Thursday, August 30, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
words of wisdom
How to be really cool
Walk around a college campus, holding a map, looking for a building mysteriously called "ARC". When all else fails, ask an undergrad where said building is (while still holding the map, and preferably standing right in front of the building you are asking about!)How to be in just the right place
Walk from your building, in all directions but the right one for a while, to your professor's building. Call when you get there, as instructed since the building is security controlled and you can't get in otherwise, to find out he's actually in his other office - one floor up from your own office.How to make friends in your class
Brainwash all of the departmental faculty to believe that you are somehow super-human and that your presence in their department promises to bring $billions in grants and about 17 Nobel Peace prizes. Also helpful if they are less than discrete about this belief.How to make a good first impression
Leave the country during your first full week of classes!How to spend the last night before classes start
Watching the Red Sox stomp on the Yankees. I mean, that one's obvious!
Monday, August 27, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
shop-a-holic
I went to IKEA today. I dreaded it a little, there's been a lot of shopping lately. That, and, I'm incapable of making decisions. I don't even know what I like anymore. But, I went. And after waiting to return a silverware drawer tray that was too big (for a $2.15 store credit) I began the tour.
At one point, I walked through a living room set-up, and into a kitchen. (No table, darn.) On through the bedroom. Where there is a man. under the covers of the bed. reading a book.
I was startled, and clearly confused. I said "Oh, I'm sorry!" and turned around to walk to the bathroom set-up. Once there, I realized what I had done. I mean, I definitely felt like I walked in on someone napping in their bedroom, but this was IKEA. And then I became aware of the fact that I had apologized for it, and walked away. Into the bathroom. Which was a dead end. I pretended to look around while I planned my escape. The only thing I could do was go back out through the bedroom. And that guy had the nerve to glare at me over his book my whole way through his room.
in IKEA.
At one point, I walked through a living room set-up, and into a kitchen. (No table, darn.) On through the bedroom. Where there is a man. under the covers of the bed. reading a book.
I was startled, and clearly confused. I said "Oh, I'm sorry!" and turned around to walk to the bathroom set-up. Once there, I realized what I had done. I mean, I definitely felt like I walked in on someone napping in their bedroom, but this was IKEA. And then I became aware of the fact that I had apologized for it, and walked away. Into the bathroom. Which was a dead end. I pretended to look around while I planned my escape. The only thing I could do was go back out through the bedroom. And that guy had the nerve to glare at me over his book my whole way through his room.
in IKEA.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
so long sweet summer
packing day slowly turns into travel day.
Bo is leaving for better places; far-away lands with no cell service, no internet, and questionable running water and/or electricity. But, damn if he won't save a few lives while he's there. To recap, Bo and I are living in the same time zone for the first time in 4 years - and now, 3 weeks later, he's off to AKDT - 4 hours behind me. And then from there, he's back to EDT for a few weeks. I think in November he rolls back to good ol' CDT. At which point I hope for a visit - a few too many beers at the best hole in the wall Austin can offer, and a Bo and Deb reunion dart night....watch your feet fellas!
I'll miss ya, Kid!! ;)
Bo is leaving for better places; far-away lands with no cell service, no internet, and questionable running water and/or electricity. But, damn if he won't save a few lives while he's there. To recap, Bo and I are living in the same time zone for the first time in 4 years - and now, 3 weeks later, he's off to AKDT - 4 hours behind me. And then from there, he's back to EDT for a few weeks. I think in November he rolls back to good ol' CDT. At which point I hope for a visit - a few too many beers at the best hole in the wall Austin can offer, and a Bo and Deb reunion dart night....watch your feet fellas!
I'll miss ya, Kid!! ;)
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
some things I meant to leave behind
Last night I was reading a book before going to bed, and I heard a familiar sound. Mia heard it too.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Sunday, August 19, 2007
if you drive out of range
One of my favorite ways to explore a new place is to just drive around. I like to get lost and find my way home, it's the best way to see where things are and how they connect. Before I left beantown Allison once credited me as knowing how to get anywhere from anywhere in the city - and she wasn't wrong. It took years to connect all the pieces, but it sure is fun to drive and get lost. Even more fun with Millie, since I can pay a little less attention to how to get back and more attention to the scenery.
