What is your strangest possession?
OK, after reading over other people’s comments to that question, I’m at a loss. I’ve got a couple options.
- should definitely go on the list.
- My book collection includes over 20 Bibles (including one that’s in Spanish, which I don’t speak), multiple French books that I’ll most likely never be able to read, and, while we’re being racy today, several trashy romance novels.
- I have a box in the top of my closet with cassette tapes (remember those?).
- I also have a Rubbermaid container halfway full of old jeans that are supposed to be evolving into a blanket or quilt of some kind.
You’ve been to my house… what do you think is my strangest possession?
So I was reading someone’s blog today, and they started their post with the question… “How old were you when you got your first French kiss?” And then, without actually revealing her exact age, she started in with a story that took place when she was 11.
11! That’s… more than half of what I was. All I knew about boys when I was 11 was that they were cute and liked to tease me (which was not fun in any sense of the word).
Do you know how old I was? 27. That’s right, 2-7. And at the time, it still freaked me out, and took me quite a while to get used to. (Wow – this post is getting to be a bit racier than this blog usually is.) I’m guessing the average age is more like 15 or something, and that my experience is fairly freakish (hey, let’s be nice and use “unique”). I guess that because and I have been together for so long now, and because we’ve moved past that stage (shh! that might scandalize some people to know!), I’d forgotten that unique aspect of my development. It’s so easy to get stuck on the unique quality of being engaged and a virgin that the rest just slipped my mind.
And you know, for all the experiences I “missed” in my straight-and-narrow youth, I don’t really miss any of them. I don’t really need to make out with a boy in a car in my parents’ driveway. Or stress about over what might happen after prom. Or… any number of other things.
So I don’t actually have a problem with my late blooming, shall we say. But sometimes I have to remind myself of that.
And just in case you were wondering what sort of freakish world I live in, let me tell you how absolutely upside-down it has been lately: and are both dieting, and of the people I’m closest with, I may actually be the one getting the most “sex.” Feel free to walk away from this post dumbfounded now.
- Soldier :: Child (just read a Star Tribune article about that)
- Lipton :: Iced Tea
- Reason:: -able
- Terms :: of Endearment
- Positive :: terminal
- Example :: included
- Legacy :: of…
- Solo :: -ist
- Instrument :: of destruction
- Later :: in the day
It seems as though the college has decided for me whether or not I will take any classes this summer. They are not offering any classes that I could/would/can take. That kind of limits that. The only one that comes close is the Macroeconomics one, but it is Tuesday and Thursday nights. Ugh. I know it’s only 6 weeks (or something short like that), but I just can’t handle the idea of class 3 hours a night twice a week.
So I guess I get the summer off, unless they open up more classes. The official summer schedule isn’t up yet, so I suppose it’s possible, but there are 3 or 4 history classes already on the schedule and none of them work for me.
It’s just as well – some hammock time and wedding planning time and… maybe I could get some sleep in there too. Or see friends. Who knows – anything is possible.
Last night, I successfully made a 3-egg omelet. This is only notable because I have never been able to make a 3-egg omelet. 2 eggs, yes. 3 eggs, terrible disaster. But no more! It seems that my luck with eggs turned in the past few years. It used to be that I couldn’t make fried eggs or omelets without feeling nauseated afterward – wasn’t sure why, since it seemed that the eggs were fully cooked and they were fresh. Oh well – that’s all changed. My 3-egg omelet (eaten at 9:30 pm) included cheese and sausage as well. Apparently I was craving protein.
Tonight, I will be eating fish. Or, at least that’s the plan. I have to actually go to the co-op and find said fish, and sometimes their selection is questionable. But I will try. I am supposed to eat more fish. We all should, really. It’s quite healthy for you. is trying this right now too.
I got new shoes while I was out on my lunch break. They’re cute enough, and I didn’t pay full price. The heel on my old pair broke last week, and I would pay to get it re-glued except that I haven’t liked those shoes since I bought them. They always make my feet and shins hurt. So they’re going in the trash tonight. I might still need another pair of black dress shoes… we’ll see. I hate shoe shopping. Well, actually, I don’t hate it. I just find the whole process frustrating, especially after finding the perfect shoes and then coming home and learning they will forever give you blisters. That sucks.
