week. On Friday, all the parents were invited to come back and assist in the class festivities of making dream catchers, wampum, headdresses, rain sticks and getting their faces painted. It was an "out of uniform day" for kindergarten so they could dress up like Indians.
I had forgotten about it.
MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-43636830821136259362011-10-29T23:01:00.000-05:002011-10-29T23:01:31.196-05:00On The SilenceLast week I was a co-leader for a project at the Lil'bit's school. The only problem with that was that I didn't know I was a co-leader. The worst part was that my other co-leader also did not realize she was a co-leader. I signed up to help with games! GAMES! I didn't know "help with games" meant FIGURE OUT EVERYTHING.
In the end though, the project was completed and a huge hit and by FridayMPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-78738077092331011612011-10-09T21:19:00.001-05:002011-10-09T21:19:40.469-05:00We're Ready for K2In an effort to tire out our precious pumpernickel, we've been taking daily outings to parks and museums and whatnot. We decided a few days ago to check out the local state park. The staff was very (overly?) friendly (they probably hadn't had visitors all summer long) and took quite a bit of time to show us the trails and paths. Overly Friendly Park Ranger Guy insisted that a five year old MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-61960941313242508152011-10-02T12:50:00.002-05:002011-10-02T12:50:58.141-05:00'Cause I have all the time in the worldI haven't painted much since school started back up again. I painted a Narwhal many muchos weeks ago. I then decided he needed some other mysterious sea creature friends to keep him company.
Friend Number One : The Giant Squid
My only problem now is deciding on another creature. Thoughts?
MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-59978450335086853012011-09-28T13:15:00.000-05:002011-09-28T13:15:09.870-05:00On PrayerI know this is out of the blue, but something has been weighing on me for the last few days and I don't know how to find the rightness of the situation.
I learned earlier this week that an long ago friend of mine, we could even say an acquaintance of mine suffered a massive brain aneurysm. (And because he was an acquaintance, I have an easier time talking about this)
He is 31 years old.
MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-10029390462003114202011-09-24T21:34:00.003-05:002011-09-24T21:34:37.973-05:00The Rough Days...
....are so rough, they've been filled with monstrously fun things
like making crayons
and reading
and wedding going
and of course, circus acts
I have gobs and gobs and gobs of pictures from the last few days. Maybe some night I'll gather my thoughts and actually tell you about some of them!
MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-19023849419262200362011-09-20T21:03:00.000-05:002011-09-20T21:03:25.091-05:00The Days. They Are RoughThe last couple of weeks have been...whew...they have been.
My To Do list is growing inspite of all my hard work and napping.
I haven't been sleeping so well, which explains the napping. I'd been chalking my not sleeping well to the stress of a new semester for me, a new school for the lil' one, the ever growing to do list, and Josh's currently crazy schedule.
And of course since I hadn't MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-73435620803122601882011-09-18T13:05:00.002-05:002011-09-18T13:05:55.545-05:00The Happy Panic StateGrad school is now in full swing. I have papers due and presentations to give and dear lord, READINGS to read. Oh the reading. It is partial death.
But on Friday Lil Bit's teacher sent home a bright orange note, it says :
"Presenting The Greatest Show On Earth!
Circus Celebration This Friday!
Be sure to dress as your favorite circus performer!
(Don't go down to the halloween store and buy a MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-89472191540987243642011-09-13T22:19:00.000-05:002011-09-13T22:19:15.810-05:00On Stick-To-It'ednessLatin is hard kids.
But you want to know what makes Latin harder than it should be?
Staring at it, all scared, thinking you're not smart enough or you haven't learned enough or the material is too obscure, and for all of those reasons, not doing any of it.
Latin gets harder when you don't do it. It's not just the forgetting how to decline nouns or conjugate verbs or not recognizing uses of MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-20138274343269038082011-09-12T23:27:00.000-05:002011-09-12T23:27:30.234-05:00Feeling ProductiveI'm supposed to be studying Latin. Shhhh! Don't tell my employer...uh...husband.
But kids! Big news!
The Hello Birdie shop is open in a new and improved way and I'm pretty excited and a little nervous about opening back up but here we are! Also, in a few weeks you'll all have to take a gander at my new Spoonflower shop for classic and fun fabrics (shut up right? Fabric!) I'll keep you posted.
MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-14108215691195145302011-09-10T23:34:00.000-05:002011-09-11T00:18:42.282-05:00Life is Not FairThe moon is full here in Texas, and I'm betting it's full where you are as well, but at my house when the moon is full things get a little crazy.
I'm an avid believer in blaming then moon when things don't go well. The souffle fell? Blame the moon! Car won't start? Stupid the Moon. The kid is nuts? Moon, I shake my fist at you.
