I made it through graduate school. Did you know this? They actually GAVE me a Masters Degree in Information Technology. Fools! FOOLS! Because today, as I lectured on the ins and outs of site definitions in Dreamweaver, I labeled my folder (as stated in their handout) pasta_resteraunt. That’s right, your instructor DOES NOT KNOW HOW TO SPELL RESTAURANT!
My favorite writing center students corrected me. In front of everyone. Gotta. Love. That.Read more
You remember when you were about to give birth (or not, if you’ve never done so) but you had this knowledge, deep deep in the pits of your soul that your life would never ever be the same? You know how you think of having children and think, “Ya ya, there is going to be a lot more Elmo. A lot more spills and poop and small things.” And you know how the people tell you to enjoy your life before you have kids because it’ll never be the same?
Working on site: Check.
Wine in hand: Check.
“Earl” and “The office” on Tivo: Check.
Kid asleep: Check.
Politically, I’m am a sichzophrenic. I’m a conservative hippy. And no, I’m not talking about before coffee versus after coffee, I’m actually meaning, I’m a “get off your ass you lazy eff but buy organic” girl. I know, I annoy myself at times. This is why I don’t blog about politics. I’d have my own blog war, with myself, and argue until I was blue in the face. With myself. And so, the topic stays in my car radio where the station is turned to talk and I can go off, alone, all I want to.
So, looking back at the archives, I realized about once a year I say, “Internet! I NEED A HAIR CUT!!” and then I post some pictures for you to tell me to cut my hair like option A? B? C? Then I go to the salon and get a haircut like nothing I’ve posted and you tell me I look fab because you are loyal and great like that. I forget to take care of my appearance for, oh, about a year and then I come back and say, “Internet! I NEED A HAIR CUT!”
This year? It’ll be no different.Read more
Thanks to everyone for their prayers and support. I got a call from my doc (not just the nurse people telling me results) and apparently there was a “Zygote”. I’ll call him BigZ. Anyway, my body had slightly (ever so slightly) elevated hormone levels but not enough to actually produce a pregnancy. Thus the cramping. However, officially? I wasn’t pregnant. Emotionally? I was. I mean, a positive test is a positive test, right? I like what Jan said about being able to feel the same things emotionally. And coming from Jan, this means a lot to me.
So, yesterday I felt a billion people thinking of me and I had a... Read more
Ever have those days when you realize you’ve had your head up your own ass for too long?Read more
Do you see people and think, “OMG! It’s Matt! Matt! HI! HI! HI!” and then realize this guy looks like the Matt you knew in college, looks the EXACT same and it’s been ten years?
The Matt you used to know probably has grey hair and a small belly like you do. Also, he probably is not taking Freshman CS 101 since he passed that class 14 years ago, graduated, and is now (last you heard anyway) a manager at a big chemical plant in eastern Washington. Still, though, you SWEAR it’s him. In fact, you even say, “Matt?”
And boy do you feel dumb when he says, “What? Who?”
Lately I’ve been having these.. I don’t want to say visions.. I won’t call them “moments of clarity,” let’s just say… I’ve been having these…. thoughts. Yes. Thoughts.
In fact, I’ve come to some major conclusions lately. I’ve actually figured somethings out. This is a rarity. Please know this.
It’s not just the new web site I built this week for the senator.* It’s not even the if statements I figured out how to put into my posts so only members can see thing and other people, well, don’t. ** Or the