I actually do have something to post. I am sitting here at work, and not getting anything done by the way, and all I can think about is the fact that Spring Break starts in TWO DAYS! I haven’t felt this great about a break from school in, well, ever. I have never looked so forward to several days without homework in my life.
And to top it all off, I’m spending Friday through Monday with your favorite girls and mine: Estee and Mel! We’re having a mini-girls reunion, Northeast style. I have no idea what we will do – Mel threw out the idea of seeing a Broadway show, Estee threw out the idea of Netflix, and then Mel returned with the idea of an all-Harry-Potter weekend (something about having the hots for some underage kid named Daniel Radcliffe). Everything is good by me, so long as there is not one ounce of schoolwork in the whole deal. That, and I must be allowed to seriously fondle the jingle-cat, Motik – my only requirement.
So maybe by Monday I’ll have some new pics to post and maybe, just maybe, I’ll have a life to discuss. In the meantime, however, it’s back to that old grindstone with a midterm due for Program Evaluation and a bunch of reading to cram into my brain.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Because my life is so boring (thanks grad school) that I have nothing else of substance to post
Another quiz, yoinked from Rob, but modified a little by me…
1. Do you consider yourself a "grown up" at this point?
Sometimes, but it's tough to wrap my mind around that concept. I probably feel it most when I get sick and my mom isn't there to make me papaling soup, bring me some ginger ale, and force me to lay on the couch in front of the t.v. all day while she cleans up the house around me. Now, when I'm sick, I either take care of all of that myself or it doesn't get done – so I usually opt not to be sick.
2. Where were you on September 11?
I was working at my first post-undergrad job, which was an extenuation of my student work study job at the University of Pennsylvania Archives http://www.archives.upenn.edu. My boyfriend at the time called me at the office to let me know what was happening – it didn't even look real.
3. If you went to college, do you think it was worth it?
I wouldn't exchange my college experience for anything – that is where I met the greatest people on earth and really learned a lot of things about myself. I could wish for a higher GPA and less student loan debt, but the friends and experiences more than make up for that.
4. What did you drink on your 21st birthday (or at any related celebrations)?
Oh my, I vaguely remember Michelle and Ally wrenching my head back and forcing me to consume a "blowjob" shot – the glass it was served in was far too big for my mouth… The drinks for the rest of the evening are blurred.
5. What do you remember most about High School graduation?
Wow, taking me back. Two things: a) I remember that the song I had hoped would be our class song was reneged at the last minute (despite the democratic vote) by our chorus teacher and a handful of the "popular" girls in our class – so now instead of the Beatles "In My Life," the sound of sixty tone-deaf high school students attempting to hit the high notes in Whitney Houston's "One Moment in Time" will forever haunt me; and b) I gave the valedictory address and changed a few things last minute so some of my friends could get a shout-out – then I had the privilege of helping hand out the diplomas. That was pretty cool.
6. Do you keep in touch with friends from High School (stalking on Facebook or MySpace doesn't count)?
This would nearly be an incontrovertible "no," except that I am the fairy godmother to my dear Christy's first-born, one Ms. Sarol Madison, and I do my best to send my love to Christy's twin sister, April, who spent some time running in circles with me as members of the track team. I should also take a moment to give yet another shout-out to my gal, Petes (What up, P?), who is so generous to remember me and send me little notes every once in a while.
7. Are you any good at texting, or do you prefer a good old-fashioned phone call?
I don't text, and I hate talking on the phone. I have to reconcile myself to it because many of my closest friends are scattered to the four winds, but it is a painful, torturous procedure. I've said it before and I'll say it again, just why can't we all live in the same building so I can pad over to your places in my PJs???
8. How old were you when you got your first cell phone?
Twenty-one? Shoot, I don't know.
9. Best Apple IIe game: Oregon Trail or Number Munchers?
What the heck is IIe?
10. Who was your favorite member of New Kids on the Block?
I'm not gonna lie, it was Jordan. And I even went to their New Year's Eve concert because my mom is the rockingest and gave me tickets for Christmas.
11. How many friends do you have on Facebook/MySpace?
I haven't a clue. I don't have time for networking sites. I never signed up for MySpace, and I just added myself to Facebook in January because I heard that my old Pookah could be seen there – but I've been really negligent since.
12. How many of those "friends" do you actually know?
Any friends that I actually have on Facebook are people I actually know – the bulk of them are friends of mine from my undergrad days.
13. Do you have a job?
If only to pay for the mortgage, groceries and gas for Bubba (yes, my Jeep has a name).
14. Do you contribute to a 401(k)?
Yes, two of them in fact. The 401(k) at work, and the IRA through my financial institution.
15. Relationship status?
I'm as good as married, but not even engaged. Anthony and I are going on four years now (not quite up to the years racked up by Nishchay and Roxanne, Martha and Brian, KT and JD, or even Nicole and Hans, but pretty significant no less).
16. How often are you in contact with your parents?
Da' Momma and I are in contact every couple of weeks – it would be every day if she didn't think that she was irritating me – and I haven't had any meaningful contact with my dad, other than a forced reunion at da' Momma's hands which resulted in nothing, since shortly after graduating from college in 2001.
17. When you really think about it, does the fact that you are 30 (or close to it) blow your mind?
No.
18. Do you remember what a hanging chad is?
I never knew what the hell that means.
19. Did you vote in 2004?
Yes – how could I not when I was working for a nonprofit that built its reputation on being an election watchdog group?
20. Do you still live in the town that you grew up in?
Not even close. I live in DC, which is a significant distance from Clinton, MA.
21. What is your favorite 90's era Disney movie?
That really narrows it down to Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, and The Little Mermaid for me, none of which I'm content with singling out.
22. MC Hammer or Vanilla Ice?
"Can't Touch This" vs. "Ice Ice Baby"? Is it even fair to ask this question?
23. Did anything in your life turn out the way you thought it would by this point?
No, but nothing good ever does.
24. Are any of your friends married?
Yup – Nicole, Yael, Aurit, Christy, Tyler & Saleah, Katie (What up P?), Katy… And there's more to come – Nishbutt, Jeff, Martha…
25. Do any of your friends have kids?
Yes! – Yael, Christy, Tyler and Saleah, and April have have little chub-chubs. And I STILL don’t know what the hell to do when faced with an infant (the first thought is usually “Run!”).
