A woman and her friend are talking over dinner one evening. The woman says to her friend,
"I have started to name my ex-boyfriends after soda. One boyfriend I call 7-Up, because he was seven inches and was always able to get it up. Another I call Mountain Dew, because when he got to the mountain, he always knew what to do".
"And the third...?" asked the friend.
"I call him Jack Daniels" she replies.
"That's not soda, that's hard liquor!"
"Yep."
19.12.04
Chinese Food & Transiberian Orchestra
For Patrick's birthday (which is actually tomorrow) I decided to take him to dinner at the Capital Grille (our favorite restaurant in Michigan) and to the Transiberian Orchestra as a means of celebration. I made reservations for dinner at 5:30 on Friday and the concert was at 8:30. We decided to leave Ann Arbor for the 45-minute drive to Troy, MI at 4 pm, thinking that this would be enough time to get there, even with rush hour traffic. How wrong we were. We didn't reach the restaurant until 6:30. Our table given away, and no hope of getting another one in time to be able to leave for the concert, we went to the mall that the Capital Grill is located in, in hope of finding something to eat. All the restaurants had an hour to an hour and a half wait. So we went up to the food court and found a semi decent Chinese food place. We sat down in the food court, Patrick in his suit and I dressed up as nicely as I can be (let's face it, this is me we're talking about), and we ate our Chinese food. I felt pretty bad, although it wasn't my fault that we missed the reservation, because this was the first time in two years that Patrick and I were really able to celebrate his birthday together. Patrick kept saying that he was just happy to be with me to celebrate his birthday instead of out on the road or in some FIJI house.
We finish dinner and leave the mall to get to the Palace at Auburn Hills (the place where the Piston's play and where the "Basketbrawl" happened). We arrive just in time and pay $15.00 for parking. $15.00 freaking dollars to park!!! We were outraged. Disney Land doesn't even charge that much! We go in and find our seats on the floor. The concert starts and at first I am pretty happy with the music I hear. But then random people start singing random songs that are set to classic Christmas carols. I tried to enjoy it, but I was expecting one thing and we were hearing another. I was expecting something similar to Manheim Steamroller type music, and there were elements of that orchestral type of music in the set, but I was irritated with the other music they were playing. About 45 minutes into the show a very drunk couple came in and plopped down next to Patrick. They were loud and obnoxious and at one point Patrick was ready to kill them-those of you who know Patrick, know I'm not kidding. They left at the end of the first set, which was about an hour later, and Patrick told them "thank you" for leaving. After this hour and 45 minute first half of the show, my hips were killing me and Patrick was fed up with the little drunk idiots and the guy on stage yelling at us about the band. I asked Patrick if we could leave. I knew I couldn't sit through another half of the show and I really didn't want to fight traffic on our hour-long drive back to Ann Arbor. I think he was ready to go too. We got back to Ann Arbor at about 11. We snuggled on the futon/couch, ate our messy caramel apples (I got chocolate all over the place), and watched TV. It was a much better end to a not so great evening. But at least we were together.
Yesterday (Saturday), I made reservations for the Capital Grille for tomorrow (Patrick's birthday). We are going to leave at noon and explore the mall before dinner at 5:45. We ARE NOT going to miss our reservation this time. Damn it.
We finish dinner and leave the mall to get to the Palace at Auburn Hills (the place where the Piston's play and where the "Basketbrawl" happened). We arrive just in time and pay $15.00 for parking. $15.00 freaking dollars to park!!! We were outraged. Disney Land doesn't even charge that much! We go in and find our seats on the floor. The concert starts and at first I am pretty happy with the music I hear. But then random people start singing random songs that are set to classic Christmas carols. I tried to enjoy it, but I was expecting one thing and we were hearing another. I was expecting something similar to Manheim Steamroller type music, and there were elements of that orchestral type of music in the set, but I was irritated with the other music they were playing. About 45 minutes into the show a very drunk couple came in and plopped down next to Patrick. They were loud and obnoxious and at one point Patrick was ready to kill them-those of you who know Patrick, know I'm not kidding. They left at the end of the first set, which was about an hour later, and Patrick told them "thank you" for leaving. After this hour and 45 minute first half of the show, my hips were killing me and Patrick was fed up with the little drunk idiots and the guy on stage yelling at us about the band. I asked Patrick if we could leave. I knew I couldn't sit through another half of the show and I really didn't want to fight traffic on our hour-long drive back to Ann Arbor. I think he was ready to go too. We got back to Ann Arbor at about 11. We snuggled on the futon/couch, ate our messy caramel apples (I got chocolate all over the place), and watched TV. It was a much better end to a not so great evening. But at least we were together.
Yesterday (Saturday), I made reservations for the Capital Grille for tomorrow (Patrick's birthday). We are going to leave at noon and explore the mall before dinner at 5:45. We ARE NOT going to miss our reservation this time. Damn it.
17.12.04
"Oh".
By this time next week, I will be relaxing at my Dad's house, listening to my siblings bicker about who is meaner to whom, and enjoying the fact that I'm home. I can't wait! I'm looking forward to being in familiar surroundings where I'm not constantly cold (I can't seem to get warm here because of the humidity) and where people say "please" and "thank you".
We still can't get over the rudeness of the people here. I confronted one of the cafeteria cashiers recently because all year I have said thank you to her whenever she scans my card. She doesn't look at me, doesn't even acknowledge that I exist when I say it. It's been a major bone of contention for me, not because she ignores me, but because the simple act of saying "thank you" is so completely lost on her. You would think that saying "you're welcome" to someone who thanks you would be ingrained into her head as a normal part of societal niceties. Apparently not. So, one day a week or so ago, I had had enough. I was tired of saying "thank you" and not receiving the affirming response I felt I deserved (call me selfish). I handed this woman my card, she scanned it and handed it back to me (all without ever looking at me once) and I said "thank you". Again, no response. So I stop, instead of my usual moving on to gather tray and silverware, and say to her,
"Typically, it is common courtesy to say 'you're welcome', when someone thanks you". At this point, she looks at me as though she had never seen me before and starts to get rather flustered and looks a little angry. I'm actually pretty happy about this because I know now that she is human, which up until that point I had been unsure of. So I'm waiting for her response, which as we all know, Michigan students all have an opinion about something, so this would have to be good...right? She says "oh", and goes right back to scanning cards of the people coming in behind me.
That was it. No verbal sparring, no righteous indignation, nothing. I was a little disappointed, but in retrospect, what else could she say? Other than "sorry" which I don't think would have been honest, I guess that the only thing she could say to me was "oh".