I drove yesterday around this neighborhood, amazing views of hills with completely beautiful houses, and the sides and cliffs. Lots of trees, with rooftops poking out. And I tried my best to
get some good pictures while only causing minimal traffic dilemmas. At one point I followed a curve in the road and saw about 6 deer (deer? deers? these are things I definitely should know) in the road. Basically just standing around, chillin'. They slowly crossed the road as I approached and stopped in someones front yard to graze. They just stayed there. So content that I wonder if they belong there. I mean, are they pets? Could people own these deer? Either way - they were so peaceful. It made me happy.
I drove yesterday around this neighborhood, amazing views of hills with completely beautiful houses, and the sides and cliffs. Lots of trees, with rooftops poking out. And I tried my best to
get some good pictures while only causing minimal traffic dilemmas. At one point I followed a curve in the road and saw about 6 deer (deer? deers? these are things I definitely should know) in the road. Basically just standing around, chillin'. They slowly crossed the road as I approached and stopped in someones front yard to graze. They just stayed there. So content that I wonder if they belong there. I mean, are they pets? Could people own these deer? Either way - they were so peaceful. It made me happy.
is she good at trivia?
y'all know the answer is yes, but did you know this:
* Texas is the only state that rejoined the union under a treaty; we can leave at any time and make our own country.
* Texas is the only state that has permission to fly the state flag higher than the US flag; while most of the time you will notice the US flag is flown higher, out of respect, the Texas flag is generally bigger.
* The King Ranch in Texas is bigger than the state of Rhode Island.
* Dr Pepper was invented in Waco in 1885; there is no period after the Dr in Dr Pepper.
* Texas is the only state to have the flags of 6 different nations fly over it. They are: Spain, France, Mexico, Republic of Texas, Confederate States, and the United States. The name of the popular amusement park, Six Flags, was originally Six Flags over Texas.
* Texas has the largest population of white-tailed deer.
* Texas is the only state that rejoined the union under a treaty; we can leave at any time and make our own country.
* Texas is the only state that has permission to fly the state flag higher than the US flag; while most of the time you will notice the US flag is flown higher, out of respect, the Texas flag is generally bigger.
* The King Ranch in Texas is bigger than the state of Rhode Island.
* Dr Pepper was invented in Waco in 1885; there is no period after the Dr in Dr Pepper.
* Texas is the only state to have the flags of 6 different nations fly over it. They are: Spain, France, Mexico, Republic of Texas, Confederate States, and the United States. The name of the popular amusement park, Six Flags, was originally Six Flags over Texas.
* Texas has the largest population of white-tailed deer.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
lonestar
I set out today to become a Texan. It's a process. A multi-step process. A multi-step process that has to be done in precisely the right order. That order is:
a. insurance
b. inspection
c. registration and title
d. license
In that order. But, once you start down this road you pretty much have to finish right away. You can't very well be driving with your Texas inspection and your Massachusetts plates for too long, can you?
So I called the insurance company this morning, and thus it began. I had to select how much coverage I wanted for various things - where do you draw the line. I'd like to pay as little as possible now, and have you pay as much as possible later, because I have no money now, and will have none later. The woman politely told me insurance doesn't work like that. I told her it should. I don't think she disagreed. So, by noon I was set up with new insurance. And panicked - was I supposed to alert my credit union, the people who actually own my car (until I pay them back!)?
a. insurance
b. inspection
c. registration and title
d. license
On to step B. This one is a little trickier to execute, and to procrastinate from the task at hand I decided to once again call the city of Somerville. Dare I say, I may have made some progress - and after giving up the names and addresses of all my accomplices, my new best friend Diane said she would take care of it. Yee-Haw! Now, really on to step B: inspection. I had to head off to a state inspection site, with proof of ownership and insurance (see step A). I decided that I had seen a gas station with a carwash, and this was the first place I thought I should look. The gas station did not do state inspections, but did clean the clear sticky stuff off my car. I spotted a Jiffy Lube, no inspections. I spotted a Midas - which I boycotted (and will continue to do for the rest of my life!). The I spotted an Express Lube, with a sign for State Inspections. Bingo!
As I grab all of my papers, proof of registration, insurance, and identification, I suddenly realize - title? What about the TITLE? So I rummage through the glove box, hoping it's there, but thinking it's a really stupid place to store the cars title - in the car. And I panic. Where would it be. I think and search, and then a quick call to the credit union cleared it all up:
"Hi, I was just wondering, do you have my title or do I?"
"Oh, we have that."
"Thank you!"