The moon is really just an innocent bystander. But gosh, so easyMPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-80832085106950280022011-09-06T22:22:00.001-05:002011-09-11T00:17:50.214-05:00This Will Be Purely ProfessionalJosh gets to go to conferences pretty frequently in his line of work. These conferences usually involve high amounts of testosterone and guns and explosives and generally "cool" stuff.
So it's only fair that when I get to go to a conference that it involve equally high amounts of estrogen. And tea and dresses and literature. The Jane Austen Society of North America is coming to Fort Worth MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-4638163790104262182011-09-05T23:30:00.000-05:002011-09-05T23:30:15.886-05:00The Fall Semester is Shaping Up NicelyI've now met all of my classes for the semester and I have to tell you, it's going to be epic.
I'm learning Latin with a real live monk.
I'm taking Jane Austen with a real live person from Lebanon. She has only been in the states for one week.
I get drink wine in my Jane Austen class. For reals.
And I've been told that the Shakespeare class will be so awesome (read : in depth) we won't even be MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-26389436118143325102011-09-03T22:18:00.000-05:002011-09-03T22:18:48.079-05:00Easing into AdventureWhen Friday rolls around again we are going to take the lil' bit climbing. There is a indoor climbing gym "in the area" (ie: less than 40 miles from the house) and we have a child sized harness that has been collecting the proverbial dust since last Christmas.
But after Josh showed lil'bit what people "do" when they go climbing, she wasn't too sure about the idea. So we dug out the harness andMPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-48196540584461142862011-08-30T22:43:00.000-05:002011-08-30T22:43:35.781-05:00In Other NewsTonight I googled "long stay tourist visa"
Did you know you can stay in a foreign country for six months on a general visitor's visa?
I'm not sure how much money you would need to sustain life for six months in a foreign country but I think that's going to be our new goal : to find out
And then to save that much money.MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-43239504551952663002011-08-30T22:40:00.000-05:002011-08-30T22:40:51.908-05:00In The CarJosh: Wow! Look at the moon! It's neon orange!
Mp: What moon?
Josh: The neon orange moon! Right there! Duh.
Mp: That's the sun.
Josh: The sun...the moon, you know....either one.
MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-86053402450444912812011-08-29T14:57:00.000-05:002011-08-29T14:57:15.534-05:00Oh Hi ThereI've been in the midst of a brain fog lately but I seem to have emerged today! I could tell, not because getting out of bed was easier (it wasn't), but because I actually did something. Something productive.
At the beginning of the summer I thieved a wooden pallet from my neighbor's trash pile (this is becoming a trend, this trash pile thieving thing)
There are so many DIY ideas and tutorials MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-18855023239333023182011-08-20T23:26:00.000-05:002011-08-20T23:26:52.124-05:00Summer BreakFinishing my Latin III class didn't come along with a sense of satisfaction that I thought it would. So I told myself I would just have to wait for that sense to come along when my grade was posted.
And then my grade was posted. And I made an A.
And the sense of satisfaction was there, but only vaguely. ie: hardly at all
I just keep waiting for it.
At this point I'd even take the feelingMPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-53861083108195647842011-08-12T09:40:00.000-05:002011-08-12T09:40:47.448-05:00NewnessYesterday afternoon I took my Latin final. Oddly there was no sigh of relief at the end. I'm thinking it just hasn't set in yet.
But when I walked outside after turning my test in, you guys...it was raining. RAINING.
Like tears of joy from the sky and the 88° felt like God's gift to me for finishing the summer session. Seriously.
I've been wandering around this morning enjoying the fact that MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-39248955334776560692011-08-09T22:50:00.000-05:002011-08-09T22:50:54.906-05:00Week Five : TuesdayI think the entire class let out a relived sigh today when the professor told us he would be giving us parameters for our final on Thursday. The flip side of that would be that we'd have to be able to recall any part of 300 lines of Latin for the test. That was really scary. So scary I refused to think about it. I was going to read my translations and that was about it.
But today we receivedMPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-38905492309524655462011-08-07T21:39:00.000-05:002011-08-07T21:39:54.812-05:00Latin III : Week FiveIt's the beginning of the end people. I'm starting Week Ten of my ten week Latin intensive. I know you all are overjoyed. Overjoyed because now that the ten weeks will be over soon, maybe you won't have to hear any more about Latin.
yeah.
Sorry about that.
Fair warning: I'm translating Vergil in the fall. It's going to be super.
But don't worry, I'm a little overjoyed too! Overjoyed notMPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-58823303005213855652011-08-06T22:53:00.000-05:002011-08-06T22:53:52.312-05:00On TearsJust in cause you were unawares, when you see your offspring crumple into a pool of whimpers and crocodile tears, you will do anything to make it all better.
