Call Me Holland Petalpockets

The Psych Nickname Generator. I love it almost as much as I love the show.



Googamus, I expect to see yours ASAP.

Bragging.

A few weeks ago I submitted a paper to a conference for my first time ever. The deadline for submission was 3:00. At 2:45 I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth and hit the send button before I could change my mind (because the paper wasn't perfect). I just got an email that I will be presenting said paper at the conference on March 13.

I am so excited! I have never dared submit anything before so I picked something local, but a conference is a conference and it will look so pretty on my CV. For those of you dying to know, the title of the paper is:

Social Construction of the Energy Independence and Security Act of 2007:

A narrative analysis.

Yay. Today I feel brave and smart.

When The Hell Did That Happen?

My kids are growing up. Without giving you any details, let's just say that the computer is locked for any websites that I have not pre-approved and I have to be careful what I look at when I clean kids' rooms.

Massive Headwound Harry

I used to love the Saturday Night Live skit where the guy had a big, gaping, bloody headwound and walked around like nothing was wrong. It was so funny. Well, meet the Little Ms. Erises, who have just demonstrated the Second Principle of Eris's Law, which states:

"A Little Eris will never experience a major illness or injury without the accompaniment of a second Little Eris."

So, from left to right we have Littlest Ms. Eris who decided last night that she could run through walls. Yes, that's through walls. One bloody, bruised and very likely broken nose later, she is once again a slave to the law of physics.

To her right we have Little Ms. Eris who valiantly fought the playground using only her forehead today. The playground won and she came home with a nice gooseegg and scraped up brain bucket.

Little Mr. Eris starts real-life Boy Scouts tonight. Maybe one of those big kids will crack him in the jaw and I'll have a complete set!

Someone Check the Back of My Neck for the Scar

Last night I made banana bread. I baked for no purpose, other than I felt the need to bake.

It is obvious that someone has implanted a chip in my body and that that chip is making me behave strangely. This is the only reasonable explanation.