On to inspection. His name is Rick, he was very polite. They inspected my car, gave me a coupon to come back for an oil change, and pointed me down the road three blocks to the Title office, where he told me to ask for Wanda.
a. insurance
b. inspection
c. registration and title
d. license
I arrived at the title office, where I would need to show proof of insurance, ownership, and inspection. Oh, and pay a bajillion dollars. Her name is Wanda, and she was very nice. She pulled out each piece of paper that she needed from my stack of papers and gave me forms to fill out. She went off to make photocopies and came back and said "Ok, that will be a bajillion dollars. Will you be using cash or a check?" And I stammered..."ummm, card? card???" She chuckled, that 'oh-darlin'-what-are-you-thinking' chuckle, and said "only cash or check!" So I gulped, and reached for my checkbook. My checkbook that I had left on my coffee table. So I blinked a few times, trying to figure out whether I could get a bajillion dollars from the ATM... I asked if I could go fetch my checkbook and come back. "Of course you can," said Wanda. So I went home, to grab my checkbook. And went back - to write a check. She then handed me a sticker for my window and new plates. And pointed me down the road about three blocks to the DMV - "once you pass the Whataburger, move over to your left...and then turn in the lot. But not bef
ore the Whataburger, wait until you pass it."
a. insurance
b. inspection
c. registration and title
d. license
I arrived at the DMV, where I had to show proof of insurance, ownership, registration, current drivers license and a social security card. The have this great little info desk, to ensure that everyone has all that they need. You fill out a form with them, and then you get to wait. I was there, number 295, and they were serving 268. So, I went outside to change my plates - thank god for the screwdriver I keep in my car. Finally my number was called. His name is Rob, and he was very polite. He pulled each piece of paper that he needed from my growing pile of papers. He handed me forms to sign. He gave me a vision test. He finger printed me. He made me raise my right hand and say "Yee-Haw!' Ok, not really. He made me raise my right hand and certify that I hadn't lied on my form and that I was not a criminal and it was legal for me to become a Texan. Then he laughed and said, I mean, if you have anything out on this license we'll find out right now anyway. Gulp, come on Diane...please have taken care of my Somerville mishap...I do NOT want to wait here again. So, Rob goes off to make some photocopies, and I decide to fill out my check in the mean time. I open the check book. to find.
I had used my last check at the Title office. Friggin' awesome.
I am surrounded by signs that say "Cash or Check only". Crap, ex-con wanted by Somerville. Crap, I can't pay for this. Crap, I'm becoming a Texan. think think think. I need to come up with $24. I have a twenty dollar bill. And then I remember, I have quarters. For laundry. I start counting; one, two, three, one dollar, one, two, three, two dollars...
Rob comes back, and I sweetly ask - this is just going to be $24, right? (one, two, three, three dollars...come on quarters!) And he says, "Yes, but there's been a problem, Rhode Island came back with something..." AHHHH! (one, two, three, FOUR DOLLARS). I basically dropped everything in my hands and shouted, "Rhode Island?" Rob just laughed and said, "kidding!" At which point I handed him a pile of quarters...and explained about the check. And he laughed through his apology of giving me a heart attack.
He handed me my temporary license, suggested I carry my passport with it should I want to do anything where my age may be questioned, and said "Welcome to Texas!"
a. insurance
b. inspection
c. registration and title
d. license
Yee-haw!
a. insurance
b. inspection
c. registration and title
d. license
In that order. But, once you start down this road you pretty much have to finish right away. You can't very well be driving with your Texas inspection and your Massachusetts plates for too long, can you?
So I called the insurance company this morning, and thus it began. I had to select how much coverage I wanted for various things - where do you draw the line. I'd like to pay as little as possible now, and have you pay as much as possible later, because I have no money now, and will have none later. The woman politely told me insurance doesn't work like that. I told her it should. I don't think she disagreed. So, by noon I was set up with new insurance. And panicked - was I supposed to alert my credit union, the people who actually own my car (until I pay them back!)?
b. inspection
c. registration and title
d. license
On to step B. This one is a little trickier to execute, and to procrastinate from the task at hand I decided to once again call the city of Somerville. Dare I say, I may have made some progress - and after giving up the names and addresses of all my accomplices, my new best friend Diane said she would take care of it. Yee-Haw! Now, really on to step B: inspection. I had to head off to a state inspection site, with proof of ownership and insurance (see step A). I decided that I had seen a gas station with a carwash, and this was the first place I thought I should look. The gas station did not do state inspections, but did clean the clear sticky stuff off my car. I spotted a Jiffy Lube, no inspections. I spotted a Midas - which I boycotted (and will continue to do for the rest of my life!). The I spotted an Express Lube, with a sign for State Inspections. Bingo!
