Now I Can Work!

Three weeks of school left. I have two papers to present this week, one final draft of a methods section to turn in, and one paper to just turn in. Next week, I have two papers due.

But it is ALLLLLL good. Why? you ask. Well, because I have been slowly working on these projects all semester (very slowly, to tell the truth) but the work load means nothing, it's the shirt that matters.

Through my last year at Weber and my two years of grad school at USU whenever I had a lot of work to do I would get cozy in my Brooklyn Roads sweatshirt and all would be well. The sweatshirt has been lost for the last week. PANIC! Mr. Eris found the shirt for me today, and now I am booking along! All is right in my academic world.

I'll be in touch after Thursday. Wish me luck!

Banana Clips Are Next

Dateline: Salt Lake City - UT

I was driving to school and saw a license plate that read:
2 LIGIT

I was driving home from school and heard the following on the radio:

Blame it on the rain, that was falling, falling;
Blame it on the stars that shine at night.
Whatever you do, don't put the blame on you,
Blame it on the rain...

Seriously? Is it 1992 and no one told me?

Dang-it-all

Today was Little Ms. Eris's birthday party. The big five. We had a raft of kids in our house to come pay homage to the tiny Goddess of Chaos. It was great - the Numismatist brought crepe paper and party favors - yes, she is a life saver.

Today was nice. Then, it happened. The Little Ms. and I were downstairs on the couch, getting ready to watch a movie and she asked to look at my wedding book. I said ok and she started going through the pages one at a time. After a couple of passes through, I noticed she stopped on the "parents" page a little longer than the rest. The next time through, she decided to name everyone in the pictures. Again, we stopped on the "parents" page. And now, the scene:

"Papa and Daddy."
"Grandma and Mommy."
"Nana and Daddy."
pause....pause....pause....
"Who is that?"
Uncomfortable silence.
"That's just someone who came to the wedding."
"Who is he?"
"That used to Mommy's dad. He's not around anymore."
"Did he die?"
"No, he just doesn't talk to Mommy."
"Maybe he just doesn't like you."

She may be on to something, there.

Civic Doody

It was voting day! Do you have your sticker? I do.

As I arrived at my polling place this evening I was greeted just outside the parking lot by people holding campaign signs. I approached them and asked if they were far enough away from the polling location. (I was further bothered by the fact that they were standing on the parking strip and sidewalk in front of an LDS church. Um, no politicking there, please.)

Their response? "We are standing where the guy who hired us told us to stand." They were campaigning for a city council candidate whose family name is on half the buildings in my town, has a street named after them, and basically owns the O.C. I dislike his candidacy for two reasons: first, if you have that much power in the town, do you really need to be on the city council? and second, he's basically a schill for the mayor (who I will be voting for, but I think you need dissenting voices).

So, this guy paid a company to hire people to hold campaign signs on election day. It looks like people totally support him, but really, he just bought some friends. Something smells here.

The Coolest Video I've Seen Lately

And here I've been wasting my time doing homework. Where are my priorities?

PS - Meemoo, I blame you and Mr. for even making me care enough to watch this (click on the title to see!).

Why Having 3 Kids is Awesome

My kitchen is now home to what is likely my body-weight in candy. I love it.

Make sure you visit Meemoo to see more proof of how much better a mother she is.