This evening, make-your-own-concoction ice cream + kindergarten school supply shopping made it all better.
But I wish I could wrap her up in so much love that no one else would ever be able to hurt her.MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-18144582603823424412011-07-31T16:01:00.000-05:002011-07-31T16:01:13.837-05:00The Wise ProfessorI'm not gonna lie y'all. I'm feeling especially awesome about my newfound painting skills today.
MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-42376690535788204882011-07-30T23:03:00.000-05:002011-07-30T23:03:23.650-05:00Much BetterAlright, I'll admit it : the lil' bit and I about killed each other last weekend. It was not a pretty weekend, in fact, it was very very ugly.
This weekend is going much better.
Everyone is happy and smiling and laughing and chasing each other until we collapse into giggle fits. We're dancing to the Ponyo song and ooooing at the paper lanterns in Tangled.
We swam and swam and swam until theMPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-82034895012773091382011-07-29T11:24:00.001-05:002011-07-29T11:26:30.768-05:00Latin III Week Three : AdulthoodWe are almost finished translating the myth/story/tale of Romulus and Remus. My professor is convinced someone needs to write a paper about the Latin correlations between the different meanings for the words :
lupum (wolf / prostitute ) and stabulis ( stable / dwelling / brothel ) and what it all has to do with the Lupercal festival where the little boys ran around worshiping Pan of Lycaeus ( MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-79837579226258958422011-07-26T20:46:00.000-05:002011-07-26T20:46:43.566-05:00Some Things We Did This WeekThe second week of intermediate Latin passed by without much stress on the Latin end of it all. On the other hand, we had plenty going on here in the regular world to keep us all busy.
The kiddo came down with strep throat.
Strep throat is all in all a nasty little bug. It gave JuJu a fever that made her heart none.too.pleased. My exact words to the nurse as I was calling in for the doctorsMPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-49038028262217119222011-07-18T09:59:00.000-05:002011-07-18T09:59:20.666-05:00puffsI borrowed a new lens for the Canon this morning (HI DAVE!)
I was convinced it was going to work like a macro. It does not.
Then I was convinced it was the weirdest lens on the earth.
Then I uploaded my shots
Then I was all...
ooooh. pretty!
MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-21333695852441884582011-07-17T22:12:00.000-05:002011-07-17T22:12:34.967-05:00Latin III : Week TwoI'm staring the second week of Latin 3 in the face and frankly I'm a little too comfortable for my own good. I've been going through some crazy phases of procrastination and hyperventilation and have another glass of wine.
So it's Sunday night and I should be translating but I'd really rather do something else. It's not as if I'd rather do ANYTHING else than translate. I don't hate the classMPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-85358761766742720022011-07-15T21:24:00.002-05:002011-07-16T08:41:38.362-05:00To The StarMy Friday's are obligation free (except for JuJu of course), but at least I don't have class. It's a sweet taste of freedom!
I painted yesterday afternoon and was feeling irritated that the painting wasn't turning out the way I wanted, but in the end it was interesting, if nothing else. Josh liked it though, and that kind of counts for a whole whole lot in my book.
Despite not having class, I MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-79156363910875151982011-07-12T11:47:00.001-05:002011-07-12T11:48:06.842-05:00What Little Girls WantWe promised JuJu we would take her back to the kiddie pizza place. You see, they have prizes. Who cares about all the fun you can have playing the games when you can win PRIZES for playing the games?!
We had been a few days ago and both Josh and JuJu spotted the ultimate prize: stuffed Angry Birds. They had the red one. the black one. the yellow one. and the white one.
Of course we didn't MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-85756674760522201222011-07-10T15:49:00.000-05:002011-07-10T15:49:09.201-05:00Let Peace ReignI sent a text to my mom a few weeks ago. I had just discovered that the spells in Harry Potter are basically Latin phrases. I was all giddy about it. So Expecto Patronum means "I expect a protector" which when you look at it, as my mother pointed out, you say WELL DUH.
But regardless, it's fun to find Latin in our everyday, it's a little treat. Even if the moment ends up being a duh moment.
MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-73383178986461855182011-07-06T19:51:00.001-05:002011-07-06T19:52:17.529-05:00ColorsJuJu's teacher insists that our daughter is "artsy" It's hard to tell whether she is a product of nature or nurture. We're pretty artsy ourselves. I'm betting its a bit of both. It's not every kid that begs to play with the food coloring. And I'm starting to learn that not every parent would submit to the request. Either we're push overs or we're smartly (hello, towel) awesome.
MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-72635891263990246662011-07-03T12:25:00.002-05:002011-07-03T12:25:43.609-05:00Study BreakSometimes one needs a break from Latin. Sometimes an episode of Eureka just won't cut it. Sometimes you have to pull out your supplies and mindlessly paint circles
MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-38177244940520552082011-07-02T16:14:00.000-05:002011-07-02T16:14:49.202-05:00Date NightJosh and I went out for a rare sit down dinner date last night. After dinner when we were walking back to the car we noticed a favorite interior design store going out of business. We popped our heads in (mainly to reminisce about all the wonderful pieces of furniture we had seen there over the years) and had a look around. Ellison St. Interiors specializes in antique furniture so we've MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-82029469751780462692011-07-01T15:11:00.000-05:002011-07-01T15:11:10.275-05:00Latin Week FourThe professor handed back a quiz today that had blown our minds.
Everyone in the class usually knows if they've done well or poorly on a quiz. But this quiz was different. No one knew how it was going to turn out. I, for instance, was convinced that I either made a 100 or a Zero.
It's not like there was only one question. There were over 100 spaces to fill in with answers. We had to MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-17170331889265933832011-06-29T14:41:00.001-05:002011-06-29T14:56:44.884-05:00Latin Week Four : Almost The EndFirst off: I hate translation quizzes. I lose my MIND worrying that I won't know the translation perfectly or I won't be able to identify the words I need to identify. And then I take the quiz and I do FINE. And after it's all over I think "gosh! that wasn't so bad! I should remember this for next time! Translation quizzes aren't so bad!" And then the cycle begins again the next week.
On a MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-17005887566795737722011-06-27T14:28:00.000-05:002011-06-27T14:28:04.244-05:00Latin Week Four : The BeginningWe started learning the subjunctive mood today in class and everyone's eyes rolled back into their heads a little bit as the chill of Death By Latin swept over us.
But before the subjunctive we talked about poetry!
I can get into poetry right?! I mean, isn't that what English majors do? Sit around and read poetry all day while they nod at the appropriate places and say things like "interestingMPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-88792586578415523702011-06-24T21:11:00.001-05:002011-06-24T21:20:51.518-05:00Paint!I should be studying but instead I'm trying out a new blog design. I'm not sure what I think. There might be a little too much going on. Let me know if you feel like you're going to suffer from a seizure whilst scrolling. That is all.MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-66851275093946245802011-06-24T14:25:00.002-05:002011-06-24T16:46:04.674-05:00Latin Week ThreeTaking this summer Latin course is a bit surreal. It's been enlightening, confusing, overwhelming, and connective. This will sound strange, but it's also a bit like depression. It's exhausting, it's too much, and I go to class most days amazed at our ability to move forward.
But mostly it's just exhausting.
I'm two thirds of the way through the course and I've met so many fabulous people.MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-12842770613856883392011-06-18T14:17:00.000-05:002011-06-18T14:17:44.874-05:00Latin Week TwoYesterday we finished up our second week of Latin. By Wednesday of this coming week, I will be half way finished with the semester. The excitement, it overwhelms me.
I had a spattering of exciting moments this week. One in which I realized I only needed 24 credit hours total to graduate. Since I've been thinking I needed 30 this whole time, that meant I could knock an entire semester off of MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-15389858757384158182011-06-09T19:52:00.000-05:002011-06-09T19:52:33.863-05:00Week OneTomorrow will mark the last day of my first week of Latin. I feel like...like...oh I'm so tired.
This afternoon after I studied some, I came home and fell asleep. I dreamed I was a bird being chased by a witch who spoke Latin who wanted to eat my teeth (because birds have teeth?). The only way to get away from her was to speak more Latin. After four days, I am less than proficient with the MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-60310513930758768242011-06-06T17:49:00.000-05:002011-06-06T17:49:44.700-05:00Latin Day OneWe got out of class super early. Early enough for me to come home and make these:
Earl Grey Macarons with Lemon Buttercream : Nummers
Now that I've killed some time I've got to go figure out declensions and stuff. Yeeah.MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-87475269709464230252011-06-05T21:58:00.000-05:002011-06-05T21:58:35.029-05:00FinisTomorrow is the first day of intensive Latin. Today was my last day of freedom for the next ten weeks. I can do anything for ten weeks. And at the end of those ten weeks I have a couple of weeks before the next semester starts. It's like a little carrot dangling out in front of me. You know what else is like a carrot? Our wicked awesome bedroom.
I've almost posted pictures like 5 times in MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-16740582521956870142011-06-04T20:43:00.001-05:002011-06-04T20:43:41.313-05:00New LoveI haven't been spending much time on the computer, but this evening I plopped down with the iPad and five minutes later I have a new favorite Etsy shop I just must share with you.
I'm in grad school...as you know...so I haven't actually purchased anything from Traven7 Vintage but oh my heavens, if you weren't in grad school why wouldn't you purchase something? Seriously.