I have noticed that since this happened, she has been better about saying "thanks" when I hand her my card and "your welcome" when I say thank you. Progress? Maybe. Not wanting to be called out again on her rudeness? More probable. But I'll take what I can get.
We still can't get over the rudeness of the people here. I confronted one of the cafeteria cashiers recently because all year I have said thank you to her whenever she scans my card. She doesn't look at me, doesn't even acknowledge that I exist when I say it. It's been a major bone of contention for me, not because she ignores me, but because the simple act of saying "thank you" is so completely lost on her. You would think that saying "you're welcome" to someone who thanks you would be ingrained into her head as a normal part of societal niceties. Apparently not. So, one day a week or so ago, I had had enough. I was tired of saying "thank you" and not receiving the affirming response I felt I deserved (call me selfish). I handed this woman my card, she scanned it and handed it back to me (all without ever looking at me once) and I said "thank you". Again, no response. So I stop, instead of my usual moving on to gather tray and silverware, and say to her,
"Typically, it is common courtesy to say 'you're welcome', when someone thanks you". At this point, she looks at me as though she had never seen me before and starts to get rather flustered and looks a little angry. I'm actually pretty happy about this because I know now that she is human, which up until that point I had been unsure of. So I'm waiting for her response, which as we all know, Michigan students all have an opinion about something, so this would have to be good...right? She says "oh", and goes right back to scanning cards of the people coming in behind me.
That was it. No verbal sparring, no righteous indignation, nothing. I was a little disappointed, but in retrospect, what else could she say? Other than "sorry" which I don't think would have been honest, I guess that the only thing she could say to me was "oh".
I have noticed that since this happened, she has been better about saying "thanks" when I hand her my card and "your welcome" when I say thank you. Progress? Maybe. Not wanting to be called out again on her rudeness? More probable. But I'll take what I can get.
12.12.04
A week of reflection
This week, and particularly this weekend, Patrick and I have been doing a lot of contemplation about where to go from here. Out current situation is that I am in a job I hate that I can only work in for another year. Patrick's position with the fraternity only pays him $250 a month but provides him room and board. Unfortunately, neither of our jobs pay us enough to go to afford Michigan at out of state rates (it would amount to $100,000 for three years, for each of us). The cost of living here is awful. It is really expensive-with apartments costing anywhere from $900 to $1500 a month. Since Patrick didn't get into the second career program, which would only take a year, we have found ourselves revaluating our situation here in Ann Arbor. We've started talking about moving back to Albuquerque to finish our undergraduate program at UNM (a lot cheaper and a fine education) and then when we are done, move to wherever we want for a masters degree. This would work a lot better for us because we will have a more marketable skill and will be able to work while getting our masters degrees.
We are also talking about buying a house. We figured an apartment would be more costly in the long run. We would probably be in Albuquerque for at least 3 to 5 years and when we leave to finish our masters we can rent the house out or sell it.
We still have a lot of things to work out and a final decision to make, but I think we are on the right track. Hopefully we will have a final decision by the beginning of the new year.
We are also talking about buying a house. We figured an apartment would be more costly in the long run. We would probably be in Albuquerque for at least 3 to 5 years and when we leave to finish our masters we can rent the house out or sell it.
We still have a lot of things to work out and a final decision to make, but I think we are on the right track. Hopefully we will have a final decision by the beginning of the new year.
6.12.04
A rather disappointing weekend
So the weekend started off pretty good. My progress at Curves was positive, Patrick and I had gone to see Closer and we both thought it was a very well done (although sad) movie. It was just a very relaxing beginning.
Friday night, we spoke to Patrick's mom Lois, and found out that their cat had just died. Herbi was 22 1/2 years old and was a significant part of the family. She was Lois' alarm clock and she kept the elephants away from the house. I guess it was kind of expected that Herbi would live forever. She never slowed down in her activity level and was always keeping Lois on her toes. It was pretty hard on both Patrick and Lois.
Saturday night, Patrick got his letter from Michigan saying that he was not accepted to the second career nursing program. He says that he kind of knew that he wasn't going to be, but it was extremely disappointing anyway. He is going to apply as a transfer sophomore for Umich's Nursing school and see what happens. He's also applying to UNM and UofA's sophomore transfer programs. I guess a bit more waiting is in store.
Friday night, we spoke to Patrick's mom Lois, and found out that their cat had just died. Herbi was 22 1/2 years old and was a significant part of the family. She was Lois' alarm clock and she kept the elephants away from the house. I guess it was kind of expected that Herbi would live forever. She never slowed down in her activity level and was always keeping Lois on her toes. It was pretty hard on both Patrick and Lois.
Saturday night, Patrick got his letter from Michigan saying that he was not accepted to the second career nursing program. He says that he kind of knew that he wasn't going to be, but it was extremely disappointing anyway. He is going to apply as a transfer sophomore for Umich's Nursing school and see what happens. He's also applying to UNM and UofA's sophomore transfer programs. I guess a bit more waiting is in store.
4.12.04
Curves Weigh In & weekend plans
Today I got my Curves report card. I didn't do too badly, total loss of 5 pounds and 11.25 inches. I lost 1.5 inches on my bust, 1.25 on my waist, 1.5 on my hips, 5 on my thighs, and 2 on my arms. My BMI went down by 0.60% and I lost 3.5 pounds of body fat alone. All in all, not too bad for my first month. I got a sticker and a lot of affirmation which was nice too. Patrick is great about this whole thing and is so very supportive. We put my report card on the fridge as part of an incentive for me to continue to do well.
We're pretty excited about our weekend plans. Today we are going to make gingerbread houses and walk around down town to finish up some Christmas shopping. We're almost done and want to get finished as soon as possible so we can send this stuff home.
All in all a good start to the weekend.
We're pretty excited about our weekend plans. Today we are going to make gingerbread houses and walk around down town to finish up some Christmas shopping. We're almost done and want to get finished as soon as possible so we can send this stuff home.
All in all a good start to the weekend.
30.11.04
Back at work
So I'm back in the office and I already miss the lazy days of the Thanksgiving break. Fortunately, we only have a little less than three weeks until we can go home. I'm really looking forward to a hot tortilla burger with red chile from Blue Corn and guacamole that actually tastes like it should. Yum!
I got a few graduation announcements this last week from two of the RAs I supervised last year. It's hard to believe how quickly time flies by. Congratulations Buddah & Holly!