As I grab all of my papers, proof of registration, insurance, and identification, I suddenly realize - title? What about the TITLE? So I rummage through the glove box, hoping it's there, but thinking it's a really stupid place to store the cars title - in the car. And I panic. Where would it be. I think and search, and then a quick call to the credit union cleared it all up:
"Hi, I was just wondering, do you have my title or do I?"
"Oh, we have that."
"Thank you!"
On to inspection. His name is Rick, he was very polite. They inspected my car, gave me a coupon to come back for an oil change, and pointed me down the road three blocks to the Title office, where he told me to ask for Wanda.
c. registration and title
d. license
I arrived at the title office, where I would need to show proof of insurance, ownership, and inspection. Oh, and pay a bajillion dollars. Her name is Wanda, and she was very nice. She pulled out each piece of paper that she needed from my stack of papers and gave me forms to fill out. She went off to make photocopies and came back and said "Ok, that will be a bajillion dollars. Will you be using cash or a check?" And I stammered..."ummm, card? card???" She chuckled, that 'oh-darlin'-what-are-you-thinking' chuckle, and said "only cash or check!" So I gulped, and reached for my checkbook. My checkbook that I had left on my coffee table. So I blinked a few times, trying to figure out whether I could get a bajillion dollars from the ATM... I asked if I could go fetch my checkbook and come back. "Of course you can," said Wanda. So I went home, to grab my checkbook. And went back - to write a check. She then handed me a sticker for my window and new plates. And pointed me down the road about three blocks to the DMV - "once you pass the Whataburger, move over to your left...and then turn in the lot. But not bef
ore the Whataburger, wait until you pass it."d. license
I arrived at the DMV, where I had to show proof of insurance, ownership, registration, current drivers license and a social security card. The have this great little info desk, to ensure that everyone has all that they need. You fill out a form with them, and then you get to wait. I was there, number 295, and they were serving 268. So, I went outside to change my plates - thank god for the screwdriver I keep in my car. Finally my number was called. His name is Rob, and he was very polite. He pulled each piece of paper that he needed from my growing pile of papers. He handed me forms to sign. He gave me a vision test. He finger printed me. He made me raise my right hand and say "Yee-Haw!' Ok, not really. He made me raise my right hand and certify that I hadn't lied on my form and that I was not a criminal and it was legal for me to become a Texan. Then he laughed and said, I mean, if you have anything out on this license we'll find out right now anyway. Gulp, come on Diane...please have taken care of my Somerville mishap...I do NOT want to wait here again. So, Rob goes off to make some photocopies, and I decide to fill out my check in the mean time. I open the check book. to find.
I had used my last check at the Title office. Friggin' awesome.
I am surrounded by signs that say "Cash or Check only". Crap, ex-con wanted by Somerville. Crap, I can't pay for this. Crap, I'm becoming a Texan. think think think. I need to come up with $24. I have a twenty dollar bill. And then I remember, I have quarters. For laundry. I start counting; one, two, three, one dollar, one, two, three, two dollars...
Rob comes back, and I sweetly ask - this is just going to be $24, right? (one, two, three, three dollars...come on quarters!) And he says, "Yes, but there's been a problem, Rhode Island came back with something..." AHHHH! (one, two, three, FOUR DOLLARS). I basically dropped everything in my hands and shouted, "Rhode Island?" Rob just laughed and said, "kidding!" At which point I handed him a pile of quarters...and explained about the check. And he laughed through his apology of giving me a heart attack.
He handed me my temporary license, suggested I carry my passport with it should I want to do anything where my age may be questioned, and said "Welcome to Texas!"
Yee-haw!
conundrum
There's a parking spot in the parking lot near my house that is nicely situated under a tree. When I park under the tree my car is a balmy 98 degrees when I get inside, and the AC kicks in easily. When I don't park under the tree my car is about 4 billion degrees (read: HOT), too hot to hold the steering wheel and the AC struggles along to cool the car down for about 6 minutes. When I park under the tree my car is covered (read: COVERED. read: EVERYWHERE) with tiny speckles of something clear and sticky. When I don't park under the tree my car is as sparkling clean as I left it.
This week's solution - cool car goes to the car wash.
Next week - park in the sun.
This week's solution - cool car goes to the car wash.
Next week - park in the sun.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Texas, we have a problem
So, I have 30 days to "Apply to be a Texan!"