This little beauty is MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-80319574603201862712011-06-03T21:01:00.001-05:002011-06-03T21:02:11.960-05:00Dress UpThis afternoon I joined my good friend Liz for some fabulous mexican food. We hit up a vintage shop here in Fort Worth and had such a good time laughing at all the crazy things people have worn over the years, and then we spent some money on those crazy things. It was such fun!
In order to show off my new duds, JuJu and I decided to have a dress up party. She chose her outfit and I chose mineMPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-11822708903017841932011-06-03T10:09:00.000-05:002011-06-03T10:09:33.374-05:00Josh's Picture of the WeekMPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-9443324174454962632011-05-30T22:12:00.001-05:002011-05-30T22:13:50.108-05:00Vacation : A JuJu FirstLast weekend Josh and I finally nailed down plans to go to the beach. We've been talking about it since March, but it wasn't until the last minute that we both decided no matter what we were going to the beach.
Since it was a last minute decision we opted to camp out on the beach for two nights and then maybe get a hotel room on the third. The last time I camped on the beach I was five monthsMPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-59711495025500842022011-05-21T23:31:00.000-05:002011-05-21T23:31:14.016-05:00GradesI get to keep my scholarship. After my first semester in grad school I have a 3.67 which I am infinitely relieved about. The worst of it all was a B+ which I am a little curious about but never the less,
I get to keep my scholarship.MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-7923574143060500472011-05-20T15:00:00.003-05:002011-05-20T15:00:02.000-05:00PinkThe Pumpernickel has learned to ride a bicycle.
This tidbit of information resulted in the necessity of ME acquiring a bicycle. It took a while, but I finally decided on one:
It matches Jetta and has a spot for a basket on the back. How euro of me.
So now that Josh has his tooling around bike and I have my bike and lil'bit can ride a bike, well, we've been spending most of our evenings MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-57246641357758127422011-05-19T23:32:00.000-05:002011-05-19T23:32:48.179-05:00BABIES!
No. No you do not have to inform me that it is almost JUNE and that I barely have seedlings. This is lettuce, which you will recall, I had more of at one time. (And then school happened and then I had fewer lettuce seedlings and then some MORE school happened and then I had no lettuce seedlings...and well, that's pretty much what happened to ALL of the seedlings I had) SAD DAY.
But right now, MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-40835162172778351912011-05-17T23:16:00.000-05:002011-05-17T23:16:00.307-05:00On Actively Losing Brain CellsI got a phone call today from the library. I'd left something in one of my interlibrary loan books. A gift card in fact. To Pottery Barn (or if you're me, to West Elm). I laughed and told them just to stash it somewhere, I'd be back eventually to retrieve it.
Luckily they haven't found my other book mark.It might have been a tiny plastic machine gun that goes to a Tiny Master Chief.
MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-84188267569044756652011-05-16T23:27:00.001-05:002011-05-16T23:27:00.212-05:00Josh's Picture of the WeekMPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-79969586281861337152011-05-15T21:30:00.000-05:002011-05-15T21:38:23.044-05:00On PerfectionI got one of my (three) papers back. I got an A-
Sigh. Laugh. Sigh.
That A- would have been super helpful about a week ago when (after forgetting my happy pills for three days in a row) I had a little bit of a break down. I think it included the words "I think God was preoccupied when he made me, I'm such a failure! SIGH."
Yeah. Yeah something like that.
But Josh listened to me. Then MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-12969194235787017422011-05-14T22:54:00.003-05:002011-05-14T22:54:00.424-05:00T-Rex has Tiny ArmsHere is my impression of him.
We went to the zoo!
I was hoping to see the baby lion.
But somehow we spent most of our time making fun of T-Rex.
Our zoo has pre-historic creatures. What does your zoo have?MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-10191402693553318482011-05-14T13:47:00.002-05:002011-05-14T13:53:12.366-05:00An EssayMary R.
French BakingMs. Lauren14 May 2011
Macarons and the Suburban Baker's Triumph
The Parisians have dominated the culinary world for decades. However, the average suburban baker has recently wandered out of the wilderness of Betty Crocker boxed mixes and Toll House refrigerated cookie dough. Sadly, the suburban baker's limited culinary knowledge makes their entrance into the magical forest MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-76666164885392976682011-05-13T22:54:00.000-05:002011-05-13T22:54:04.954-05:00Everything In BetweenI handed in my last paper on Thursday (after making a crazy mad dash over to Dallas to try to beat the 5:00PM mark. 5:01 and the English secretary hadn't locked up the office yet. I was all: You Are My HeroFor the last three weeks or so I've been making The List of things that I want to do during my break. I'm starting Latin in the summer so I have the rest of May to enjoy life again. Today IMPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-33415593997785816192011-05-05T08:16:00.000-05:002011-05-05T08:16:56.560-05:00He's Back! : Josh's Picture of the WeekMPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-58605891746847599772011-05-04T11:23:00.000-05:002011-05-04T11:23:55.724-05:00On InabilityThings have been quiet around here lately. I mean, in my house.