26. How about your siblings (if you have any)?
Nah, Dan is still living the life of a single, tattoo-ed, overworked bachelor. Any of you females free up there in MA?
27. During your quarter century (+3.5!) on Earth, what is the coolest place that you have visited?
I have been privileged to travel quite a bit, but I’d have to say my favorite place to go was the Grand Canyon – you can’t beat rafting down the Colorado…
28. Did you play an instrument in high school?
Nope, only in middle school. And if you must know, I started on the flute, worked up through the clarinet, and ended on the piano.
29. Do you still play that instrument?
Nah, I leave the music to the people with talent.
30. What was your first email address?
Something or other @aol.com.
31. How many Troll Dolls did you have?
ZERO. Even then I thought they were kind of stupid – kind of like the pet rock of the 90s.
32. Sesame Street or Mr. Rogers?
I never had to make the choice – I watched them both!
33. Who was your favorite Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle?
Was there really a difference?
34. Who was your favorite Spice Girl?
If I had a gun to my head, and had to choose one over the rest, I’d say Scary Spice. For two reasons: 1) Her hair in the good ol’ days rocked, and 2) She was on Dancing with the Stars, one of the few shows I DVR. LOVE IT! (Although I didn’t much care for their music – “If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends…”????)
35. Are your grandparents still around?
Still kickin’ it old school: I have one grandmother and 2 grandfathers (one of which isn’t technically my grandfather – he was my Nonnie’s 4th husband and the only Grampie I ever knew).
36. Favorite book that you had to read for school?
Back in the day it was probably Lord of the Flies. But I will read almost anything.
37. Any old person aches and pains yet?
Absolutely – something about having a herniated disc a little over a year ago really put a kink in things.
38. Can you still do the Macarena?
No, never could, but I bet Mel can.
39. Did you believe in the Y2K hype?
At the time, I was working for a chemicals company helping them get their computer system Y2K ready – so sure, why the hell not?
40. What is the oldest article of clothing that you still wear?
I have a suit that’s about six years old – but generally speaking, I don’t keep old clothes. I am often giving things away to Martha’s Table or to my little sister. It’s called “recycling.”
41. Have you been brainwashed by Apple and purchased an iPod?
I love that one necessarily leads to the other…but dogmatic quibbles aside, yes, I purchased one, but no, it wasn’t for me. I had an old I-River MP3 player up until a few weeks ago, when someone actually stole it from the gym. I can’t believe anyone would take it since it was basically held together with a piece of Scotch tape.
42. How many times did you see Titanic?
I saw it twice in the theatre, and the last half or so at least once on t.v.
43. Do you think you'll have kids before you are 30?
That’s relatively unlikely. I turn 29 this year and I am not yet married – it’d be tough to crank out multiple kids in a year and a half, plus get married first so they’re not traumatized by the fact that mommy and daddy conceived before becoming hitched.
44. Are you the youngest person at your job?
It depends on how you look at it. Of the twelve contractors, I’m the youngest by a few months. Including all the government employees that work in the office too, I am older than a number of them.
45. When did you start your Blog? Who introduced you to it?
I don’t remember how I got introduced to all things Blogkind, but I have been writing on here since October 16, 2002.
46. How many Blog entries have you made since then?
Only 326 – I’m not a very prolific writer. That makes it approximately 65 posts per year.
47. If you could be any age, what would it be and why?
This is a really dumb question. I have no reason to wish to be anywhere or anytime else than I am right now. I am where I am supposed to be.
48. Caffeine of choice: Coffee or Soda?
I am in the process of kicking the caffeine to the corner. I don’t drink coffee anymore (except the occasional post-dinner cappuccino) and I only drink soda when I’m sick (da bubbles!). So that means that my real vice is tea.
49. What teacher has had the greatest influence on you?
Hands down, Mrs. O’Connell, 3rd grade. She was so encouraging.
50. What do you think is your greatest accomplishment in life thus far?
Does “making it thus far” count?
1. Do you consider yourself a "grown up" at this point?
Sometimes, but it's tough to wrap my mind around that concept. I probably feel it most when I get sick and my mom isn't there to make me papaling soup, bring me some ginger ale, and force me to lay on the couch in front of the t.v. all day while she cleans up the house around me. Now, when I'm sick, I either take care of all of that myself or it doesn't get done – so I usually opt not to be sick.
2. Where were you on September 11?
I was working at my first post-undergrad job, which was an extenuation of my student work study job at the University of Pennsylvania Archives http://www.archives.upenn.edu. My boyfriend at the time called me at the office to let me know what was happening – it didn't even look real.
3. If you went to college, do you think it was worth it?
I wouldn't exchange my college experience for anything – that is where I met the greatest people on earth and really learned a lot of things about myself. I could wish for a higher GPA and less student loan debt, but the friends and experiences more than make up for that.
4. What did you drink on your 21st birthday (or at any related celebrations)?
Oh my, I vaguely remember Michelle and Ally wrenching my head back and forcing me to consume a "blowjob" shot – the glass it was served in was far too big for my mouth… The drinks for the rest of the evening are blurred.
5. What do you remember most about High School graduation?
Wow, taking me back. Two things: a) I remember that the song I had hoped would be our class song was reneged at the last minute (despite the democratic vote) by our chorus teacher and a handful of the "popular" girls in our class – so now instead of the Beatles "In My Life," the sound of sixty tone-deaf high school students attempting to hit the high notes in Whitney Houston's "One Moment in Time" will forever haunt me; and b) I gave the valedictory address and changed a few things last minute so some of my friends could get a shout-out – then I had the privilege of helping hand out the diplomas. That was pretty cool.
6. Do you keep in touch with friends from High School (stalking on Facebook or MySpace doesn't count)?
This would nearly be an incontrovertible "no," except that I am the fairy godmother to my dear Christy's first-born, one Ms. Sarol Madison, and I do my best to send my love to Christy's twin sister, April, who spent some time running in circles with me as members of the track team. I should also take a moment to give yet another shout-out to my gal, Petes (What up, P?), who is so generous to remember me and send me little notes every once in a while.