Patrick called UNM yesterday and found out that he wasn't accepted to the second career nursing program (there were 16 spots and 250 applicants), but that he does have the option to enter the nursing program as a "sophomore". The good thing about this would be that because he already has a degree he can head right into his nursing classes and clinicals-bypassing a lot of the classes that they require but that he probably already has.
Still no word from U of M.
Tomorrow the Leadership Team (all of the Hall Directors and Associate Hall Directors) are meeting for a pot luck and gift wrapping session. I would love to bring Julie's "world famous" cookies, but I don't have an oven (damn U of M). So I thought I would make some guacamole and bring that. But...there are about 30 people on the LT and I don't want to go broke buying avocados. So I have no idea. Nate, Adam and I are going to the store and hopefully I'll be inspired.
I got a few graduation announcements this last week from two of the RAs I supervised last year. It's hard to believe how quickly time flies by. Congratulations Buddah & Holly!
Patrick called UNM yesterday and found out that he wasn't accepted to the second career nursing program (there were 16 spots and 250 applicants), but that he does have the option to enter the nursing program as a "sophomore". The good thing about this would be that because he already has a degree he can head right into his nursing classes and clinicals-bypassing a lot of the classes that they require but that he probably already has.
Still no word from U of M.
Tomorrow the Leadership Team (all of the Hall Directors and Associate Hall Directors) are meeting for a pot luck and gift wrapping session. I would love to bring Julie's "world famous" cookies, but I don't have an oven (damn U of M). So I thought I would make some guacamole and bring that. But...there are about 30 people on the LT and I don't want to go broke buying avocados. So I have no idea. Nate, Adam and I are going to the store and hopefully I'll be inspired.
28.11.04
Thanksgiving I'm almost done with Christmas shopping...
This Thanksgiving break, Patrick and I had a very relaxing time for the most part. We laid around and watched movies or TV. We had a wonderful meal at The Gandy Dancer, which so happens to be converted from a train station. We had a window seat next to the tracks and two trains went by while we were there. It was pretty neat to watch. We both got the traditional turkey dinner and we both left the candied yams on our plates to stare back at us. I was able to talk with my family and wish them a happy Thanksgiving. I was also able to talk with Gemma (who was studying) and Julie (who was driving home from her new job in California).
Yesterday and today Patrick and I decided to try to get as much Christmas shopping done as possible. With my family (huge) and Patrick's family (smaller, but still sizeable) we have a lot to take care of. In the next few weeks Patrick will be busy with exams and I will be busy with interviews and helping to close up this bloody building so all the little blighters can go home; so we figured we should get a lot of our shopping out of the way. Granted, at times it was a frustrating endeavor, trying to get through the throngs of idiots out with their unruly children (IN STROLLERS!! the worst invention ever). But, fortunately for us, we were able to get a good deal of it done. A majority of it we are having shipped to NM, so that we aren't trying to take it on the plane with us, but a few of the lighter things we shouldn't have a problem taking home on the 23rd.
We will hopefully find out this week if Patrick has been admitted to U of M for nursing. He is also going to call UNM this week to find out what the hell is going on with them, because they still haven't told him one way or another if he has been accepted to their program.
Hopefully some good news in the next week.
Yesterday and today Patrick and I decided to try to get as much Christmas shopping done as possible. With my family (huge) and Patrick's family (smaller, but still sizeable) we have a lot to take care of. In the next few weeks Patrick will be busy with exams and I will be busy with interviews and helping to close up this bloody building so all the little blighters can go home; so we figured we should get a lot of our shopping out of the way. Granted, at times it was a frustrating endeavor, trying to get through the throngs of idiots out with their unruly children (IN STROLLERS!! the worst invention ever). But, fortunately for us, we were able to get a good deal of it done. A majority of it we are having shipped to NM, so that we aren't trying to take it on the plane with us, but a few of the lighter things we shouldn't have a problem taking home on the 23rd.
We will hopefully find out this week if Patrick has been admitted to U of M for nursing. He is also going to call UNM this week to find out what the hell is going on with them, because they still haven't told him one way or another if he has been accepted to their program.
Hopefully some good news in the next week.
22.11.04
Dissection & an amazing whining fest - you have been warned
Patrick and I had the opportunity to go to the medical school here to look at several cadavers in various stages of dissection, as part of his A & P class. We went on Friday night after dinner. We bought some vapo rub to cover the smell, but were surprised that we didn't need it. The rooms were well ventilated and so the smell wasn't too bad.
The U of M med school has changed their way of teaching Gross Anatomy so that the students focus on systems rather than regions of the body to study at one time. They were focusing on the cardiovascular system and so we were able to look at the lungs and heart as they were pretty much the only things really exposed.
After observing some of these cadavers, most of whom had died with cancer or emphysema, I will say this - if you smoke, quit. Looking at these lungs you would have thought that they had just been severely burned. It was really sad.
We were able to pick up the hearts and lungs to examine them a little more thoroughly, which was interesting. There was one cadaver that had had breast implants that had been removed and were just sitting on the dissecting table. I picked it up and was surprised that it felt the way it did. Smooth is probably the best way to describe it. It was pretty incredible.
One of the instructors from the A & P classes started cutting on one of the cadavers to show the students the testicles and cut the tip of the penis off in order to show how the blood infuses the tissues to cause it to become erect. She also cut out one of the eyes to show the optic nerve and how thick it is. It was all pretty amazing stuff.
Sunday Patrick got fed up with my squinting at the television and computer so he dragged me (kicking and screaming) to the optometrist. Because I hadn't had my eyes examined since I was about 12, I figured I should get all the testing done that is possible. So they tested for glaucoma, field distance test, peripheral vision test, and they dilated my eyes (which was an interesting experience). It turns out that I'm a little near sighted. Bloody hell. I have to wear glasses when I am working on the computer (all day at work), watching TV, or driving at night. Yay. So Patrick helps me to pick out frames for my new glasses (if he weren't there I might have bought some frames that make me look like my mother - no offense Mom) and he drives me home and since I can't drive anywhere, he takes Zoom Zoom home with him. It was a somewhat depressing day to tell you the truth. I had had "perfect" vision, and that is now shot to hell. Damn it.
To add insult to injury, my knee (the one I had surgery on in 1997) has decided that it is now the perfect time to cause me pain. People here think that it is because of the weather. Yet another reason to hate this place. So I am doing all I can to ease the pain (mostly because Patrick is shoving ibuprophen down my throat). Today I went to buy a knee brace and some Icy Hot and am sitting in my office with a heating pad on my knee.