I've been spending my days feverishly researching and reading research and re-researching and...
At this point, I'm not researching because I want to. I'm researching because OHMYDEARGOODNESS I need information. Now. For this paper. Now.
But frantically researching means I'm not frantically writing.
I should be frantically MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-35671790590128204432011-04-27T21:27:00.000-05:002011-04-27T21:27:35.538-05:00Macarons!I've searched high and low for a local bakery that sells french macarons and I've FINALLY found one. They aren't local. But they are close to my school. I'll take that.
I had never had a macaron before, but between Emily Martin and Jordan Ferney I decided I absolutely had to try them.
I picked up two of every flavor so the family could try them out too. I don't think they were as excitedMPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-89523232901034150802011-04-20T20:30:00.000-05:002011-04-20T20:30:45.795-05:00ahhhhIt's practically Easter weekend, and by practically, I mean tomorrow is Holy Thursday.
And by tomorrow I mean.
wow. It's almost the end of the semester.
Everyone of my school friends is starting to feel the crunch and everyone is looking at their workload and thinking "are you kidding me?" , "seriously?" , "seriously.", "Lord, have mercy", and "where is the corkscrew?"
In that order.
I have MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-54255998734811703622011-04-13T23:22:00.000-05:002011-04-13T23:22:41.111-05:00On Apathy. And Other Stuffs.My professor wrote us an email this evening saying he was going to move our quiz over Ovid to a day later next week instead of first thing next week.
And all I could think was:
Why?
I mean. I was all ready to give up the ghost and fail the quiz and just BE DONE with it so I could focus on more important things (three term papers due all in the same week, HELLO).
Gosh. Now I feel like I actuallyMPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-46425951374739419782011-04-12T12:05:00.000-05:002011-04-12T12:05:00.707-05:00Should Have Had a Tylenol PMDuring my stint of non-blogging because STUFFS IS GOING ON I had a dream that actually woke me up.
It was my old mentor, looking a little shaggy around the edges like 50 year old Colin Firth and I had just read him my masterpiece of a paper on Jane Austen.
To which he said: You do realize that I never wanted you to go on to get your masters, don't you? That you're delving deeper into literatureMPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-91640694700544747982011-04-11T11:14:00.001-05:002011-04-12T15:09:06.811-05:00It's just too goodI'm going to share my thesis with you. Because. Well. See above.
Let's all remember intellectual copyrights are in place here and don't forget your mother told you it's naughty to steal. Also: steal my words and I will find you. I have ways. And then I will prosecute you because my lawyer loves me.
Not that y'all would. Just clarifying for those people with mad google skills.
"Austen employs MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-50823002175433071602011-04-09T00:41:00.001-05:002011-04-09T00:42:39.879-05:00Shoot MeWhen you go to type up the all important essay that you've been writing on college ruled notebook paper because you wanted to be near your concept map and not confined to a chair, it's important to keep a few things in mind.
1. There were portions of it that you wrote at 1:30 in the morning.
2. Some of your citations were cited after that second glass of wine.
3. You can't spell.
4. Perhaps it MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-16364265237264606262011-04-06T22:47:00.001-05:002011-04-06T22:51:16.973-05:00Be Right Back, Mmmk?I've spent the last three days trying to decipher 20 different myths and figure out why Elizabeth Bennett so readily changes her mind about Darcy, all while finding a new love in Nathaniel Hawthorne. He's pretty awesome.
I'm currently juggling those projects (and a couple of more) while still trying to make every available minute count with my five year old who has been experiencing severe MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-85864881899529043072011-04-02T22:21:00.000-05:002011-04-02T22:21:37.700-05:00JuJu Approves of Spring
All you non-Texans, don't curse my name, the warm sunshine is coming your way soon.MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-6418741342995985152011-03-29T19:00:00.000-05:002011-03-29T19:00:02.853-05:00Snug as a BugMy new iPad came yesterday and I've almost been afraid to touch it, let alone put it in my bag. In fact, I wrapped it in several layers of felt yesterday before I headed off to school. This afternoon I found myself blissfully finished with my reading and with plenty of time to re-read other things if I wanted, so I decided to take a bit of a crafting break. In my defense, it's FOR school. Yes.MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-34529651242303634182011-03-29T11:43:00.003-05:002011-03-29T12:53:38.620-05:00Josh's Picture of the WeekMPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-26940248455909341002011-03-28T11:10:00.002-05:002011-03-28T11:48:33.989-05:00On TherapyMy To Do List, as of recently, has been overwhelming. Not overwhelming in the sense that I look at it and think wow! that's a lot to do! but rather in the sense that it makes me curl up into a panic-y little ball while trying to read Cicero but really, it's hard to read when you're curled up into a little ball, let alone comprehend anything.