7. Are you any good at texting, or do you prefer a good old-fashioned phone call?
I don't text, and I hate talking on the phone. I have to reconcile myself to it because many of my closest friends are scattered to the four winds, but it is a painful, torturous procedure. I've said it before and I'll say it again, just why can't we all live in the same building so I can pad over to your places in my PJs???
8. How old were you when you got your first cell phone?
Twenty-one? Shoot, I don't know.
9. Best Apple IIe game: Oregon Trail or Number Munchers?
What the heck is IIe?
10. Who was your favorite member of New Kids on the Block?
I'm not gonna lie, it was Jordan. And I even went to their New Year's Eve concert because my mom is the rockingest and gave me tickets for Christmas.
11. How many friends do you have on Facebook/MySpace?
I haven't a clue. I don't have time for networking sites. I never signed up for MySpace, and I just added myself to Facebook in January because I heard that my old Pookah could be seen there – but I've been really negligent since.
12. How many of those "friends" do you actually know?
Any friends that I actually have on Facebook are people I actually know – the bulk of them are friends of mine from my undergrad days.
13. Do you have a job?
If only to pay for the mortgage, groceries and gas for Bubba (yes, my Jeep has a name).
14. Do you contribute to a 401(k)?
Yes, two of them in fact. The 401(k) at work, and the IRA through my financial institution.
15. Relationship status?
I'm as good as married, but not even engaged. Anthony and I are going on four years now (not quite up to the years racked up by Nishchay and Roxanne, Martha and Brian, KT and JD, or even Nicole and Hans, but pretty significant no less).
16. How often are you in contact with your parents?
Da' Momma and I are in contact every couple of weeks – it would be every day if she didn't think that she was irritating me – and I haven't had any meaningful contact with my dad, other than a forced reunion at da' Momma's hands which resulted in nothing, since shortly after graduating from college in 2001.
17. When you really think about it, does the fact that you are 30 (or close to it) blow your mind?
No.
18. Do you remember what a hanging chad is?
I never knew what the hell that means.
19. Did you vote in 2004?
Yes – how could I not when I was working for a nonprofit that built its reputation on being an election watchdog group?
20. Do you still live in the town that you grew up in?
Not even close. I live in DC, which is a significant distance from Clinton, MA.
21. What is your favorite 90's era Disney movie?
That really narrows it down to Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, and The Little Mermaid for me, none of which I'm content with singling out.
22. MC Hammer or Vanilla Ice?
"Can't Touch This" vs. "Ice Ice Baby"? Is it even fair to ask this question?
23. Did anything in your life turn out the way you thought it would by this point?
No, but nothing good ever does.
24. Are any of your friends married?
Yup – Nicole, Yael, Aurit, Christy, Tyler & Saleah, Katie (What up P?), Katy… And there's more to come – Nishbutt, Jeff, Martha…
25. Do any of your friends have kids?
Yes! – Yael, Christy, Tyler and Saleah, and April have have little chub-chubs. And I STILL don’t know what the hell to do when faced with an infant (the first thought is usually “Run!”).
26. How about your siblings (if you have any)?
Nah, Dan is still living the life of a single, tattoo-ed, overworked bachelor. Any of you females free up there in MA?
27. During your quarter century (+3.5!) on Earth, what is the coolest place that you have visited?
I have been privileged to travel quite a bit, but I’d have to say my favorite place to go was the Grand Canyon – you can’t beat rafting down the Colorado…
28. Did you play an instrument in high school?
Nope, only in middle school. And if you must know, I started on the flute, worked up through the clarinet, and ended on the piano.
29. Do you still play that instrument?
Nah, I leave the music to the people with talent.
30. What was your first email address?
Something or other @aol.com.
31. How many Troll Dolls did you have?
ZERO. Even then I thought they were kind of stupid – kind of like the pet rock of the 90s.
32. Sesame Street or Mr. Rogers?
I never had to make the choice – I watched them both!
33. Who was your favorite Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle?
Was there really a difference?
34. Who was your favorite Spice Girl?
If I had a gun to my head, and had to choose one over the rest, I’d say Scary Spice. For two reasons: 1) Her hair in the good ol’ days rocked, and 2) She was on Dancing with the Stars, one of the few shows I DVR. LOVE IT! (Although I didn’t much care for their music – “If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends…”????)
35. Are your grandparents still around?
Still kickin’ it old school: I have one grandmother and 2 grandfathers (one of which isn’t technically my grandfather – he was my Nonnie’s 4th husband and the only Grampie I ever knew).
36. Favorite book that you had to read for school?
Back in the day it was probably Lord of the Flies. But I will read almost anything.
37. Any old person aches and pains yet?
Absolutely – something about having a herniated disc a little over a year ago really put a kink in things.
38. Can you still do the Macarena?
No, never could, but I bet Mel can.
39. Did you believe in the Y2K hype?
At the time, I was working for a chemicals company helping them get their computer system Y2K ready – so sure, why the hell not?
40. What is the oldest article of clothing that you still wear?
I have a suit that’s about six years old – but generally speaking, I don’t keep old clothes. I am often giving things away to Martha’s Table or to my little sister. It’s called “recycling.”
41. Have you been brainwashed by Apple and purchased an iPod?
I love that one necessarily leads to the other…but dogmatic quibbles aside, yes, I purchased one, but no, it wasn’t for me. I had an old I-River MP3 player up until a few weeks ago, when someone actually stole it from the gym. I can’t believe anyone would take it since it was basically held together with a piece of Scotch tape.
42. How many times did you see Titanic?
I saw it twice in the theatre, and the last half or so at least once on t.v.
43. Do you think you'll have kids before you are 30?
That’s relatively unlikely. I turn 29 this year and I am not yet married – it’d be tough to crank out multiple kids in a year and a half, plus get married first so they’re not traumatized by the fact that mommy and daddy conceived before becoming hitched.
44. Are you the youngest person at your job?
It depends on how you look at it. Of the twelve contractors, I’m the youngest by a few months. Including all the government employees that work in the office too, I am older than a number of them.
45. When did you start your Blog? Who introduced you to it?
I don’t remember how I got introduced to all things Blogkind, but I have been writing on here since October 16, 2002.
46. How many Blog entries have you made since then?
Only 326 – I’m not a very prolific writer. That makes it approximately 65 posts per year.