Estimated Costs:
Vehicle Inspection - $40
New Resident Fee - $90
New Texas Title - $30
Vehicle Registration - $75
New Texas Drivers License - $25
Six Months of Car Insurance - $700
Finding a cowboy to pay for all of this - Priceless (well, not entirely, worth about a grand!)
Estimated Costs:
Vehicle Inspection - $40
New Resident Fee - $90
New Texas Title - $30
Vehicle Registration - $75
New Texas Drivers License - $25
Six Months of Car Insurance - $700
Finding a cowboy to pay for all of this - Priceless (well, not entirely, worth about a grand!)
Monday, August 13, 2007
Houston, we have a problem
I've adopted a new policy, of not freaking out until there's a reason to freak out - and even then, if there is nothing I can do, why freak out? I mean, it wastes so much time and energy. Time I'd rather be spending drooling on the couch watching Soap Net's afternoon lineup! Today presented a few different crises, and I successfully held off on the freak-outs!
My cell phone bill arrived last night, all $290 dollars of it. I could have cried my eyes out and run to the nearest pawn shop to sell my ..... (ya, I couldn't figure it out either, I mean, it never came to that though!) I patiently waited until I could call this morning to try and fix it. You see, I had thought to plan ahead, in June I upped my minutes to the next rate plan (double the minutes). I anticipated July and August to be high minute months. Well, seems that someone (at&t is the new cingular) didn't really up my minutes. I was ridiculously over the limit I had. I called, and with some minimal pleading they upped my minutes, applied it retroactively and credited me for the overages. I save $210 dollars, am looking at an $80 phone bill, and wasted no time freaking out!
Once that was taken care of I decided what better to do - I'll bake a cake. After mixing all the cake batter, and preparing the pans, and pouring the batter, I realized that perhaps something was wrong with the oven. I had preheated it to the necessary 350 degrees, but when I opened it, it seemed cool. After I was able to hang onto the heating element comfortably for 5 minutes I decided it definitely wasn't working. I fiddled a bit, and turned up the heat - and eventually got that puppy to heat up. So I baked my cakes. At 550 degrees. For an hour and a half. And I might have taken them out too soon. (for you non-bakers, the cake was supposed to take 35 minutes at 350 - so an hour and a half at 550 is completely absurd. I might have been better if I'd taken AZ's suggestion of leaving them out on the sidewalk...like sun tea. Sun Cake!) A call has been placed to the management, who agrees it's not working, and I'm going to dream of a new oven tonight. (at least I hope that's their plan!)
Now, the impending warrant for my arrest issued by the city of Somerville, I haven't made so much progress on that. But, I'm not freaking out, I doubt they will come deep in the heart to find me, at least not anytime soon.
My cell phone bill arrived last night, all $290 dollars of it. I could have cried my eyes out and run to the nearest pawn shop to sell my ..... (ya, I couldn't figure it out either, I mean, it never came to that though!) I patiently waited until I could call this morning to try and fix it. You see, I had thought to plan ahead, in June I upped my minutes to the next rate plan (double the minutes). I anticipated July and August to be high minute months. Well, seems that someone (at&t is the new cingular) didn't really up my minutes. I was ridiculously over the limit I had. I called, and with some minimal pleading they upped my minutes, applied it retroactively and credited me for the overages. I save $210 dollars, am looking at an $80 phone bill, and wasted no time freaking out!
Once that was taken care of I decided what better to do - I'll bake a cake. After mixing all the cake batter, and preparing the pans, and pouring the batter, I realized that perhaps something was wrong with the oven. I had preheated it to the necessary 350 degrees, but when I opened it, it seemed cool. After I was able to hang onto the heating element comfortably for 5 minutes I decided it definitely wasn't working. I fiddled a bit, and turned up the heat - and eventually got that puppy to heat up. So I baked my cakes. At 550 degrees. For an hour and a half. And I might have taken them out too soon. (for you non-bakers, the cake was supposed to take 35 minutes at 350 - so an hour and a half at 550 is completely absurd. I might have been better if I'd taken AZ's suggestion of leaving them out on the sidewalk...like sun tea. Sun Cake!) A call has been placed to the management, who agrees it's not working, and I'm going to dream of a new oven tonight. (at least I hope that's their plan!)