I feel the need to clarify. It’s not actually gorgeous outside. In reality, it’s grey and looks like it might rain. BUT, and this is an important one, it’s above freezing. It’s almost 50* out. And that is an amazing and wonderful thing. So it overrides all the rest.
- What is your favorite place for delivered pizza? Little Caesars or Papa Johns. But I never get those. I get Paisano’s, because they’re local and easy to access (I can go pick it up when the weather’s nice).
- How often do you have pizza delivered at your house? Um… maybe 1-3 times a month? Lately it’s been 0 times a month.
- What toppings do you want on that pizza? Cheese, sometimes pepperoni or mushrooms.
- Thick crust or thin? I prefer either Chicago style deep dish or thin, but will eat anything. I love pizza.
- Yesterday, my electronics went on strike. The battery on my phone died, and then my iPod up and quit for no reason. A hard reboot last night fixed it and now it seems to be working fine.
- Unfortunately, I forgot my cell at home today. I hate it when I do that.
- Monday I read a chapter in my World History textbook on the American Revolution, French Revolution, and the revolutions in Latin/South America. Then I read a chapter in my US History textbook on the America Revolution (much groaning). Last night, I sat through 3 hours of lecture on these revolutions, including over an hour on the American Revolution. This morning, I sat through an hour and a half lecture on the American Revolution. I am very, very tired of this subject. It’s one of the few pieces of history I was already very aware of. Boo.
- There was a girl in my class last night that I almost beat down. She’s the one who always annoys me – she’s so very juvenile and disrespectful of the class and generally unaware of what college is supposed to be like. (She expects exceptions to be made for her all the time, and for us to be proud of her when she shows up for class, since getting a ride is so difficult for her….) At one point we broke up into groups to play Jeopardy, and we numbered off to do so. She was 2, I was 3 (did I mention she sits next to me?). However, she insisted that she was a 3 because she wanted to be on a team with the smart guy (a natural history buff), and made a huge deal about it. I would have just given in and switched teams, but I was tired of her antics.
- I learned a few things in class last night that have more global application than I first realized.
- One, when the guillotine first came out, it was considered to be quite humane and dignified (much to our modern-day sensitivities’ horror). Thinking more about this…. Earlier, the Romans had actually perfected the art of public killing with the crucifixion, making it a horrendous, painful, torturous death. Yes, the guillotine seems much more humane than that. How will our children’s children look at our methods of execution hundreds of years from now?
- Two, throughout history revolutions have taken place in a variety of places and ways. Time and time again, when power is abruptly removed from a system (like when the French beheaded the King), chaos ensues (like the Reign of Terror and thousands being beheaded and mass riots and so forth). If you need more examples, look to many of the countries that fought for their independence from colonialism. One of the reasons the American Revolution wasn’t so bloody, so chaotic, was that people had had experience participating in their own government for quite some time. They had local political bodies and voted and so forth. When they were granted independence, structures were already in place so that chaos did not ensue. Now, I’m not going to come out on one side or the other for the Iraq situation, but let me put this out there: they/we removed an absolute dictator from power, and concepts of freedom, democracy, etc were just that, concepts and theory. No one had any idea what they were like in practice. As history has proven, this inevitably leads to chaos and often to violence. Perhaps some of the reason we are over there is to prevent absolute chaos from taking over. I’m not saying that we should or shouldn’t be over there or that we should have military presence there indefinitely, but just offering up the idea for you to ponder.
See, I’m learnin’ stuff all over the place!
I really don’t remember. I opened this window, and then went to do something else… and now I don’t know what I was going to blog about. Hmmm.
Yep. I’ve got nothing. Sorry. Try again later.