47. If you could be any age, what would it be and why?
This is a really dumb question. I have no reason to wish to be anywhere or anytime else than I am right now. I am where I am supposed to be.
48. Caffeine of choice: Coffee or Soda?
I am in the process of kicking the caffeine to the corner. I don’t drink coffee anymore (except the occasional post-dinner cappuccino) and I only drink soda when I’m sick (da bubbles!). So that means that my real vice is tea.
49. What teacher has had the greatest influence on you?
Hands down, Mrs. O’Connell, 3rd grade. She was so encouraging.
50. What do you think is your greatest accomplishment in life thus far?
Does “making it thus far” count?
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Another way to see if you read my blog
Yoinked from Rob , as per usual.
1. Pick 10 of your favorite movies. (I cheated and picked 14)
2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.
3. Post them here for everyone to guess.
4. Fill in the film title once it's guessed.
5. NO GOOGLING/using IMDb search functions
1. Let me explain it to you. Mitchell's the man. I'm the idiot. You're the screw-up. And we're all losers. Welcome to music town. Empire Records, guessed by Martha.
2. Welton Academy, hello. Yes he is, hold on. Mr. Nolan, it's for you. It's God. He says we should have girls at Welton. Dead Poets Society, guessed by Martha.
3. Still, a girl likes to be crossed in love now and then. It gives her something to think of... and a sort of distinction amongst her companions. Pride and Prejudice, as guessed by Christy.
4. Hold it! Let's see some credentials. SLOWLY. You're a Chewley's Gum Representative? And you're what? Stirring up all this anti-smoking sentiment to sell more gum? GET OUT OF HERE! And you people, don't you have jobs to go to? Get out of here, go commute! Bunch of easily-led automatons. Try thinking for yourselves before you pelt an innocent man with cigarettes! Clerks, as guessed by Yael.
5. I wanted to see exotic Vietnam... the crown jewel of Southeast Asia. I wanted to meet interesting and stimulating people of an ancient culture... and kill them. I wanted to be the first kid on my block to get a confirmed kill!
6. I belonged to a new underclass, no longer determined by social status or the color of your skin. No, we now have discrimination down to a science. Gattaca, as guessed by Estee.
7. Sometimes I got so bored of trying to touch her breast that I would try to touch her between her legs. It was like trying to borrow a dollar, getting turned down, and asking for 50 grand instead. High Fidelity, as guessed by Yael.
8. Go and boil your bottoms, you sons of silly persons! Monty Python and the Holy Grail, as guessed by Yael.
9. It's not just about me and my dream of doing nothing. It's about all of us. I don't know what happened to me at that hypnotherapist and, I don't know, maybe it was just shock and it's wearing off now, but when I saw that fat man keel over and die - Michael, we don't have a lot of time on this earth! We weren't meant to spend it this way. Human beings were not meant to sit in little cubicles staring at computer screens all day, filling out useless forms and listening to eight different bosses drone on about about mission statements. Office Space, guessed by Martha.
10. Well, um, actually a pretty nice little Saturday, we're going to go to Home Depot. Yeah, buy some wallpaper, maybe get some flooring, stuff like that. Maybe Bed, Bath, & Beyond, I don't know, I don't know if we'll have enough time. Old School, guessed by El Gordo (come on guys, I can't believe it took this long for you to get this one - it's a classic!)
11. Well hoity-toity Mr. God-Like Smarty Pants. The Muppet Christmas Carol, guessed by Christy (nice one!)
12. I thought all writers drank to excess and beat their wives. You know one time I secretly wanted to be a writer.
13. I think we've all arrived at a very special place. Spiritually, ecumenically, grammatically.
14. No, dwarves retire early. Common fact.
1. Pick 10 of your favorite movies. (I cheated and picked 14)
2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.
3. Post them here for everyone to guess.
4. Fill in the film title once it's guessed.
5. NO GOOGLING/using IMDb search functions
1. Let me explain it to you. Mitchell's the man. I'm the idiot. You're the screw-up. And we're all losers. Welcome to music town. Empire Records, guessed by Martha.
2. Welton Academy, hello. Yes he is, hold on. Mr. Nolan, it's for you. It's God. He says we should have girls at Welton. Dead Poets Society, guessed by Martha.
3. Still, a girl likes to be crossed in love now and then. It gives her something to think of... and a sort of distinction amongst her companions. Pride and Prejudice, as guessed by Christy.
4. Hold it! Let's see some credentials. SLOWLY. You're a Chewley's Gum Representative? And you're what? Stirring up all this anti-smoking sentiment to sell more gum? GET OUT OF HERE! And you people, don't you have jobs to go to? Get out of here, go commute! Bunch of easily-led automatons. Try thinking for yourselves before you pelt an innocent man with cigarettes! Clerks, as guessed by Yael.
5. I wanted to see exotic Vietnam... the crown jewel of Southeast Asia. I wanted to meet interesting and stimulating people of an ancient culture... and kill them. I wanted to be the first kid on my block to get a confirmed kill!
6. I belonged to a new underclass, no longer determined by social status or the color of your skin. No, we now have discrimination down to a science. Gattaca, as guessed by Estee.
7. Sometimes I got so bored of trying to touch her breast that I would try to touch her between her legs. It was like trying to borrow a dollar, getting turned down, and asking for 50 grand instead. High Fidelity, as guessed by Yael.
8. Go and boil your bottoms, you sons of silly persons! Monty Python and the Holy Grail, as guessed by Yael.
9. It's not just about me and my dream of doing nothing. It's about all of us. I don't know what happened to me at that hypnotherapist and, I don't know, maybe it was just shock and it's wearing off now, but when I saw that fat man keel over and die - Michael, we don't have a lot of time on this earth! We weren't meant to spend it this way. Human beings were not meant to sit in little cubicles staring at computer screens all day, filling out useless forms and listening to eight different bosses drone on about about mission statements. Office Space, guessed by Martha.
10. Well, um, actually a pretty nice little Saturday, we're going to go to Home Depot. Yeah, buy some wallpaper, maybe get some flooring, stuff like that. Maybe Bed, Bath, & Beyond, I don't know, I don't know if we'll have enough time. Old School, guessed by El Gordo (come on guys, I can't believe it took this long for you to get this one - it's a classic!)
