i love . . . day 7

Rosscat gave me a subscription to the New Yorker for Christmas. I love it. Even though there are times where it is really dense reading. Often Greg will go to read an article and then he looks at how long it is and instead picks up his Entertainment Weekly. I digress. With the subscription came a calendar. I love February's picture:

i love . . . day 6

I love theatre. Not necessarily community theatre and really I love musical theatre (sometimes heavy dramatic plays aren't that much fun). But on our conference/vacay we went and saw this little ditty:The only reason we went is because Ross's BF was in it. Which was totally random in and of itself. But I must say - for a community theatre play - it was actually really funny. Apparently it is also a movie . . . who knew?

i love . . . day 5

I am posting these a wee bit late - but that doesn't make the "love" any less real. I love eating outside on a patio in February without even a jacket on. What a delight. Here is a fake picture of what it was like:

i love . . . day 4

This morning I played the best joke on Greg. I couldn't help it - it was awesome. We were at the airport waiting to go to Phoenix when I tell him how fun this weekend is going to be because Toddcat has a work visit in Phoenix too. Talk about a party. I think I saw Greg's face drop to the ground. He still doesn't know that I just made it all up. Toddcat just texted Greg asking what time we are going to meet up tomorrow. I can hardly wait to see how long we can drag this out.

i love . . . day 3

Right now - I'm loving my new book, "The Help." Totally excellent. I am supposed to give a presentation on Saturday at this conference and instead of reading the books that I am supposed to present on . . . I keep reading about Aibileen and Minny and Skeeter. Totally recommended.

I love . . . day 2

I love this stuff. Love it. I attribute my youthful looking skin (I'm complimenting myself here) to the fact that I slather this stuff on my face day and night - and the fact that I am Dorian Grey. (Hopefully someone gets that reference?)

I love . . . day 1

So since it is the month of love - I thought I better start posting some things that I love. You know, similar to the gratitude posts I try and do in November where I start out strong and then start to peeter off by the end of the month. But I'm going to give this a go.

For starters - I love my family. My sweet cousins have been going through some traumatic experiences this past week and I'm so appreciative of how much they have shared with all of us and the miraculous on-the-cusp of recovery of their little boy.

evaluations

I hate evaluations. I don't know why but I just do. Let me take that back - I do know why. I mean no one wants to be told that they are doing a crappy job . . . right? So I just read my student-professor feedback from last semester. I got decent reviews, however, there is one person in my book club class and my constitutional research class that described me as "somewhat poor." So now I'm sitting here trying to figure out - who would say that? (I think I've figured it out and to be honest her/his comments and contributions were somewhat poor . . . so what do you expect?) But still - why is it that it is almost human nature to look at that one negative comment and disregard all the positive ones? You don't have to answer that - I'm just thinking out loud (or thinking out blogging).

I'll get to more exciting posts later - so look forward to "painting the bathroom" and "what happens when the keynote speaker doesn't show up at your big event" and "how to make vegetable soup stock (currently in the crock pot as I type this)."

a brush with fame and a sleepover

First off - this past weekend we gave the nieces our Christmas present and had them over for a fantastic sleepover. We decided to take them to do something they have never done - go to a sports event. We went to the men's volleyball game and it was a hit for some and a miss for others. A definite hit was our electric blanket. Sarah is still talking about it's awesomeness. We got hit with snow that night and in the morning we made a "snow princess" although our neighbor later told us that she thought it was a goose.So this past week this man came to visit my office:
Because I don't watch "The Bachelor" (probably the one reality show I don't watch - I mean I have even been dvr'ing "Carnie Wilson - unstapled" and that's just sad). Anyway he was here doing some sort of interviews or something. I really have no idea. But I do know that many of my lady co-ed workers swooned. Really it was a brush with fame. Or at least pseudo-reality tv show fame. It changed my life.

a question for the ladies . . .

So Rosscat walked into my office recently wearing the following ensemble (this photo is a re-enactment - he didn't walk into my office with this goofy face and hand gestures):Now here is my question - does anyone see this "sweater tied around the waist" ensemble and immediately think . . . "That's what the school nurse (Nurse Brown, in my case) told all the girls to do while attending the sixth grade maturation program - you know - in case you got caught with "the curse" unexpectedly?"

Because when I saw him looking so goofy - that is all I could think of.

But really he put together this combination because um. . . well. . . I think the below picture speaks for itself:

I'll let you imagine how he did this at the office in the middle of the day - I promise your imagination is better than the story (alright he ripped it on a whiteboard metal thing - see I told you imagination is much better).