I trudged on through the week, as we all have to do, MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-40309308483152918022011-03-26T16:03:00.000-05:002011-03-26T16:03:15.980-05:00Budding ArtistYou may have noticed in yesterday's pictures that JuJu was toting a camera around with her at the botanical gardens. We thought it'd be fun to see the world through her eyes and soon we realized that she's not about the give that camera up. It's been attached to her hip ever since yesterday afternoon. Here's a fun sampling: I've let Juliana title each photograph.
Typewriter : AKA "You pressMPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-72685757510199760212011-03-25T20:56:00.002-05:002011-03-25T21:19:00.669-05:00Fifth YearThis gets harder every year, this picture taking business. JuJu was so malleable the first year we took pictures at the Botanical gardens. All we had to do was sit her where we wanted her and snap away.Exhibit A:
Juliana now knows better than to smile unabashedly for the camera. Last year she was hiding from it. This year she didn't hide from the camera, but was still a little shy. I presentMPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-31927102612635811192011-03-24T16:18:00.000-05:002011-03-24T16:18:58.280-05:00On SurveysI was prompted by my school to take an administrative survey and rate the campus on all counts.
The survey began with a notice that all submissions would be kept confidential.
And then at the end you had to state what your degree was in. What your gender was. And how many credits you've earned.
Seeing as how I am the ONLY English Masters student who has not earned any credits (the only new MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-17828147512849665112011-03-23T21:19:00.005-05:002011-04-11T13:07:42.916-05:00SweetHeartsI remember sitting in a metal chair in a cold room when we found out JuJu had a heart defect. Josh couldn't come to the doctor's office. He had to work, and so I was there by myself.
I couldn't blame him, and I certainly don't. We were told "it was nothing." There was no reason to take off of work just to find out nothing.
But nothing turned into "something." Pretty much all I really MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-66346653206198188062011-03-21T09:44:00.001-05:002011-03-21T09:59:08.189-05:00Desky : The Before and AfterRemember this picture? This is the school desk I pulled from my neighbor's trash pile. I later found out that her husband had been saving it for years in hopes of making it anew. I'm not sure if I can have him over for dinner in good conscious. Whoops!
It was trash day. Can you tell?
In the olden days schools didn't feed children. They let them gnaw on their desks instead.
And here it MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-745430607937919172011-03-18T23:11:00.000-05:002011-03-18T23:11:04.654-05:00DefeatI just wrote a post which I will most likely never publish simply because it was written in a moment of sarcasm+failure+frustration.
It was about parenting. And God. And Narcissists.
I'm not sure how to get through to my child. I think tomorrow I'm going to take away television privileges. Right after she gets back from nana's house where TV and cookies abound.
Who's gonna be her favorite MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-40624764072440540742011-03-17T11:19:00.002-05:002011-03-17T17:12:38.406-05:00The Beginning of 28Yesterday I turned 28, which is marching ever closer to that 30 mark. At this point I don't understand why people make such a big deal about 30. Perhaps I'm still too young to understand.
Two nights ago I received my first essay back. The one over Hamlet. The one where the professor said no one was ever going to say anything new about Hamlet. Ever. And then he wrote on my paper "an ingeniousMPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-44556186219576844652011-03-13T14:08:00.000-05:002011-03-13T14:08:36.454-05:00SatisfactionI'm supposed to be spending all of my time reading Moby Dick. But we got the XBox fixed. And seriously, not a night has gone by where I don't relax with some Halo.
There is little else as satisfying as hearing "INCONCEIVABLE" in that deep sultry voice from the Halo Guy while you melee a little grunt. Good times.MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-26568906772890870132011-03-12T17:02:00.000-06:002011-03-12T17:02:52.121-06:00Finallysome craft time.
I'm not a jewelry kind of person and I certainly don't know how to make it so I'm feeling quite proud of myself about this one.
MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-8790059720243577542011-03-11T15:56:00.001-06:002011-03-11T15:56:00.124-06:00The To Do ListI divided it into four sections tonight:
HOME
SCHOOL
PROJECTS
CRAFTS*
Those four sections are all divided into time spans
URGENT
TOMORROW
NEXT WEEK
OHMYGRACIOUSRIGHTNOW
Somehow, the majority of the list made it into
OHMYGRACIOUSRIGHTNOW
Either I've been slackin', or I have too much to do.
