Wednesday, February 20, 2008

The Many Talents of the Little Ms.

Tonight while Little Mr. Eris and I read our chapters in HP5 Little Ms. Eris decided to do my hair. This is always an adventure. It started with every headband she owns being snapped onto my head (forehead, too, very Solid Gold) and ended with this:

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Six-Word Memoirs

A couple of weeks ago I heard a story on NPR (yes, I know, Nerd!) about six-word memoirs. They issued a challenge to listeners to write their own. Some were great, moving, sweet, funny, etc. I have been working on mine for a while and, while I am sure it will change (suggestions are welcome), this is it:

"Living for family that loves back"

Share yours.

PS - Dad, thanks for the books. I've been grinning and on the verge of tears over this fun, new collection all day. Can't wait to crack them!

Monday, February 18, 2008

Meemoo Rocks!

I shared the puking in the car memory on your blog, Meemoo, but I wanted to make sure I shared something nicer: I'm glad we kidnapped you and Mitchell in 2001 for a trip to S.M. (the photo is from your first trip to my house!) and I am so grateful for your friendship, and the fact that you and I both married big studly, geeks, so we could do things like:
- stay up all night talking the first night we met Matt;
- pull an all-night drive and go to a Broncos game;
- watch comic-book themed movies;
- play in Disneyland with my mom, and stay at your parents' house (why did they move?!);
- abuse my shoe discount;
- do scrapbooks with your sister (while Clay walked around shirtless);
- buy a red rug in Greely.

You're the best - Happy Birthday!

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Another One?

Pray for the people at Northern Illinois University.

Fortunately, I teach in a state that forces the university to allow guns on campus. So, it's all going to be fine.

Pride Schmide

The guy next to me on the TRAX platform threw four pennies, one at a time, on the tracks.

I immediately jumped in and picked them up.

Thursday, February 07, 2008

And Then He Goes and Does Something Like That

Today was Wednesday (NO. There will be no Super Tuesday post - visit the Duchess for that). On Wednesdays I stay home all day. It rocks. On this Wednesday, I spent the day cleaning all the "Little" rooms.

Little Mr. Eris lives in the basement where he enjoys a fair amount of freedom. I get down there once every couple of weeks to yell at him for a messy room. Today I skipped the middle man and just cleaned it myself. I wasn't too mad, because he had just cleaned it a couple of days ago. So I started going through all the little papers and scraps (and a kabillion candy wrappers... glad we're paying for those braces just so his teeth can rot) and I found a TRAX ticket on his desk.

The TRAX ticket was from September 12, 2007 - the day he came to school with me and went to one of my classes. We rode the train, ate some lunch, went to class and had a great time.

The kid saved the TRAX ticket. Sweet Oden's Rave, I love him.

PS - Numismatist, this story is not aimed at you...

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Eris: Frontier Woman

Last night as I left school I walked on the sidewalk in the dark (apparently, in an effort to "Be Green" the U has decided that lighting along the sidewalks is unnecessary) I chatted with Mr. Eris on the phone. I was concentrating on the ground, hoping to not slip on some ice. I looked up.

Three deer were standing on the sidewalk in front of me. They were staring at me. I stopped and asked, "What do I do here? I know they can't rip out my jugular, but they don't appear to be scared of me...."

As Mr. Eris told me to "just keep walking, they'll move." I noticed two more deer just off the sidewalk, coming toward the three already in front of me, all of them looking at me.

I froze. "Um, now there are five and I don't think I can take them in a fight." Mr. Eris mocked. I took a couple of steps backward and noticed that there were three more deer just off the other side of the walk.

For those of you doing the math, that's EIGHT DEER confronting me on sidewalk. What are they, in a gang? Am I about to be jumped in?

I turned around and took the long way to the TRAX station. They made me miss my train.