11. Well hoity-toity Mr. God-Like Smarty Pants. The Muppet Christmas Carol, guessed by Christy (nice one!)
12. I thought all writers drank to excess and beat their wives. You know one time I secretly wanted to be a writer.
13. I think we've all arrived at a very special place. Spiritually, ecumenically, grammatically.
14. No, dwarves retire early. Common fact.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
May old acquaintance be forgot...
I think I mentioned several times in the past month or so that I would update you on things. In my defense, each day that passes makes me one day older, and, (here’s the important part, folks) therefore that much more mentally impaired. In other words, I forget things. Lots and lots of things.
For example, last night I showed up to class and totally forgot to write up a research paper proposal. Which was due last night, by the way.
So yeah, I forgot to update you all on a few things. I don’t believe I told you how much I did not enjoy Sweeney Todd, nor did I mention how totally rockin’ my Tuscan Pot Roast turned out for that dinner party (my first pot roast ever and the fans, they went wild!), and I think I may even have left out the fact that I attended Andrew’s Non-Profit Fund Silent Auction on Saturday night and went through a whole gamut of emotions. First, I was hungry, but Andrew took care of that by having the whole event catered. I stuffed everything I laid eyes on into my maw and then some – I think I finally stopped when I realized that, no matter how many crumbs had fallen, tablecloths do not taste good.
There were sweet potato fries, macaroni and cheese, quesadillas (both chicken and veggie), tortilla chips and salsa/guac/sour cream, beef on a stick, chicken on a stick, roast beast sandwiches, focacia with plum tomatoes and mozzarella, chocolate chip cookies, some desert that looked like chocolate moose in a chocolate cup topped with chocolate and more chocolate…
Needless to say, I finally quenched the hunger demons and was able to more rationally review the items up for auction. And while I would have really loved that round of low stakes poker with Professor So-and-So, or that dinner out with the Dean, I had my heart set on that “Date with Andrew McLaughlin.” So I gathered my ones and my pom-poms and prepared myself to scream like a twenty-one year old virgin at her first sighting of the Beatles.
Have I hyped the event enough? Because it was awesomeness personified. Until the emcees ran over on time and the staff at the Clarendon Ballroom threatened to turn off the mic. What that meant for me is that the “Property of Andrew McLovin” tattoo I had inked on my ass that afternoon would never see the light of day because they skipped four live auction items in favor of auctioning off the real crowd pleaser: an African safari. My hopes and my dreams at that moment can be described in a word: crushed.
So my deflated pom-poms and I gave Andrew a big hug, expressed our sympathy for Andrew not being able to glory in the adulation of all those MBA women fighting over his hot business school bod, and dragged our feet to the door.
As an aside, Andrew is now the proud owner of a night of low-stakes poker with Professor So-and-So and seven of his closest friends. For the low-low price of $900. So if you live in the DC Metropolitan area, have an interest in poker, and have an extra $100 to help a young Irishman out, Andrew is more than happy to hear from you.
This weekend wasn’t only about undressing Andrew in my mind, though. I also hosted a pre-Valentine’s Day celebration with the girls. We had candy, Pirate’s Booty, tofu and hearts of palm salad, scones, tea, brownies, cheese and crackers, soda, tortilla chips and salsa…and most importantly, Colin Firth. Yes, for five hours, we soaked in all the Pride and Prejudice five women can be expected to endure. There were highs, there were lows, and I don’t believe I can ever convince Marilyn to watch that movie again. It was pretty awesome.
There were also three days lost to balancing Anthony’s checkbook and preparing our tax documents for the accountant. I don’t even want to talk about it so let’s not go there, ‘kay?
I really want to say that it was the most extraordinary weekend I’ve ever had, and while I was ever so happy to see so many familiar faces, it really ruined me academically and I am spending another frenetic week just barely scraping by in class. So, in the spirit of some of Jane Austen’s most classic heroines, I resolve to be less frivolous, more hard-working, and a lot less spontaneous. This next weekend will entirely be devoted to school (What was that I heard? I believe it sounded like a dying rabbit, but it almost reminded me of Anthony railing at the heavens…)
For example, last night I showed up to class and totally forgot to write up a research paper proposal. Which was due last night, by the way.
So yeah, I forgot to update you all on a few things. I don’t believe I told you how much I did not enjoy Sweeney Todd, nor did I mention how totally rockin’ my Tuscan Pot Roast turned out for that dinner party (my first pot roast ever and the fans, they went wild!), and I think I may even have left out the fact that I attended Andrew’s Non-Profit Fund Silent Auction on Saturday night and went through a whole gamut of emotions. First, I was hungry, but Andrew took care of that by having the whole event catered. I stuffed everything I laid eyes on into my maw and then some – I think I finally stopped when I realized that, no matter how many crumbs had fallen, tablecloths do not taste good.
There were sweet potato fries, macaroni and cheese, quesadillas (both chicken and veggie), tortilla chips and salsa/guac/sour cream, beef on a stick, chicken on a stick, roast beast sandwiches, focacia with plum tomatoes and mozzarella, chocolate chip cookies, some desert that looked like chocolate moose in a chocolate cup topped with chocolate and more chocolate…
Needless to say, I finally quenched the hunger demons and was able to more rationally review the items up for auction. And while I would have really loved that round of low stakes poker with Professor So-and-So, or that dinner out with the Dean, I had my heart set on that “Date with Andrew McLaughlin.” So I gathered my ones and my pom-poms and prepared myself to scream like a twenty-one year old virgin at her first sighting of the Beatles.
Have I hyped the event enough? Because it was awesomeness personified. Until the emcees ran over on time and the staff at the Clarendon Ballroom threatened to turn off the mic. What that meant for me is that the “Property of Andrew McLovin” tattoo I had inked on my ass that afternoon would never see the light of day because they skipped four live auction items in favor of auctioning off the real crowd pleaser: an African safari. My hopes and my dreams at that moment can be described in a word: crushed.
So my deflated pom-poms and I gave Andrew a big hug, expressed our sympathy for Andrew not being able to glory in the adulation of all those MBA women fighting over his hot business school bod, and dragged our feet to the door.
