Hi. Remember me?
I’m wearing pigtails, and it feels good. So do the scrubs my sister stole from the hospital she did a rotation in. Poor medical student = comfy Christmas presents for the family.
Note to whomever reads this: do not a) quit your job, b) start a new career, c) go off the pill and d) buy a house all in the same three-month period.
Too much info with the pill thing? Yeah. You must be a guy. Us girls, we understand. And no, I’m not looking to become a mommy. Really – do you think I need another layer of stress in my life right now? I’d just rather not saddle my body with more chemicals than necessary.
Wine is your friend. So is a complete meltdown on your husband because you haven’t slept in two weeks and are sustaining yourself completely on Dunkin’ Donuts new mocha lattes. I’m not stressed. Don’t know the meaning of the word.
Wanna come help pack up our apartment, document my two years at my job while still doing my job in half the time I normally worked at my job, and teach three classes? Huh? Wanna? Wanna?
Work is starting to realize I’m not there 50 hours a week anymore, but 24, and there’s only so much a human being can do in 24 hours a week. Amen.
I started teaching a new class tonight. Adult learners – definitely different than any other class I’ve taught. Going to be a challenge – but there’s a huge opportunity for a spring job in the program. I’m not sure how I feel about that yet – I like working with youngins. The English department chair emailed me today, looking for my spring availabilty – a few more freshman basic writing classes. Works for me.
Today is Alisa’s blogiversay. We love Alisa. You should, too.
I need a big anvil to fall out of the sky, ala Wiley Coyote, and knock me out so I can get some real sleep and not toss and turn and wonder and dream about whether or not we signed the right papers and worry about whether or not I’m teaching my kids right and who’s going to take my place at the desk I love with the girls I love – and will they love her? Will they love her more? Those are my girls, chickie.
To quote my high school yearbook: I am soooo stressed.
Ten years later – you’d think I would have learned by now.

I’m Andrew Shepard, and I AM the President.
Man, I love this movie. The big speech gives me goosebumps every time.
I also love processed cheese food much, much more than any person should.
I have NO idea what I’m doing with my classes tomorrow. Anyone got any fun activities on introductions and conclusions?
Did I mention I cleaned the bathroom today with a toothbrush? Yup, two hours and a bottle of Soft Scrub later, I’m not sure I have skin left on my fingers, and I have a weird twitch in my right arm.
I am so random sometimes.

You know what sucks?
Yeah, that does suck.
But you know what sucks more? Passing out on the couch and waking up at 1:30 to realize that not only are there not sheets on the bed, but that you forgot to even put them in the dryer.
Ugh. Time to drag out ones that don’t match from the bottom of the linens bin. Or I could just got back to sleep on the couch — hell, Jay’s out cold. He’ll never know I woke up and went back to sleep!

A typical conversation with perhaps my sickest, yet oddly dearest, friend Q:

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Why is it that suddenly we’re on our way to a big house, and we’re suddenly planning for buying another car AND adopting a little puppy (I want this one!!!!)? Because buying a house isn’t huge enough change, right? We spend way too much time on Petfinder. When I’m not dreaming of all the billowy curtains I’m going to buy, I’m dreaming of little rottie & boxer pups.
So yeah. I give us until Thanksgiving before we have another car (Jay wants a Jeep) and December until we have a puppy. A puppy. God – there are just so few steps left until we have a kid. I always said – I wasn’t having a kid until I was married with a house.
‘Scuse me while I run from the room screaming. When did I grow up? What do you mean I’m not still the little college party girl doing shots behind the bar? A mortgage? When did this all happen?

In case you’re from Boston & need a new desktop image (and aren’t too terribly offended by language) — the actual images aren’t all fuzzy-like:

You can take the girl out of New York — and apparently, you can take the Yankee fan out of her too! I can’t say I’ve been waiting for this as long as some people – I’ve only been rooting for the Sox for about 2 years – but I’m definitely along for the ride (even if they did trade my beloved Shea). Wheeeeeeeeee!
Bye bye teenage angst layout. Bye bye curse. Hellllloooo playoffs!
(My Dad would SO disown me if he saw this layout.)

To all the miserable stress the last two weeks, to all the little bits of adrenaline and anxiety that have taken up permanent residency in every cell in my body, and to everything in my brain that says, Get up and do something, chick!, I say this:
It is 3:40 on a Saturday afternoon, and I am STILL in my pjs.
Ha! Take THAT!

Muhahahahahaaaa. We just got our approval letter for the mortgage!

Ok, you should have gone to see the Best of Craigslist by now. If you haven’t, here’s a taste of what you’re missing – and I use the concept of taste very, very lightly.
I am so warped. I’m in absolute hysterics over here.

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