*I know what you're thinking: "CRAFTS?" and how in the world could crafting possibly make it onto a MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-24869043470041603092011-03-10T12:28:00.000-06:002011-03-10T12:28:56.724-06:00Josh's Picture of the Week
I love how the wall casts pink over the entire photo
MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-87518722022117044962011-03-09T10:12:00.002-06:002011-03-09T10:14:07.779-06:00A SamplingHere is what I'm reading over Spring Break. Which is happening now.
Euripides, Moby Dick, Metamorphoses, Herodotus,
Selections of Thucydides, Aristote's Rhetoric, Pride and Prejudice, and Livy
So far I've made it through Herodotus, Livy, and Euripides. I'm currently working on Ovid.
I think a trip outside the house is in order. Somewhere away from the books.MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-39658701679164351562011-03-08T20:10:00.000-06:002011-03-08T20:10:48.545-06:00Tea ReadingsYesterday I had a conversation with a person during which I did not articulate myself very well. At all.
Today I went to apologize to said person.
They were very kind, and said they had understood me quite clearly despite my waverings in the conversation.
I came home and tried to read, but all I could do was contemplate the outline of my tea bag.
I'm afraid to ask how clearly they MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-22474001152893397322011-03-07T21:14:00.000-06:002011-03-07T21:14:09.855-06:00Cool Kid on CampusIn three days and some change the iPad 2 comes out.
I'm thinking white with a black leather thingy mabopper for the cover.
Happy Spring to me.MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-43010209639452330762011-03-05T20:46:00.000-06:002011-03-05T20:46:13.640-06:00Springtime on CampusMPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-18241518462653897272011-03-04T21:32:00.001-06:002011-03-04T21:32:33.716-06:00Anticipation of The Awkward SituationMy mother-in-law really loves animals. All kinds of animals. Josh and I have always joked that if we ever won the lottery (like, a huge one) then we'd buy her some land with a house and outfit the land with some cows, half a dozen dogs, all kinds of little rabbits and squirrels, and of course, a buffalo. Can't forget the buffalo.
Seeing as how we aren't going to win the lottery any time soon, MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-76051790062576811102011-03-03T20:55:00.000-06:002011-03-03T20:55:31.764-06:00Furniture BlasphemyWe got a West Elm catalog in the mail yesterday. On the cover is this dresser:
From the front
from the ever lovely side : The Lines! oh, THE LINES!
I've been wanting this dresser for JuJu's room ever since West Elm debuted it earlier in the season. I'd particularly like the six drawer version.
I hollered from the living room this evening, to the bed room, where Josh was that HEY! West Elm MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-19774458545989755342011-03-02T21:03:00.000-06:002011-03-02T21:03:04.764-06:00Josh's Picture of the Week
Behold, the Giant Lite Brite
MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-91321723100523439982011-03-01T11:25:00.000-06:002011-03-01T11:25:12.187-06:00ReadyWhen I need to get out of the house this is my new little haunt. Nothing fancy, just a little public park.
But it agrees with my flower beds where my bulbs are painstakingly sprouting. I think nature is aching for spring.
MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-58797792243578555872011-03-01T00:15:00.001-06:002011-03-03T23:58:16.945-06:00LiteralRemember when my mom graduated from Divinity School? Yeah, that was awesome.
Anyhow, she's a real powerhouse when it comes to obscure religious information.
Log that away.
I'm writing a paper on Hamlet. Have I mentioned that? I haven't? Odd, because it's practically turned my world upside down. If you go read my I Heart English essay, you'll know that I thought I knew a whole whole lot MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-85236859347662795912011-02-27T12:08:00.000-06:002011-02-27T12:08:09.196-06:00Little ThingsLittle things in life are the best ever, you know, when there are no big things happening.
like getting to sleep in
and
having a spectacularly lovely hair day
and
finding premium gasoline for $3.44
and
gaining entrance to the restricted finish line area for the Cowtown Marathon
and
watching the first Ultra Marathoner cross the finish line
and
knowing, that you didn't have to run an ultra MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-71368261999239135842011-02-24T08:09:00.002-06:002011-02-24T08:09:01.076-06:00Life as a MythologistOne of the classes I'm taking this semester is Myth Theory. So far it's been about as vague as it's title, albeit interesting.
There are some concrete things in myth though: take the Greek's creation of the gods for example.
We just had a quiz over it. I spent all day Monday taking pictures like this:
The Original Four : Chaos, Earth, Tartarus, & Eros.
Earth's first Children (unassisted MPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933732929347206927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140998802917889425.post-21921831691586669002011-02-23T20:08:00.000-06:002011-02-23T20:08:47.725-06:00Little Beginnings
Bitty cucumbers who are impatiently anticipating a bigger area to grow in
even bittier lettuces, all sorts. Some have reached the top of their makeshift greenhouse, and some (mostly the red lettuces) are just beginning to unfurl.
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