As an aside, Andrew is now the proud owner of a night of low-stakes poker with Professor So-and-So and seven of his closest friends. For the low-low price of $900. So if you live in the DC Metropolitan area, have an interest in poker, and have an extra $100 to help a young Irishman out, Andrew is more than happy to hear from you.
This weekend wasn’t only about undressing Andrew in my mind, though. I also hosted a pre-Valentine’s Day celebration with the girls. We had candy, Pirate’s Booty, tofu and hearts of palm salad, scones, tea, brownies, cheese and crackers, soda, tortilla chips and salsa…and most importantly, Colin Firth. Yes, for five hours, we soaked in all the Pride and Prejudice five women can be expected to endure. There were highs, there were lows, and I don’t believe I can ever convince Marilyn to watch that movie again. It was pretty awesome.
There were also three days lost to balancing Anthony’s checkbook and preparing our tax documents for the accountant. I don’t even want to talk about it so let’s not go there, ‘kay?
I really want to say that it was the most extraordinary weekend I’ve ever had, and while I was ever so happy to see so many familiar faces, it really ruined me academically and I am spending another frenetic week just barely scraping by in class. So, in the spirit of some of Jane Austen’s most classic heroines, I resolve to be less frivolous, more hard-working, and a lot less spontaneous. This next weekend will entirely be devoted to school (What was that I heard? I believe it sounded like a dying rabbit, but it almost reminded me of Anthony railing at the heavens…)
Monday, February 11, 2008
The adult version of Madlibs
I AM.
I WANT so much out of life, including a house with a yard and a kitchen in which both Anthony and I can cook – at the same time, a career I love, an income with which I can support my family, and enough cash to travel the world in style.
I WISH I had a miniature pig to cuddle.
I HATE DC cabbies. Only DC cabbies. What the hell is their problem?
I MISS my family and friends – why can’t we all live in the same town/city?
I FEAR dying before I figure out what I want to be when I grow up.
I HEAR voices in my head telling me to avoid my homework.
I WONDER if every time a bell rings, an angel really gets his wings.
I REGRET former acts of rashness and anger.
I DANCE when no one is looking.
I SING for myself, but much less than I used to.
I CRY during commercials, movies – I’m welling up even now.
I MAKE WITH MY HANDS scrapbooks, when I get the time (5 years behind and counting, my friends).
I WRITE to let people know I care and that I’m still here, livin’.
I CONFUSE some people all of the time and all people some of the time.
I NEED more time…to spend with Anthony (and Grace and Pookie), to write, to scrapbook, to see my friends, to read for class....
I SHOULD call people more often – at least as often as I think of them.
I START nothing that I do not finish.
I FINISH people’s sentences when they take too long to catch their breath.
I'M GLAD da’ Momma gets it. She so does.
Yoinked from Musicguy.
I WANT so much out of life, including a house with a yard and a kitchen in which both Anthony and I can cook – at the same time, a career I love, an income with which I can support my family, and enough cash to travel the world in style.
I WISH I had a miniature pig to cuddle.
I HATE DC cabbies. Only DC cabbies. What the hell is their problem?
I MISS my family and friends – why can’t we all live in the same town/city?
I FEAR dying before I figure out what I want to be when I grow up.
I HEAR voices in my head telling me to avoid my homework.
I WONDER if every time a bell rings, an angel really gets his wings.
I REGRET former acts of rashness and anger.
I DANCE when no one is looking.
I SING for myself, but much less than I used to.
I CRY during commercials, movies – I’m welling up even now.
I MAKE WITH MY HANDS scrapbooks, when I get the time (5 years behind and counting, my friends).
I WRITE to let people know I care and that I’m still here, livin’.
I CONFUSE some people all of the time and all people some of the time.
I NEED more time…to spend with Anthony (and Grace and Pookie), to write, to scrapbook, to see my friends, to read for class....
I SHOULD call people more often – at least as often as I think of them.
I START nothing that I do not finish.
I FINISH people’s sentences when they take too long to catch their breath.
I'M GLAD da’ Momma gets it. She so does.
Yoinked from Musicguy.
Friday, February 01, 2008
Graduate school for dummies
I started back at school on the 23rd and am now missing my six-week winter break like deserts miss the rain. Sure, I spent most of that time piecing together the most beautiful (read: looks like a six-year-old completed it – in crayon) fellowship application ever, which really means that I spent six weeks agonizing over the essays, the reference letters, and the biographical data, slowly working my blood pressure up to a boiling point. Oh yeah, and that ulcer I’m working on, it’s coming out GREAT.
I have three classes this semester, which should really help my stress levels. I’m at work from M-F, 6:30AM-3:30PM, and then I have classes on Mondays (Ethics), Wednesdays (Program Evaluation) and Thursdays (Intro to Public Admin) until 10PM. My professors this semester seem to have no indication that people actually work outside of the classroom, so they have each assigned a year’s worth of reading for each day of class. I have been reading like crazy and still haven’t caught up – and it’s only the second week of class!
Let me give you an example, so you know that it’s not just me, whining, moaning, and generally complaining my way through the week. For my Intro to Public Administration class last night, I was supposed to read about eight different academic “essays” (which we all know means that each one is twenty to thirty pages long), along with the first chapter in our case studies book. Let’s be generous and guesstimate that I only had to read 200 pages of text. This is on top of the estimated 200 pages of text that I had for each of the other two classes, which somehow must be fit into my Tuesday or Friday evening or the weekend, and must jockey for position with feeding and walking the kids, cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping, banking…you get the idea. And then Anthony wonders why I am so crazy during the semester. Maybe, sir, it’s because you left your dirty socks on the couch again, which you know gets my undies all in a tizzy. Grumble, grumble.
For a moment there, I thought I was developing an ally in Anthony. After New Year’s, he began his six months of Spanish language training. He spends five hours each day attempting to speak a foreign language and then has to spend a whopping twenty minutes at home completing workbook assignments. After about ten and a half seconds, he develops a headache, announces his need for a break, and then runs to the fridge to grab a beer. He proclaims his misery for at least a half hour to an hour each day and then starts the process all over again in the morning. I thought that because of these experiences, he would be more understanding of my plight.