Hey, you can't say I didn't warn you that this posting was almost all about me whining. =0)
On a positive note (there has to be at least one more to end with!). Patrick and I have a place to have Thanksgiving dinner at! We had hoped to go back to The Capital Grille, but they are closed. So we made reservations at a place here in Ann Arbor called The Gandy Dancer, which is supposed to be very good. Yay for Thanksgiving break!
Another good note to end on- Gemma got a job with a firm that will pay her excellent money and will hopefully allow her and Josh to get married! Yay!!!
The U of M med school has changed their way of teaching Gross Anatomy so that the students focus on systems rather than regions of the body to study at one time. They were focusing on the cardiovascular system and so we were able to look at the lungs and heart as they were pretty much the only things really exposed.
After observing some of these cadavers, most of whom had died with cancer or emphysema, I will say this - if you smoke, quit. Looking at these lungs you would have thought that they had just been severely burned. It was really sad.
We were able to pick up the hearts and lungs to examine them a little more thoroughly, which was interesting. There was one cadaver that had had breast implants that had been removed and were just sitting on the dissecting table. I picked it up and was surprised that it felt the way it did. Smooth is probably the best way to describe it. It was pretty incredible.
One of the instructors from the A & P classes started cutting on one of the cadavers to show the students the testicles and cut the tip of the penis off in order to show how the blood infuses the tissues to cause it to become erect. She also cut out one of the eyes to show the optic nerve and how thick it is. It was all pretty amazing stuff.
Sunday Patrick got fed up with my squinting at the television and computer so he dragged me (kicking and screaming) to the optometrist. Because I hadn't had my eyes examined since I was about 12, I figured I should get all the testing done that is possible. So they tested for glaucoma, field distance test, peripheral vision test, and they dilated my eyes (which was an interesting experience). It turns out that I'm a little near sighted. Bloody hell. I have to wear glasses when I am working on the computer (all day at work), watching TV, or driving at night. Yay. So Patrick helps me to pick out frames for my new glasses (if he weren't there I might have bought some frames that make me look like my mother - no offense Mom) and he drives me home and since I can't drive anywhere, he takes Zoom Zoom home with him. It was a somewhat depressing day to tell you the truth. I had had "perfect" vision, and that is now shot to hell. Damn it.
To add insult to injury, my knee (the one I had surgery on in 1997) has decided that it is now the perfect time to cause me pain. People here think that it is because of the weather. Yet another reason to hate this place. So I am doing all I can to ease the pain (mostly because Patrick is shoving ibuprophen down my throat). Today I went to buy a knee brace and some Icy Hot and am sitting in my office with a heating pad on my knee.
Hey, you can't say I didn't warn you that this posting was almost all about me whining. =0)
On a positive note (there has to be at least one more to end with!). Patrick and I have a place to have Thanksgiving dinner at! We had hoped to go back to The Capital Grille, but they are closed. So we made reservations at a place here in Ann Arbor called The Gandy Dancer, which is supposed to be very good. Yay for Thanksgiving break!
Another good note to end on- Gemma got a job with a firm that will pay her excellent money and will hopefully allow her and Josh to get married! Yay!!!
16.11.04
A Capital Weekend...
Dinner at the Capital Grill this weekend was amazing! I had an amazing piece of salmon and Patrick had a really flavorful dry aged porterhouse steak. Patrick had told the restaurant that we were celebrating our anniversary and so at the end of our meal they brought us two deserts - a creme brulee and a very rich chocolate espresso flourless cake. I had never had a "good " creme brulee and so I was willing to let Patrick have both deserts (I don't like espresso/coffee cakes). But he encouraged me to try the creme brulee and I loved it! It was more like a pudding than the very gross egg like nastiness I was expecting (bad experience with flan - ick). So he ate the espresso chocolate cake and I ate the creme brulee and we went home very full with left overs! The entire dinner was very reasonably priced as well as delicious. I think we are planning on going back for Thanksgiving (if they are open) and if not, we want to go back again soon. It was really wonderful food!
The rest of the weekend was uneventful and relaxing, which is good because I have nearly lost all my brain cells in the process of all these interviews. I was right about yesterday (Monday) sucking. It was awful. I was litterally at work for 13 hours straight without a break for lunch or dinner. Today hasn't been too awful. I didn't have to be here until 1 pm. So it was nice to get some rest and relax with Patrick this morning. I have my last interview of the day in about 10 minutes. Yay! The rest of these bloody things are spread out over the next three weeks, so it won't be too bad.
Katie left NM today to go out to NC to be with Seneca. He has been there for a little over a month with his family. His mom (Tammy) is still not doing very well. As Katie put it, they are making her well enough to die. From what Katie said, they will be there until March so I won't get to see her for Christmas. I'm going to see if I can possibly go down to NC to visit Gemma (surprise!) and Katie at some point next semester - if I can get the time off of school.
Curves is going well. I feel a lot better and I'm seeing some improvements - although small. I've only been there about three weeks so that is something at least!
Those of you that know me well, know that I HATE milk. I don't drink the stuff and I even go so far as to buy soy milk to use on cereal. Well, wonder of wonders, lately I have been mixing skim milk with chocolate milk to drink in the cafeteria. I can't get enough of the stuff. Even now, I hate the thought of drinking it, but I crave it. No, I am NOT pregnant. Trust me. I'm not. It just strikes me as very odd.
Well, time to sit through another fun interview of "I want to be a RA because my old RA sucked and I think I can do a much better job...". Yay.
The rest of the weekend was uneventful and relaxing, which is good because I have nearly lost all my brain cells in the process of all these interviews. I was right about yesterday (Monday) sucking. It was awful. I was litterally at work for 13 hours straight without a break for lunch or dinner. Today hasn't been too awful. I didn't have to be here until 1 pm. So it was nice to get some rest and relax with Patrick this morning. I have my last interview of the day in about 10 minutes. Yay! The rest of these bloody things are spread out over the next three weeks, so it won't be too bad.
Katie left NM today to go out to NC to be with Seneca. He has been there for a little over a month with his family. His mom (Tammy) is still not doing very well. As Katie put it, they are making her well enough to die. From what Katie said, they will be there until March so I won't get to see her for Christmas. I'm going to see if I can possibly go down to NC to visit Gemma (surprise!) and Katie at some point next semester - if I can get the time off of school.
Curves is going well. I feel a lot better and I'm seeing some improvements - although small. I've only been there about three weeks so that is something at least!
