Sunday, January 23, 2011


I haven't updated in forever--so here's a major update. I'm PREGNANT!! Our little Baby Doozit is due at the end of June. I'm officially 18 weeks along. I'm still flirting with morning sickness--I've actually lost 10 pounds since this whole thing started. But I'm sure it's all worth it. The worst thing is the Metro. On days I have to travel, I find myself wayyyyy sicker than on days I am home. At least that leaves me two days a week where I can kind of eat things sometimes.

If you ask Carl how we feel about the whole thing, he says "excited and terrified." But I'm afraid that's just him. I'm excited, and that's pretty much it. I was slightly terrified about that whole "birth" thing, which has admittedly sounded extremely painful, but I'm pretty sure I can handle it. And let's face it: Carl and I will be freaking awesome parents.

Friday, August 20, 2010


Today marked the end of my second-to-last week at my current work. I'm pretty much heartbroken to leave. It's been fantastic. Even though what I personally do there isn't that awesome--fixing blackberries and plugging in computers and stuff--it's been good. I love everyone I work with.

It'll be sad to leave, but okay because I'll be back--I'll have to visit at least once a week for my new job, so at least I won't be completely removed from the scene. And in my new job, I'll get to actually write and be published and strategize and plan for the future and make a difference. And all I really want to do is make a difference.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

figuring it all out.

Here is the deal.

I want a house.

Oh, I want a house very badly.

However, houses require money.

It's been interesting--over the past few months, I've made the subtle shift from the politics section of the bookstore to the business section. I've been reading up on everything. I think I could be a good entrepreneur, but I just don't know what to do with myself.

I have:
- my CD
- my calligraphy?
- my music/sightreading/piano/singing
- composition skills (music)
- writing skills, publication skills
- my knowledge of the environment, esp. DIRT (yay dirt)
- my...okay, knowledge of politics, current events, the Constitution
- my speed reading abilities

Hmm. Okay, that's all I can think of for now.

I'm working on writing a speed reading class. We'll see if it ever sells...

Friday, August 21, 2009


Well, kids, we're moving. Moving back to Maryland where the grass is green and the tax rate has chased every millionaire out of the state. Exciting times. I've been packing all day. We'll be moving into my grandma's vacant house this coming week, and then moving back to MD around the 3rd of September.


Friday, July 10, 2009

the creepiest thing. ever.

I've been meaning to blog this for over a week, but here goes.

My friends, sometimes creepy things happen. And I am about to tell you about one of those times.

Carl and I got back from MD about two full weeks ago. It was all jolly and good, of course, until we did the laundry.

Now, I will admit, I am a little obsessive compulsive about my laundry. Essentially EVERYTHING gets hung up on hangers and put in the closet, with the exception of, basically, socks. But, I can't just have my clothes on any old hanger: no, all hangers must be either plastic or crocheted over, because otherwise they leave those little hangermarks in the shoulders, you know? And those always make my heart frowny. :^[

So we were putting away the laundry, and I was hanging things up, and then, from out of my closet comes--


At first I just furrowed my brow. "Carl, where did this come from?" I asked. I assumed it was a present or something. Sometimes people make those for me because they know of my OCD ways with that sort of thing.

Carl didn't know.

The hanger was old. It was looking a little raggedy, for sure. And so distinctive: bright green with a poufiness of random yarn coming off the intersection of all the wires. Kind of dirty. Obviously, this hanger had been places.

And Carl had never seen it before.

And neither had I.

And we'd just been out of town for a week.

When I was in Austria, I went to Girls' Camp with the stake there. I had my own personal translator and everything, LoL. But the girls tried to speak in English for me and the other internationals. And one night, they told this story that kept me awake at night for years, about a girl who didn't know that a cannibal was sleeping under her bed.

Luckily, we don't have a bedframe, so our mattress is right on the ground--crocheting cannibals was my first thought. I was glad to see that the culprit could not be sleeping under my bed.

The more I thought about this hanger, the more creeped out I became. It's not like you can exactly forget a hanger like that. I'm not sure it's even possible to forget a hanger like that, with its stringy, dirtied green yarn. Hiding in your closet, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

And here's the thing: I cleaned out every closet when we moved in, myself. It wasn't that long ago. And I'm obsessed with using the correct hangers for all my clothes. I KNOW I would have noticed something like that.

And yet, it was hiding out in my clothes like it had always been there.

True or false: there are only a few ways for certain items to end up in certain places. Yes, I suppose according to the Heisenberg Principle there is some sort of chance that the hanger randomly materialized in between my dress pants and my T-shirt collection. But I also suppose it's a little more likely that someone put that hanger there--which, in a decent world, only Carl or I would be putting hangers there. But if neither of us put that hanger there... then how did it get there??

Oh wow. Just writing about that hanger is creeping me out all over again.

If you have a theory about how the crap such a creepy hanger got to be in my closet, you can post it in the comments. Because seriously, I can only think of two options (materialization, and crocheting cannibals).

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

vending machine emergencies

Haven't been on for a while. I've been busy.

Today I went to the vending machines and for the first time saw a sign that said in the case of vending machine emergencies outside of normal office hours, you should call campus police.

I didn't even know vending machine emergencies could exist.

You learn something new every day.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009


I'm just sitting here minding my own business.

A few minutes ago, some lady came past me, yawning. I looked up, made eye contact, and smiled--something I usually try to do.

I was amazed when she started talking to me. I didn't think she was talking to me at first, but yep, it was me.

"I'm so tired!" she said. "But it's still morning. I have a right to be tired." Brief pause. "I was just up so late trying to find my card! You know. My card." Pause. "Good thing I live where I do. Cleaning checks, you know. You know. I have to go to an appointment."

She kept on talking. I couldn't take it. Eventually she left, and as she was leaving she passed some other girl and started talking to her.

This lady did mention something about Medicaid during the conversation, so I'm guessing there was a good reason for our strange moment.

And yet, I'm still a little weirded out.

Oh well.