Not so. He seems to think every night is a good night to participate in happy hour, or go to a movie, or just slack off in general – as if he just forgot that I attend graduate school and am a slave to the man. It’s almost as if he is enjoying the look of pain on my face as he dangles yet another tantalizing idea for playing hookey in front of my eyes (come on, let’s face it – even scrubbing the toilet with my toothbrush and then brushing my teeth with it is a more tantalizing idea than reading yet another public administration textbook).
Yet there is good news to counter the fact that Anthony keeps forgetting that I’m in graduate school (and ergo have no life). Earlier this week, I received a letter from the Director of my program, inviting me to join my program’s honor society, Pi Alpha Alpha. So at least my hard work is paying off in that arena – I will be inducted in April! Can I get a woot-woot?
In other news, Anthony and I are hosting a dinner party this weekend with six of our closest friends. It’ll be a collection of Jews and vegetarians so the dinner menu will be limited, but I think I’ve come up with a good compromise. I’ll try to get online again sometime and tell you how everything turns out. But no promises.
I’m also supposed to attend an MPA happy hour tonight, but I’m not sure I’ll make it. After a full week of reading til late, attending class til late, and stressing out over both, I may want to get some grocery shopping done this evening and then get started on my homework instead of kicking back with a beer and twelve of my classmates. Anyway, my friend who organizes these events just came down with a wicked cold and may not be a) there, or b) a whole lot of fun to hang out with.
We’ll see.
I have three classes this semester, which should really help my stress levels. I’m at work from M-F, 6:30AM-3:30PM, and then I have classes on Mondays (Ethics), Wednesdays (Program Evaluation) and Thursdays (Intro to Public Admin) until 10PM. My professors this semester seem to have no indication that people actually work outside of the classroom, so they have each assigned a year’s worth of reading for each day of class. I have been reading like crazy and still haven’t caught up – and it’s only the second week of class!
Let me give you an example, so you know that it’s not just me, whining, moaning, and generally complaining my way through the week. For my Intro to Public Administration class last night, I was supposed to read about eight different academic “essays” (which we all know means that each one is twenty to thirty pages long), along with the first chapter in our case studies book. Let’s be generous and guesstimate that I only had to read 200 pages of text. This is on top of the estimated 200 pages of text that I had for each of the other two classes, which somehow must be fit into my Tuesday or Friday evening or the weekend, and must jockey for position with feeding and walking the kids, cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping, banking…you get the idea. And then Anthony wonders why I am so crazy during the semester. Maybe, sir, it’s because you left your dirty socks on the couch again, which you know gets my undies all in a tizzy. Grumble, grumble.
For a moment there, I thought I was developing an ally in Anthony. After New Year’s, he began his six months of Spanish language training. He spends five hours each day attempting to speak a foreign language and then has to spend a whopping twenty minutes at home completing workbook assignments. After about ten and a half seconds, he develops a headache, announces his need for a break, and then runs to the fridge to grab a beer. He proclaims his misery for at least a half hour to an hour each day and then starts the process all over again in the morning. I thought that because of these experiences, he would be more understanding of my plight.
Not so. He seems to think every night is a good night to participate in happy hour, or go to a movie, or just slack off in general – as if he just forgot that I attend graduate school and am a slave to the man. It’s almost as if he is enjoying the look of pain on my face as he dangles yet another tantalizing idea for playing hookey in front of my eyes (come on, let’s face it – even scrubbing the toilet with my toothbrush and then brushing my teeth with it is a more tantalizing idea than reading yet another public administration textbook).
Yet there is good news to counter the fact that Anthony keeps forgetting that I’m in graduate school (and ergo have no life). Earlier this week, I received a letter from the Director of my program, inviting me to join my program’s honor society, Pi Alpha Alpha. So at least my hard work is paying off in that arena – I will be inducted in April! Can I get a woot-woot?
In other news, Anthony and I are hosting a dinner party this weekend with six of our closest friends. It’ll be a collection of Jews and vegetarians so the dinner menu will be limited, but I think I’ve come up with a good compromise. I’ll try to get online again sometime and tell you how everything turns out. But no promises.
I’m also supposed to attend an MPA happy hour tonight, but I’m not sure I’ll make it. After a full week of reading til late, attending class til late, and stressing out over both, I may want to get some grocery shopping done this evening and then get started on my homework instead of kicking back with a beer and twelve of my classmates. Anyway, my friend who organizes these events just came down with a wicked cold and may not be a) there, or b) a whole lot of fun to hang out with.
We’ll see.
Two days later...
I actually yoinked this from Erin a few days ago and am just now getting around to posting it. Clearly, this whole "class" thing is really getting in the way of my fun.
1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Technically, my mom got the name from a female character on one of her soap operas and thought it was cool. My middle name is my grandmother's fourth husband's last name, or, to make it more readily understandable, the last name of the man I always considered my grandfather.
2.WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Watching the Iron Giant with Anthony on Saturday night. I'm a sucker for a good Hallmark moment.
3.DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Sometimes. But it's nothing like my mom's, which is brilliant.
4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? Bologna. With all that fatty goodness. Tastes best fried.
5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Two: Grace and Pookie. Well, three, if you allow me to count Anthony.
6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? Sure, why not?
7.DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? Is the sky blue?
8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yuppers.
9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? Abso-freakin'-lutely.
10.WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? We mostly get Kashi cereals now or maybe Raisin Bran or Frosted MiniWheats, but I could slay me some Reese's Peanutbutter Puffs anytime.
11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Despite the majority of my shoes not having laces, yes, I do.
12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Probably a little more-so than average for a female in my age group. I could definitely whip some twelve-year-old boy's tush, though.
13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? Ben and Jerry's. Mmmmmmm, so creamy delicious.
14.WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Their eyes and the rest of their face.
15. RED OR PINK? Red!
16.WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? I'm so damn uptight – about everything! When the day doesn't go as I planned – down to the smallest detail – my cogs and wheels sproing and I am unconscionably angry.
17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? My mom. Shortly thereafter are my girlfriends from Penn…
18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? No.
19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Pants: chocolate brown with cream pinstripes. Shoes: Camel Aerosole knee-high boots.
20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? My daily morning dose of oatmeal with raisins.