Grades for my exam that we took on Valentine’s Day are posted. I got a 96%. Yay! It may or may not be the highest grade in the class – it’s hard to tell from the diagram, so it’s possible that there are two of us in the 95-100% range. Regardless, I’m happy.
Plus, I don’t have work tomorrow (it’s a holiday, don’tcha know). And I had ice cream today. And and I did something productive this weekend for the wedding – we made a decoration thing for the reception. It’s so cool. And I studied for my exam that is this week. And we looked at silk flowers while we were at Michael’s today and I feel really good about doing our own for that and having fresh ones at the reception.
On the negative side, I totally sliced open one of the knuckles on my pointer finger this morning on a razor that was wandering around my drawer un-guarded. Boo. And I have to clean the bathtub tomorrow. And buy lightbulbs.
But I get to sleep in, which I love. So it’s all good. Tomorrow will hopefully be a day of much sloth, some productivity, and great relaxation. Actually, being productive could be relaxing, depending on what it was. Like, if I actually have time to work on projects that I never have time to (like boxing up books to put in the basement, or cleaning the front room, or even cleaning the bathtub), at the end of the day I would feel good because those things wouldn’t be looming over me anymore. I feel like I never have time to work on them. I think it’s the night class, but I’m not sure. It could be the whole three classes, planning a wedding, working full time thing. Beats me. All I know is that I currently have A’s in all of my classes, so all the hard work is paying off. Now if I can just find us a church to get married in….
- Threshold :: Crossing the
- Jason :: San Francisco
- Suspicion :: Under
- Tender :: Love Me
- Tempted :: by the fruit of another (I really don’t like that song)
- Crimson :: Red
- Repulsive :: He was…
- Bulldog :: Restaurant
- Garage :: Joe’s
- Racket :: Ball
I passionate, passionately, hate Microsoft Update. There was an automatic update for my work computer, and now it’s asking me every 20 minutes if I want to restart my computer. No, I do not. I want to continue working on my computer, which is hard to do if it’s rebooting. Plus, it takes my computer an insane amount of time to boot, and I really don’t have the patience for that. OK, not to boot, but Google IM and our network email don’t get along, which means that my computer kinda just hangs there for awhile as they sort it out.
Last night was quite enjoyable. came over and we did… absolutely nothing. He was having a whole week of doing nothing, whereas I was celebrating having no homework for one evening. It was nice. We made Cheesy Crockpot Chicken (with fake chicken and without the crockpot) and watched some Star Trek Voyager. And he fell asleep. That was it. But so nice to do nothing for a change, or at least to be able to do nothing and not feel guilty that I should be doing homework.
I get to see baby tomorrow!!!!!
Go look at this picture. It reminded me of you (only because every time you hear a child cry, you say “I felt that way too this morning”).
Last night, I got two loads of laundry done (my underwear drawer is restocked! TMI?), straightened up the kitchen, took out the recycling, studied for my exam (that was this morning – I think I did alright), and straightened my hair. All this, after 3 hours of sitting in class. I felt pretty good about that. Oh, and I did several “Super Difficult” Sudoku puzzles. My brain needed to work on something that wasn’t related to history.
My apologies to those of you I sent Valentine’s Day cards to – they will be late. I didn’t get them in the mail until yesterday afternoon.
I’m going out with and tonight to the Thai place on Grand for “Singles Awareness Day.” I’ve never been there before. and I are celebrating by going out to dinner this weekend, and no gifts. Really. We’re in the process of planning a wedding and spending thousands of dollars on it – Valentine’s Day gifts just seem unnecessary.
recently sent some really cute pictures of to me – I have them in my purse if anyone wants to see them.
The washer works again! I will again have clean clothes!!!!!!
You have no idea how happy this makes me… or how drastic the situation was.
You may now commence with your Monday evening.
- The best thing :: -s in life are free
- Hold :: on
- Rapture :: Golden
- Cover :: that up!
- Restrictive :: policies
- Baker :: Candlestick maker
- Author :: Best-selling
- Pill :: little blue
- Months :: seven
- Valentine’s Day :: red