she was just being silly, and it cracks me up.  she’s totally rolled her eyes at me before, and there isn’t a mother of a daughter out there who hasn’t gotten the eyeroll.  or will eventually.  they must learn it from us.

in other girl news, i finally listed a slew of photographic delight on my etsy shop, so go buy stuff and help support my photographery habit.  you know you want to.

one month left of the semester, probably the most action packed month of the whole class.  i’m feeling a wee bit stressed these last couple weeks.  deaths and births and sicknesses and never enough time in the day.

mother’s day is coming up.  buy your mom something pretty from my shop.  she’ll think you’re really classy or something.

weeping cherry tree outside my office                                                        (~rainer maria rilke)

My Grandpa Norman loved Indiana Jones.

He raised pigeons as a boy during the Depression.

He was in Cuba when Castro took over.

He worked in a photo lab when he was a teenager.

He served in the army during the Korean War. (I had mistakenly thought it was WWII)

He traveled all over the world for Healing the Children to escort children in need of medical attention to the US after he retired.  This is how he met his beautiful wife Toni.

He became a vegetarian when I was in the 8^th grade and living with him.  He tried to make eating meat at meal times a miserable experience for me.  It didn’t work.  I do love a good steak.

When I was small we made secret spy names for ourselves by saying our names backward.

He made really good pancakes.

He referred to himself as the Humble Norwegian.  Tongue firmly in cheek.

A very tall Buddha lives in his house.

He told the best stories just from having lived such an amazingly rich and full life.  I asked him to record them once, I would transcribe them, but he told me no.  He was too busy making new stories to take the time to record the old ones.

Toward the end, he was convinced that Barack Obama was one of his sons.  (My conservative genes are a family anomaly).

I will always be grateful that in 2006 I was able to travel to Norway with him and others in our family to see the places we came from, to see where his parents grew up.

My grandpa Norman hasn’t known who I am for the last few years, but he knew he loved me.  And he knew I loved him.  I will always, always miss him.

don’t look down

Boy am I ever having a craptacular week.

I’m coming down with something.  I was thinking I went the whole winter without catching anything once, but I just remembered a nasty cold last October.  But the whole rest of the winter I was hella healthy, even with all the uber overtime.  Bah.

Well.  That was certainly my favorite way to start a day.

I shouldn’t even be posting today.

Let’s find something positive, shall we?

Miss W’s performance was so great.  You could tell she was a little nervous when she delivered her line as a narrator, but she knew it, she said it, once she got it out she had a huge grin.  I was so proud of her.  The kids did such a fantastic job.

The weather is absolutely beautiful, although today it’s inching toward the actual hot side.

There is way too much beard happening in that picture.

I do not feel that I am adequately prepared for this exam.  Which is adding to my stress.

Go home and flip your chicken!

Jesus, it’s beards and babies every where I look.

I can’t find Red.

No one has a sense of humor any more.

I could seriously close my eyes and be asleep within 5 minutes right now.

I just realized my window is open and the AC is on.  Oops.

Communicating with robots.

I don’t speak your crazy moon language.

click

Proof that all I have to do is breathe and I piss people off.  I’ll try not to let the power go to my head.

I think I need some ibuprophen and a snack.

Oh!  I keep forgetting to pick up my Imitrex refill.

Roof pig!  Most unexpected!

Ooooh I have goldfish crackers!

Damn You Autocorrect never fails to make me giggle.  Thank you DYA.

Oh.  Apparently I also have Sun Chips.  Yum.

Not really my scene, thanks.

I don’t really hate that timeline thing on fb any more.

Shut up, Bust.  This shit is funny.

Sometimes I wish I spoke Latin.  I have no idea why.

Also on the list of things I do not know: I don’t have any idea what I want to be when I grow up.  I think this is the main reason that I have yet to graduate.

Super mega ultra clearance sale at Textbook Alley!  Cheap hoodies!

Bah.  I’m going to bomb.  I wonder if I’ll get credit for managing to stay upright long enough to actually take the exam at all?  I’m guessing no.

I still sometimes miss working at the library.

I went to a colloquium yesterday.  I feel like an academic just saying that.  I am very much not an academic.

These are the places.

Oh there she is.

You’re my favorite kind of crazy, babe.

That burger is bigger than my skull, I will never be able to eat that.

This radio station sure plays a lot of Journey.  It’s like they built the station around Journey and then just throw some other classic rock crap in between Journey songs so it’s not quite so glaringly obvious that they really just want to get into Journey’s pants.  Don’t stop believing, classic rock station.  Hold onto that feeling.

Jason Isaacs is really damn hot.

I hate being sickish.

The heat is making my cheeks red.

My day started with very sad news and ended with very big laughs at Miss W’s spring musical. Our lives are never boring.  It was the best musical ever.

work is slower than erosion today, so i played with photoshop.

Miss W will probably be showing poultry in the fair.   tomorrow night is her spring musical.  i’m pretty pleased with how her stegosaurus costume turned out.  i’ll post some photos at some point.  i wish i had a better lens to shoot the musical with.

i have no idea how to spell micropachysephalosaurus.  but i can pronounce it like nobody’s bidness.

know anyone who wants to buy a house?