21. WHAT ARE YOU listening to RIGHT NOW? My coworker talking to my boss.
22. IF YOU WHERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Orange.
23. FAVORITE SMELLS? Dryer vents, chlorinated pools, Anthony's cologne, Grace's "lavenderangel" scent (i.e. when she gets a bath), Pookie's nasty little kittybreath, that crisp scent before it snows, Spring rains, lavender,anything baking (brownies, apples, cookies, cakes, whatever – I don'tlike to eat them so much, but smell them, YES!)…
24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Anthony.
25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? I yoinked it from Erin so it wasn't actually sent to me, but yes, I like her.
26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? American Gladiator, or maybe Ninja Warrior. (But to be fair, I hardly watch anything on t.v.– I'm more of a cinephile)
27. HAIR COLOR? Brown, brown, and more brown.
28. EYE COLOR? Brown.
29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? No need when you have 20/20.
30 FAVORITE FOOD? Potatoes in any shape, size, or form. (Something about being Irish…)
31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Happy endings. I don't watch scary movies (although Anthony didsomehow manage to wrangle me into seeing Rob Zombie's House of 1000Corpses – grrr!).
32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Love Me or Leave Me with James Cagney and Doris Day – I highly recommend it.
33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Tan, with chocolate stitching at the hem and cuffs.
34. SUMMER OR WINTER? Winter. I am not a fan of the summer months – something about the humidity.
35. HUGS OR KISSES? Big fat, cuddly hugs.
36. FAVORITE DESSERT? I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!
37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? No one.
38. Least likely to respond? Everyone.
39.WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? Other than a really bland collection of Public Administration andEthics textbooks, I am also wading through Madame Secretary byMadeline Albright, How the Scots Invented the Modern World by ArthurHerman, and Lonely Planet's guide to Peru.
40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? I don't have a mouse pad – at work, I have a wireless mouse and athome I have a laptop with a touchpad.
41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT? The news.
42. FAVORITE SOUND? Grace's snoring, waterfalls, the crackle of wood fires, silence,Anthony's laughter, my mom's voice reassuring me that I'm not entirelycrazy (the crazy, it runs in the family)…
43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Beatles.
44. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Egypt. But I'm shooting for Nepal some day.
45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? I don't know how special it is, but I'm particularly good at organizing things.
46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?Worcester Memorial Hospital in MA.
47. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK? Meh.
1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Technically, my mom got the name from a female character on one of her soap operas and thought it was cool. My middle name is my grandmother's fourth husband's last name, or, to make it more readily understandable, the last name of the man I always considered my grandfather.
2.WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Watching the Iron Giant with Anthony on Saturday night. I'm a sucker for a good Hallmark moment.
3.DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Sometimes. But it's nothing like my mom's, which is brilliant.
4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? Bologna. With all that fatty goodness. Tastes best fried.
5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Two: Grace and Pookie. Well, three, if you allow me to count Anthony.
6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? Sure, why not?
7.DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? Is the sky blue?
8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yuppers.
9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? Abso-freakin'-lutely.
10.WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? We mostly get Kashi cereals now or maybe Raisin Bran or Frosted MiniWheats, but I could slay me some Reese's Peanutbutter Puffs anytime.
11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Despite the majority of my shoes not having laces, yes, I do.
12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Probably a little more-so than average for a female in my age group. I could definitely whip some twelve-year-old boy's tush, though.
13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? Ben and Jerry's. Mmmmmmm, so creamy delicious.
14.WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Their eyes and the rest of their face.
15. RED OR PINK? Red!
16.WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? I'm so damn uptight – about everything! When the day doesn't go as I planned – down to the smallest detail – my cogs and wheels sproing and I am unconscionably angry.
17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? My mom. Shortly thereafter are my girlfriends from Penn…
18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? No.
19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Pants: chocolate brown with cream pinstripes. Shoes: Camel Aerosole knee-high boots.
20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? My daily morning dose of oatmeal with raisins.
21. WHAT ARE YOU listening to RIGHT NOW? My coworker talking to my boss.
22. IF YOU WHERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Orange.
23. FAVORITE SMELLS? Dryer vents, chlorinated pools, Anthony's cologne, Grace's "lavenderangel" scent (i.e. when she gets a bath), Pookie's nasty little kittybreath, that crisp scent before it snows, Spring rains, lavender,anything baking (brownies, apples, cookies, cakes, whatever – I don'tlike to eat them so much, but smell them, YES!)…
24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Anthony.
25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? I yoinked it from Erin so it wasn't actually sent to me, but yes, I like her.
26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? American Gladiator, or maybe Ninja Warrior. (But to be fair, I hardly watch anything on t.v.– I'm more of a cinephile)
27. HAIR COLOR? Brown, brown, and more brown.
28. EYE COLOR? Brown.
29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? No need when you have 20/20.
30 FAVORITE FOOD? Potatoes in any shape, size, or form. (Something about being Irish…)
31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Happy endings. I don't watch scary movies (although Anthony didsomehow manage to wrangle me into seeing Rob Zombie's House of 1000Corpses – grrr!).
32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Love Me or Leave Me with James Cagney and Doris Day – I highly recommend it.
33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Tan, with chocolate stitching at the hem and cuffs.
34. SUMMER OR WINTER? Winter. I am not a fan of the summer months – something about the humidity.
35. HUGS OR KISSES? Big fat, cuddly hugs.
36. FAVORITE DESSERT? I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!
37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? No one.
38. Least likely to respond? Everyone.
39.WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? Other than a really bland collection of Public Administration andEthics textbooks, I am also wading through Madame Secretary byMadeline Albright, How the Scots Invented the Modern World by ArthurHerman, and Lonely Planet's guide to Peru.
40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? I don't have a mouse pad – at work, I have a wireless mouse and athome I have a laptop with a touchpad.
41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT? The news.
42. FAVORITE SOUND? Grace's snoring, waterfalls, the crackle of wood fires, silence,Anthony's laughter, my mom's voice reassuring me that I'm not entirelycrazy (the crazy, it runs in the family)…
43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Beatles.
44. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Egypt. But I'm shooting for Nepal some day.
45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? I don't know how special it is, but I'm particularly good at organizing things.
46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?Worcester Memorial Hospital in MA.
47. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK? Meh.
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