Those of you that know me well, know that I HATE milk. I don't drink the stuff and I even go so far as to buy soy milk to use on cereal. Well, wonder of wonders, lately I have been mixing skim milk with chocolate milk to drink in the cafeteria. I can't get enough of the stuff. Even now, I hate the thought of drinking it, but I crave it. No, I am NOT pregnant. Trust me. I'm not. It just strikes me as very odd.
Well, time to sit through another fun interview of "I want to be a RA because my old RA sucked and I think I can do a much better job...". Yay.
12.11.04
RA Interviewing
We are getting ready to start interviewing RA candidates next week. For those of you reading this who know anything about the Res Life system, typically staff selection takes place in the spring. Not so at Michigan. Applications were due Wednesday (410 applications were accepted for roughly 170 spots), screening interviews begin on Monday and then "In Building" interviews will begin the third week in December extending on through the first two weeks in January. Selection takes place on MLK Day and those cadidates who are sucessful are notified and they then register for staff class (Psych 405) for the Winter semester (what most places call the Spring semester).
Each Associate Hall Director and Hall Director had to sign up for 20 screening interviews (which is not a big deal after having to do about 30 at UNM). Unfortunately, because of the way the campus is designed - there is a Central Campus (where I am at and where EVERYONE and their mother wants to live), Hill Area, and North Campus (which is about 2 miles from the main campus)- all the HD/AHDs (there are only 9 of us) on Central Campus got all of their time slots filled. The Hill and North Campus HD/AHDs got as few as 3 and as many as 15. It gets better...
The trick to screening interviews is, that if I am interviewing someone, I can't score their application (they score the essays and recommendation letters)-either Adam or Stacey have to. So, I have to get the applicant's file, give it to Adam, have him read the application and the 5 (yes, five) essays the applicant wrote and he then has to score them on a scale of 1 - 5. Adam is giving me his files and Stacey is giving hers to him. It's ring-around the applicant files!
Once the screening interviews are done we, as a Building Team (Stacey, Adam, and I) have to decide who we want to interview for South Quad staff. Ick.
Adam didn't know he was going to a conference on Monday and Tuesday and told the selection committee that he was free all day, both days. So he got ten interviews scheduled for two days that he won't even be here! Fortunately, Stacey was able to pick up two and I was able to take six. He only has to get two more covered. This should be interesting...
Needless to say, Monday is going to kind of suck for me. I have six interviews and then a staff meeting that night. Tuesday will be better though. I only have five interviews and there aren't any major meetings that day.
Is it Thanksgiving yet??
Each Associate Hall Director and Hall Director had to sign up for 20 screening interviews (which is not a big deal after having to do about 30 at UNM). Unfortunately, because of the way the campus is designed - there is a Central Campus (where I am at and where EVERYONE and their mother wants to live), Hill Area, and North Campus (which is about 2 miles from the main campus)- all the HD/AHDs (there are only 9 of us) on Central Campus got all of their time slots filled. The Hill and North Campus HD/AHDs got as few as 3 and as many as 15. It gets better...
The trick to screening interviews is, that if I am interviewing someone, I can't score their application (they score the essays and recommendation letters)-either Adam or Stacey have to. So, I have to get the applicant's file, give it to Adam, have him read the application and the 5 (yes, five) essays the applicant wrote and he then has to score them on a scale of 1 - 5. Adam is giving me his files and Stacey is giving hers to him. It's ring-around the applicant files!
Once the screening interviews are done we, as a Building Team (Stacey, Adam, and I) have to decide who we want to interview for South Quad staff. Ick.
Adam didn't know he was going to a conference on Monday and Tuesday and told the selection committee that he was free all day, both days. So he got ten interviews scheduled for two days that he won't even be here! Fortunately, Stacey was able to pick up two and I was able to take six. He only has to get two more covered. This should be interesting...
Needless to say, Monday is going to kind of suck for me. I have six interviews and then a staff meeting that night. Tuesday will be better though. I only have five interviews and there aren't any major meetings that day.
Is it Thanksgiving yet??
11.11.04
Ready to be Done
Things have been somewhat slow the last few days. I'm really looking forward to going to The Capital Grill tomorrow for (our anniversary) dinner and to the town of Frankenmuth on Saturday. I only recently found out about Frankenmuth from Adam and, as a Christmas fanatic, I'm pretty excited to go. An entire town that is dedicated to Christmas sounds almost too good to be true. Around this time of year it is supposed to be incredible to visit. They have lights, decorations, and ornaments from all over and it should be pretty amazing.
Tomorrow I am going to Washtenaw to get any holds removed so that I can take the classes I need next semester. I'm very excited to be taking classes next semester. I didn't think I would miss it, but I do. This is the first time in years that I have taken a semester off from class and I'm feeling like I don't know what to do with myself. I'm hoping when I am actually "done" I won't miss being in the classroom. Of course, by then I think I will have other things to worry about and occupy my time.
I'm also very ready to be done with this semester because I am not enjoying it. I tell myself that with classes and definately knowing where we (Patrick and I) will be living and going to school, things will be better. I really hope I'm not wrong.
Tomorrow I am going to Washtenaw to get any holds removed so that I can take the classes I need next semester. I'm very excited to be taking classes next semester. I didn't think I would miss it, but I do. This is the first time in years that I have taken a semester off from class and I'm feeling like I don't know what to do with myself. I'm hoping when I am actually "done" I won't miss being in the classroom. Of course, by then I think I will have other things to worry about and occupy my time.
I'm also very ready to be done with this semester because I am not enjoying it. I tell myself that with classes and definately knowing where we (Patrick and I) will be living and going to school, things will be better. I really hope I'm not wrong.
7.11.04
Happy Anniversary!
Our anniversary on Friday was uneventful, but that isn't always a bad thing. We did go see The Incredibles (which was a pretty awesome movie by the way). Afterwards, Patrick dropped me off at a bar with Nate, Adam and a few other AHDs while Patrick went to take care of some things for the fraternity chartering (you know-the thing I had to get dressed up for). I was out until about 1:30 am at a piano bar in Ypsilanti and didn't get home until 2:30. Which means that I was pretty tired for my hair appointment on Saturday. Because I didn't have a ball gown for the chartering (I was in a very pretty, elegant, formal pantsuit instead, and I was a hell of a lot more comfortable!) I wanted to have a formal updo. So I go to have my hair done Saturday morning. I made a firm decision that morning. When I get married, I will have short hair that will not require any type of updo. They had more bobby pins, hairspray, and hair paste in my hair than I have ever seen in my life. They made sure that my hair wasn't going anywhere but it hurt beyond belief.