Now, the impending warrant for my arrest issued by the city of Somerville, I haven't made so much progress on that. But, I'm not freaking out, I doubt they will come deep in the heart to find me, at least not anytime soon.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
day-dream believer
I've said it before, and I'll say it again - sometimes it just doesn't feel like this is my life, it feels like it's just this thing that's happening around me.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
oh, but i am!
taken from yesterday's conversation with my friend Allison:
This is in reference to a comment NH made to me before I left, where he likened me to "one of those cancer-wives who introduces her husband to her hot girlfriends before she goes". I'm happy to be memorialized in Boston, but please remember to visit the grave sometimes - turns out it's kinda fun down here!
"I think he kept the name in your memory.
I mean, not because you're the dead wife."
I mean, not because you're the dead wife."
This is in reference to a comment NH made to me before I left, where he likened me to "one of those cancer-wives who introduces her husband to her hot girlfriends before she goes". I'm happy to be memorialized in Boston, but please remember to visit the grave sometimes - turns out it's kinda fun down here!
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
ultimate adhd
This morning I dropped my parents off at the airport (and by "dropped off" I mean, said good-bye to them in the parking lot of their hotel, handed them a map to the airport, and said good luck!) It sounds cruel, let me repaint the picture - they had a rental car to return, and this entire interaction took place through streams of tears! So, I'm not heartless, quite the contrary!
The rest of the day has fabulous activities planned, like laundry, grocery shopping and unpacking. I'm drifting somewhere between unmotivated and restless. There is so much to do, but I keep distracting myself from one task, with another. So it goes something like this:
I get up to go check my laundry in the dryer. I see a pile of Mia's things that can be put away. I pick some up and bring them to a cabinet (intending to go and get the rest). Once in the kitchen I notice that I can move the trash bag closer to the front door. I do that. Then I remember I was going to check my laundry, so out I go. Back in I see the rest of the pile of Mia's stuff, and also some shoes. Where to put shoes? Off to my closet to see where the shoes should go. On my way, I see the bathroom...did I spray Tilex in the shower today? I don't think so. Hmmm, the Tilex is in the kitchen, I should move that. On the way to the kitchen I see Mia's stuff, grab some and put it away. Now, why was I in the kitchen? Back to my room. Oh, Tilex. To the kitchen.
That whole process took about 35 minutes and accomplished putting away two of Mia's things. I'm basically running around in circles, and it can not be the most efficient way to do things. can. not.
I think the laundry is done, which now means it's time for the grocery store - oh joy. I'm going to go there without a list and see what it is I think I need, which is a horrible idea. But at least at the grocery store I can go up and down the aisles in order - instead of run in circles. It'll be a nice change.
and, I never Tilexed the tub. damn.
The rest of the day has fabulous activities planned, like laundry, grocery shopping and unpacking. I'm drifting somewhere between unmotivated and restless. There is so much to do, but I keep distracting myself from one task, with another. So it goes something like this:
I get up to go check my laundry in the dryer. I see a pile of Mia's things that can be put away. I pick some up and bring them to a cabinet (intending to go and get the rest). Once in the kitchen I notice that I can move the trash bag closer to the front door. I do that. Then I remember I was going to check my laundry, so out I go. Back in I see the rest of the pile of Mia's stuff, and also some shoes. Where to put shoes? Off to my closet to see where the shoes should go. On my way, I see the bathroom...did I spray Tilex in the shower today? I don't think so. Hmmm, the Tilex is in the kitchen, I should move that. On the way to the kitchen I see Mia's stuff, grab some and put it away. Now, why was I in the kitchen? Back to my room. Oh, Tilex. To the kitchen.
That whole process took about 35 minutes and accomplished putting away two of Mia's things. I'm basically running around in circles, and it can not be the most efficient way to do things. can. not.
I think the laundry is done, which now means it's time for the grocery store - oh joy. I'm going to go there without a list and see what it is I think I need, which is a horrible idea. But at least at the grocery store I can go up and down the aisles in order - instead of run in circles. It'll be a nice change.
and, I never Tilexed the tub. damn.
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
allison, this is for you!
I finally started playing with some of the options on my camera. I took this picture with "color swap" - no photoshop here, my camera is awesome!
And this one was taken using the "color accent" option.
Maybe I should take a photography class! (haha.)
And this one was taken using the "color accent" option.
Maybe I should take a photography class! (haha.)
Monday, August 06, 2007
pop quiz
My mom recently pointed out that I've gone to school in four capitol cities. (Actually, to be accurate, she pointed out that I've lived in 3 capitol cities, and I corrected her and said I'd never lived in one yet, but that I'd been to school in four - not three.) But, regardless, it's true - four capitol cities. Can you name all four?Bonus points if you can name the school and degree that came out of each!
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