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…if I even hate my job in my dreams?
I dreamed last night that I woke up to the alarm, and just hid under the covers, telling my husband that I just couldn’t face my job. I forced myself out of bed, and got ready for work, all the while in a big funk because I really, really, really hate my job.
Not exactly one of those dreams that’s real hard to interpret, huh?
Anyone who’s read this blog for a while knows about Felicia, my “PhD bear”. I got Felicia at Build a Bear the night of my PhD proposal defense. She’s working on her PhD in astronomy, just like me, and has accompanied me to grad-student type places over the past three years (such as AAS meetings and talks I’ve given).
So, when we went to Build a Bear last weekend for my birthday party, I knew I needed to pick another friend that somehow meshed with my personality. Jo was born. She’s more of an arty type than Felicia. In fact, Jo is currently writing a novel, though she won’t tell any of us what its about. I’m still getting to know her, but the part of her personality that has been emerging is quite different from Felicia. She’s much girlier, picking an outfit with fairies on it. Her chosen Halloween costume is a Tinkerbell outfit; her reason was that she really liked the wings and the cute little ballerina-type slippers.
Oh, and notice the sweater she’s wearing in the picture – Sweetie knitted that for her along with a matching scarf.
Anyway, I just wanted to introduce Jo, since she might be showing up here from time to time, just like Felicia.
The big 3-5!
Sweetie flew in last night, so she and I headed off this morning to pick up balloons and ice. (I bribed her my noting that there was a Starbucks next to the party store – this got her going without too much cajolling this morning.) When we got back to the house, Crash and Mushi had arrived (a 4-6 hour drive for them, which they did this morning…yikes!). We used the tall boys to help us decorate for the second phase of the party; though, some things were better left to us girls.
Next we took off for lunch and a quick stop at the Hello Kitty porn store (as Mushi calls it), since Mushi wanted to see what new stuff they had. From there, we headed off to Tysons Corner for phase one of the party.
The girls convened at Build a Bear Workshop, while the guys went off and did whatever. Our party leader was great with our bunch of crazy, fun-loving, more-kid-than-adult adults. Oddly enough, none of us actually picked out a bear at Build a BEAR – there were four bunnies, two puppies, and a giraffe. We all danced while we stuffed our “bears”:
Wondering why things have been quiet ’round here? I’ve been cleaning like an idiot so that we can have PARTY this weekend. A birthday party to be exact…for me! I’m not sure if it’s really sad that I’m throwing myself a party or not, but I frankly don’t care. My best friends are coming into town for the day, and, of course, friends from the area. The girls are starting at Build a Bear, and then we’ll all be at our house for dinner, cake, booze, games, whatever.
I’m soooo looking forward to tomorrow! (And tonight, since Sweetie gets in tonight…w00t!)
[Update (2:40pm): We have cake!!!!]
My “junk mail” report ended up being flagged as junk.
In Norway, the head of one of the political parties is all up-in-arms that schoolboys have to sit to pee (Urination will go to committee)
“It is a human right not to have to sit down like a girl,” Kleppe said.
Err. Right. I’ve been in a unisex bathroom, and I’ve avioded them ever since. Why? Because men can’t aim. I can’t imagine that boys are any better. Making them sit down will reduce the work for the janitorial staff, clearly, and make the restroom much, much more sanitary.
But, of course, FSM knows what might happen to these boys if they have to sit down “like girls” to pee. Maybe they’ll grow up to be gay. Or worse, sensitive.
Give me a f—ing break. Don’t these people in Norway have better things to do with taxpayers’ time than this? The sad thing is that I could totally see this happening here in the US, too.
[via Bitch PhD]
“Pro-Family” groups* are upset** with the American Library Association for Banned Books Week:
“What people need to understand is that this is the American Library Association’s way of trying to censor those who exercise their free speech rights and say that there are books in the library that should not be available to children.”
Huh? First amendment right to censor? Can anyone take these people seriously?
Their main problem seems to be that none of the books were actually banned across the nation. No, but books have been challenged, and groups like these so-called pro-family people would be perfectly happy if many of these challenged books were, in fact, banned.
Boo-hoo “pro-family” groups who have a problem with banned books week because it shines a big spotlight on your intolerance. Perhaps the place for discussions on books you feel are inappropriate for you children is in your household, since not every parent shares your narrow-minded views. Indeed, the first amendment is alive and well in public libraries and schools, and those of us who celebrate banned books week intend to keep it that way.
*Because, of course, if you don’t support their view that we should censor books, then clearly you aren’t pro-family.
**I’m a little ashamed to be linking to a “focus on the family” site, but there it is. Please don’t think any less of me.
Here’s my life for the past week-plus:
I have to say that I’m tired. Just tired. I need some time to just chill, but I also need some time to work on my thesis. Right now, though, I’m too tired to think on that level. I’m stealing back some of my time this week, and hopefully next week I’ll be able to get back on my thesis.
That’s right, Andrew has put up with me as my husband for two years now. I can hardly believe it. This has been a great year for us, and hard to believe that our wedding was already two years ago. I still remember it as though it were yesterday.
I love you, Andrew, and look forward to growing together in the coming years.
Let’s just say I don’t dress up. At least not often, and usually when I “dress up”, it’s not business dress-up, but a more casual skirt and top or slacks and top. Today, for our visits on the hill, I dressed up in business clothes, complete with nylons and dress shoes.
I have to say that it’s amazing the difference in my attitude when I’m wearing professional clothes. I felt important, like I had something to say, something to contribute. And the “clump” of my shoes added to my feelings.
Having said that, I must point out that nylons are made of pure evil. To get them on in the first place, much grunting, hopping and dancing must occur. Then, of course, they have to come off part-way at times during the day as I…um…relieved my bladder. But they never go on the same way they did when I was at home. No, of course not. They are slightly twisted, or the crotch is lower than it should be.
In addition to nylons, I wore a body-constricting undergarment to make me smoother under the dress. I was smart this time (unlike last time), and wore the undergarment over the nylons. However, I discovered new adventures with the undergarment. It has snaps in the crotch to make going to the bathroom easy. I don’t actually use them, but today they came undone in the middle of the day. While I was standing in the hall. Waiting for a meeting. To make matters worse, shortly after the snaps came undone, the bottom edges of the garment started to creep up, eventually forming a constricting belt at my waist. And there was nothing I could do about it except keep my face neutral, go into the next meeting, and wait until I could get into the ladies’ room.
Oh, and don’t get me started on the shoes
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