The chartering went very well. It was nice to see what all Patrick's hard work had gone towards. He did a great job and I was very proud of him. I finally understand why he is a FIJI and what that means to him.
At the end of the night we went home and he took all the pins out of my hair and after I washed the shalack out he massaged my head, which was VERY sore, and then brushed my hair. He almost put me to sleep.
Seven years and he still manages to amaze me.
The chartering went very well. It was nice to see what all Patrick's hard work had gone towards. He did a great job and I was very proud of him. I finally understand why he is a FIJI and what that means to him.
At the end of the night we went home and he took all the pins out of my hair and after I washed the shalack out he massaged my head, which was VERY sore, and then brushed my hair. He almost put me to sleep.
Seven years and he still manages to amaze me.
4.11.04
McDonalds sucks
Yesterday I went back to the outlet mall where I had found the skirt I wanted to buy for the chartering on Saturday night. I tried on the skirt and hated it. I looked awful and worse, I felt like crap in it. I put the bloody thing on when I looked in the mirror, I felt fake. I didn't feel like me. Normally, when you dress up, you aren't supposed to feel like yourself it's true. You are supposed to feel like a more glamorous rendition of who you are. That is the way I felt when I wore one of my grandmother's gowns to a FIJI formal during undergrad. I didn't get that feeling when I put this skirt on. I felt dowdy and frumpy and like I was swimming in material. So, I took the skirt off, hung it up and left. Feeling, honestly, like a failure. What is wrong with me that I can't find a decent gown for a formal gathering? Something that is simple, understated, elegant and doesn't make me feel like crap when I wear it. I decide that I am going to find a simple skirt or pants here in Ann Arbor. Patrick said he doesn't care what I wear, a burlap sack would be fine with him, so long as I am happy in it. Although, he did say I can't wear any Bosnian refugee clothing (for those of you who don't understand-this means that I cannot wear any clothing that is so large that I can fit a family of Bosnian refugees in it with me). Damn.
So, I leave the mall and realize that I am starving. The only thing on the way out of the city is a McDonalds so I stop and get a grilled chicked sandwich without mayonnaise. It was AWFUL. I choked it down on the way home because I there was nothing else until Ann Arbor (an hour away). I get back and later on that night my stomach is not so happy. It doesn't like the chicken sandwich either. Patrick tells me I am running a fever even though I am cold. I don't sleep very well and this morning I woke up with a headache. My stomach calmed down but I called in to work for the morning because I am not going to play "race for the porceline god" the office edition.
Tomorrow I am taking the day off to go with Patrick to see The Incredibles (yay!) for our anniversary.
So, I leave the mall and realize that I am starving. The only thing on the way out of the city is a McDonalds so I stop and get a grilled chicked sandwich without mayonnaise. It was AWFUL. I choked it down on the way home because I there was nothing else until Ann Arbor (an hour away). I get back and later on that night my stomach is not so happy. It doesn't like the chicken sandwich either. Patrick tells me I am running a fever even though I am cold. I don't sleep very well and this morning I woke up with a headache. My stomach calmed down but I called in to work for the morning because I am not going to play "race for the porceline god" the office edition.
Tomorrow I am taking the day off to go with Patrick to see The Incredibles (yay!) for our anniversary.
31.10.04
Cedar Point & fluffy cotton candy sweaters
I forgot that I made plans with Patrick for Saturday-we were planning to go to Cedar Point Amusement Park in Sandusky, OH (about a 2 hour drive from Ann Arbor). Cedar Point is a huge amusement park that has been rated the "best" seven years in a row. Patrick has been dying to go for the last two years, but never had the chance. So we made plans to go for the Halloweekend theme. Of course, I don't put this in my Palm Pilot (yes, I finally succumbed to technology) and so I forget that we made these plans. Bad Becca. Because I forgot about this, when Nate and Adam invite Patrick and I to the Michigan vs. MSU tailgate (extremely big rivalry game) they are throwing, I say sure. Keep in mind that neither Patrick or I had tickets to the game. I see Patrick and tell him about the tailgate I have committed us to and the look on his face reminds me of a little kid who had his favorite toy taken away and then had to watch as it was crushed into tiny bits. He reminds me that I promised him we would go to Cedar Point. I feel like an ass for breaking my promise, and promptly back out of the tailgate.
So, we go to Cedar Point yesterday. And it was a lot of fun. We got there at about 1 pm and left at about 11 pm. It was REALLY windy, and so a few of the rides were closed down for a time, but we rode the majority of what we wanted to. It is large enough that you really need more than a day to ride all the rides and see everything. We were so exhausted when we got back at 2 am that we went right to bed and didn't wake up until 10 am (keep in mind that this is also the morning after the time change, so really it was 11 am when we got up this morning).
Today, I went in search of formal attire. Unfortunately, I got a little desperate when I couldn't find anything that would not look awful on me and I bought a pink fuzzy sweater. At the time it made sense that it would work well with a black formal skirt. Granted, I looked like I was wrapped in cotton candy when I had it on, but at the time, I had just spent 4 hours looking for something decent (something that didn't look like it belonged on a beach, in the bedroom, or on a Las Vegas showgirl). Well, I brought this pink fuzzy concoction home and tried it on for Patrick who was not too impressed. I should have dragged him out with me in the first place. So tomorrow the pink cotton candy sweater goes back to the store. Did I mention I hate trying to find formal wear?
So, we go to Cedar Point yesterday. And it was a lot of fun. We got there at about 1 pm and left at about 11 pm. It was REALLY windy, and so a few of the rides were closed down for a time, but we rode the majority of what we wanted to. It is large enough that you really need more than a day to ride all the rides and see everything. We were so exhausted when we got back at 2 am that we went right to bed and didn't wake up until 10 am (keep in mind that this is also the morning after the time change, so really it was 11 am when we got up this morning).
Today, I went in search of formal attire. Unfortunately, I got a little desperate when I couldn't find anything that would not look awful on me and I bought a pink fuzzy sweater. At the time it made sense that it would work well with a black formal skirt. Granted, I looked like I was wrapped in cotton candy when I had it on, but at the time, I had just spent 4 hours looking for something decent (something that didn't look like it belonged on a beach, in the bedroom, or on a Las Vegas showgirl). Well, I brought this pink fuzzy concoction home and tried it on for Patrick who was not too impressed. I should have dragged him out with me in the first place. So tomorrow the pink cotton candy sweater goes back to the store. Did I mention I hate trying to find formal wear?
26.10.04
Realizing your big booty-ness
After realizing that I hate going to the Pilates class here at UM, I decided to take (yet another) tip from Gemma and try a place called Curves. I went there tonight for a free trial week. The price for Curves is actually a lot better than what they charge at the rec building here on campus.
Curves is a 30 minutes work out in which you move around a circuit of alternating resistence machines and recovery stations-optimally you go three times a week, but more if you feel the need. They help you monitor your progress and are very encouraging of your successes (there is a wall of "big losers").
The music was...interesting (at times hip hop polka and at others Spanish dance music) and there were "normal" women working on each machine. A pre programmed voice tells you when to move to the next station and every 8 minutes you check your heart rate.
So, in order to begin this program they weigh you (they don't care what weight you tell them you are), take all your measurments, check your body fat percentage and actually talk with you about your goals and health concerns. I have come to grips with the fact that I am not a small person...tonight I realized just how not small I am. It was a very humbling experience. I think when you are faced with the numbers I saw tonight you come to understand why they do this. It is one thing to know internally how much you weigh, how big your booty is. It is another to have it written down on a piece of paper, broken down by body part. It is scary. You don't realize how out of control it is until you look at a list of numbers that total more than your age.
So...I am going back tomorrow. I am taking the time out of my day to make time for my life. My needs. My health.
Besides it gives me an excuse to get off campus and drive Zoom Zoom.
Curves is a 30 minutes work out in which you move around a circuit of alternating resistence machines and recovery stations-optimally you go three times a week, but more if you feel the need. They help you monitor your progress and are very encouraging of your successes (there is a wall of "big losers").
The music was...interesting (at times hip hop polka and at others Spanish dance music) and there were "normal" women working on each machine. A pre programmed voice tells you when to move to the next station and every 8 minutes you check your heart rate.
So, in order to begin this program they weigh you (they don't care what weight you tell them you are), take all your measurments, check your body fat percentage and actually talk with you about your goals and health concerns. I have come to grips with the fact that I am not a small person...tonight I realized just how not small I am. It was a very humbling experience. I think when you are faced with the numbers I saw tonight you come to understand why they do this. It is one thing to know internally how much you weigh, how big your booty is. It is another to have it written down on a piece of paper, broken down by body part. It is scary. You don't realize how out of control it is until you look at a list of numbers that total more than your age.
So...I am going back tomorrow. I am taking the time out of my day to make time for my life. My needs. My health.
Besides it gives me an excuse to get off campus and drive Zoom Zoom.
22.10.04
Zoom Zoom
A few weeks ago Patrick's mom, Lois, drove up from NM to visit. She brought us chile, carne adovada and a new car. Yes...a new car.
It was a surprise for me, as she was originally going to bring up the "little truck" that I had been zipping around NM in for the last two years. She decided that the little truck had become too attached to it's life in NM and wouldn't do so well here in MI. She also thought that because it was an older truck (10 years), it might not handle the winters here in MI as well. So she asked Patrick if I still liked Toyota Rav4s, and when she found out I did, searched for the one she wanted. She found it in El Paso, TX. She flew down there and drove back to Santa Fe with it all in a day.
When she got here, she and Patrick came and got me and we went to her hotel to pick up "my truck" - I still thought that the little truck was what she drove out here in. We get to the hotel and I don't see the little truck, but figure it is probably parked around back. We all get out of Patrick's truck and Lois and Patrick are smiling - which makes me a little suspicious. Lois tells me (still smiling) that she isn't going to give me the little truck to drive - which makes me wonder why the hell she drove it all the way out here if she was flying back. She pulls out some keys and as she hands them to me says that instead she has brought me my new car. I look at her and can't really process what she is saying. So I ask her if this is a joke, because if it is, it isn't funny. She says no and points to a little tan Rav4 (that had been backed into the parking spot so that I wouldn't see the NM license plate). I look at Patrick, who is grinning from ear to ear, and I know that he has known about this all along. I go over to it and click the keyless entry and it unlocks. I couldn't believe it. Now, for the funny part. I have little to no voice - I had been squeaking all week. And so, now I am jumping up and down and I'm so excited and squeaking a whole lot. I sounded like a large rodent on speed. It was pretty funny.
The Rav4 is exactly what I would have picked for myself. I will try to post some pictures of it on here as soon as I can.
I call it "zoom zoom" because it isn't a truck or a car, and I am not one for saying "go get in the SUV". So Zoom Zoom it is.
It was a surprise for me, as she was originally going to bring up the "little truck" that I had been zipping around NM in for the last two years. She decided that the little truck had become too attached to it's life in NM and wouldn't do so well here in MI. She also thought that because it was an older truck (10 years), it might not handle the winters here in MI as well. So she asked Patrick if I still liked Toyota Rav4s, and when she found out I did, searched for the one she wanted. She found it in El Paso, TX. She flew down there and drove back to Santa Fe with it all in a day.
When she got here, she and Patrick came and got me and we went to her hotel to pick up "my truck" - I still thought that the little truck was what she drove out here in. We get to the hotel and I don't see the little truck, but figure it is probably parked around back. We all get out of Patrick's truck and Lois and Patrick are smiling - which makes me a little suspicious. Lois tells me (still smiling) that she isn't going to give me the little truck to drive - which makes me wonder why the hell she drove it all the way out here if she was flying back. She pulls out some keys and as she hands them to me says that instead she has brought me my new car. I look at her and can't really process what she is saying. So I ask her if this is a joke, because if it is, it isn't funny. She says no and points to a little tan Rav4 (that had been backed into the parking spot so that I wouldn't see the NM license plate). I look at Patrick, who is grinning from ear to ear, and I know that he has known about this all along. I go over to it and click the keyless entry and it unlocks. I couldn't believe it. Now, for the funny part. I have little to no voice - I had been squeaking all week. And so, now I am jumping up and down and I'm so excited and squeaking a whole lot. I sounded like a large rodent on speed. It was pretty funny.
The Rav4 is exactly what I would have picked for myself. I will try to post some pictures of it on here as soon as I can.
I call it "zoom zoom" because it isn't a truck or a car, and I am not one for saying "go get in the SUV". So Zoom Zoom it is.
20.10.04
Michigan voting
I can't vote in Michigan. On September 13th, Patrick and I went to the Secretary of State Office (kind of like a DMV) to register to vote. After waiting in line for 30 minutes we are seen by a woman who, I think, wants to deal with us as much as she wants an enema. We hand her our NEW MEXICO driver licenses and explain why we are there. She takes the licenses asks what our Ann Arbor addresses are (and continuously tells me that I don't have a "real" address because it is a residence hall), hands them back to us and says we should receive our voter registration cards in the mail within three weeks.
Three weeks pass. Neither Patrick or I receive our voter registration cards.
I go to the Secretary of State website to find out where I am supposed to go to vote and (wonder of wonders) neither Patrick or I are registered voters in the state of Michigan. We are nowhere in their data base. I check the web site more thoroughly to find that my address on my driver license, by state law, has to match the address on my voter registration card. Keep in mind that the reasons that I didn't get a Michigan license were because: 1) my NM license is good for another 4 years, and 2) I can't establish in state residency in Michigan because I don't live in a "permanent" residence - which means that I cannot get in state tuition.
So, I try to call the office and of course, can't find a number that connects to anyone. So I email their "help line", explaining my situation. In the mean time I figure I HAVE to vote somewhere and I am still a registered voter in NM, so I send in for an absentee ballot for NM (which, as we all know, only has 5 electoral college votes as opposed to Michigan's 17). I get a response from the Secretary of State's office today telling me that it was a "clerical error" and I would have to come into their office to fix it. The same was true for Patrick.
I suppose that I could just go in and "fix" whatever clerical error they made and set up to vote here in Michigan. But, I am going to just file my absentee ballot with NM. It may be only 5 votes compared with Michigan's 17, but at least I will have voted.
Three weeks pass. Neither Patrick or I receive our voter registration cards.
I go to the Secretary of State website to find out where I am supposed to go to vote and (wonder of wonders) neither Patrick or I are registered voters in the state of Michigan. We are nowhere in their data base. I check the web site more thoroughly to find that my address on my driver license, by state law, has to match the address on my voter registration card. Keep in mind that the reasons that I didn't get a Michigan license were because: 1) my NM license is good for another 4 years, and 2) I can't establish in state residency in Michigan because I don't live in a "permanent" residence - which means that I cannot get in state tuition.
So, I try to call the office and of course, can't find a number that connects to anyone. So I email their "help line", explaining my situation. In the mean time I figure I HAVE to vote somewhere and I am still a registered voter in NM, so I send in for an absentee ballot for NM (which, as we all know, only has 5 electoral college votes as opposed to Michigan's 17). I get a response from the Secretary of State's office today telling me that it was a "clerical error" and I would have to come into their office to fix it. The same was true for Patrick.
I suppose that I could just go in and "fix" whatever clerical error they made and set up to vote here in Michigan. But, I am going to just file my absentee ballot with NM. It may be only 5 votes compared with Michigan's 17, but at least I will have voted.
19.10.04
Getting Started...
It is currently fall break here at UMich. No one is around. Yay!
Yesterday Adam, Nate and I went to a pumpkin patch/apple orchard about 20 miles from here. As Nate said, "you haven't lived until you have gone pumpkin hunting with Adam...". It is like taking a 25 year old kid to a pumpkin patch and setting them loose. In a word...entertaining. The pumpkin patch looked like it had been through a war and lost-there were pumpkin corpses everywhere. Adam kept looking for the perfect one to bring home, love, and eventually butcher. He finally found one after much searching and it is now sitting between our offices surrounded by gourdes that he got from another apple orchard we went to today.
Adam's and my decision to seperate and work out of different offices is working out very well. We have our privacy and don't have to worry about how to schedule discipline or RA meetings so that they don't interfere with each other.
Patrick had his advanced nursing school interview on Friday and it went very well. He was charming and engaging and, he feels, he will really stand out when it comes to the selection process. Unfortunately, there are 125 candidates for 36 slots, but we think his chances are good.
Our seven year anniversary is November 5th. We haven't been able to spend our anniversary together for the last two years because of his position as a Field Secretary with FIJI. It will be nice to be with him for this year. The FIJI colony here in Michigan is being chartered that Saturday (the 6th) and it is a formal affair that I have to find a dress for. I am not good with "formal" attire. I hate looking for it, trying it on, and of course wearing it. Unfortunately for me, I have to find something that doesn't make me look like the hippo from Fantasia (the one in the pink tutu). There will be a lot of important people at this event and I have to look half way decent.
Joanie is pregnant again and is doing well. There was an initial scare this past week because an ultrasound turned up something that looked like a molar pregnancy. This is not a good thing.
If you go to the link it will tell you more about what a molar pregnancy is. http://my.webmd.com/hw/being_pregnant/hw165879.asp
Fortunately, it was a misdiagnosis and both mother and baby to be are fine.
Yesterday Adam, Nate and I went to a pumpkin patch/apple orchard about 20 miles from here. As Nate said, "you haven't lived until you have gone pumpkin hunting with Adam...". It is like taking a 25 year old kid to a pumpkin patch and setting them loose. In a word...entertaining. The pumpkin patch looked like it had been through a war and lost-there were pumpkin corpses everywhere. Adam kept looking for the perfect one to bring home, love, and eventually butcher. He finally found one after much searching and it is now sitting between our offices surrounded by gourdes that he got from another apple orchard we went to today.
Adam's and my decision to seperate and work out of different offices is working out very well. We have our privacy and don't have to worry about how to schedule discipline or RA meetings so that they don't interfere with each other.
Patrick had his advanced nursing school interview on Friday and it went very well. He was charming and engaging and, he feels, he will really stand out when it comes to the selection process. Unfortunately, there are 125 candidates for 36 slots, but we think his chances are good.
Our seven year anniversary is November 5th. We haven't been able to spend our anniversary together for the last two years because of his position as a Field Secretary with FIJI. It will be nice to be with him for this year. The FIJI colony here in Michigan is being chartered that Saturday (the 6th) and it is a formal affair that I have to find a dress for. I am not good with "formal" attire. I hate looking for it, trying it on, and of course wearing it. Unfortunately for me, I have to find something that doesn't make me look like the hippo from Fantasia (the one in the pink tutu). There will be a lot of important people at this event and I have to look half way decent.
Joanie is pregnant again and is doing well. There was an initial scare this past week because an ultrasound turned up something that looked like a molar pregnancy. This is not a good thing.
If you go to the link it will tell you more about what a molar pregnancy is. http://my.webmd.com/hw/being_pregnant/hw165879.asp
Fortunately, it was a misdiagnosis and both mother and baby to be are fine.
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