The Brother has one regular chore in this house, and he gets paid for it and he works at it and doesn't do much else because he's scheduled down to the last second between the school band, the school jazz band, the drum corps he does after school and his girlfriend. But now he can't even do his ONE CHORE, he's so busy, so guess who agreed to take it over?
Problem: It's mowing the lawn.
First there was the safety lesson from my dad, with such gems as "Wear your heavy hiking boots or you'll hit a rock and break your ankle" and "Don't spill the oil on the ground or you'll rot in federal prison." And little chemistry lessons thrown in like "gasoline evaporates quickly." Because there's no way that someone who took a college chem class with a focus on organic chemistry would know that, I mean, really.
Then came the actual mowing, in the hot sun for hours, followed by going over the edges with a weedwhacker, hauling sticks in a wheelbarrow, carefully leaving the wildflowers on the lawn without leaving the grass around them, then going over the thing with pruning shears just to make sure I got all the obvious missed spots, and all the while I'm thinking Shit, between the gas exhaust spewing out of the mower and the fact that I'm contributing to the negative impact lawns have on natural ecosystems I'm basically raping Mother Nature's corpse right now.
This means that while I will probably do well in Ecology because I think things like that, I basically have proven that I will sell out for $32 (all that work and he said "Oh, you missed some spots" and took off $3 for it) and a lawn that doesn't make the neighbors want to evict us.
So I feel sweaty and gross, STILL, and my ankles are beat up and sore not from rocks, but from the fact that it was too hot to wear wool socks and my ankles were banging around in those stupid boots. I took them off as soon as I stopped using things with spinning sharpnesses.
I bet I have to do this the week after next, too.
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Monday, May 28, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
"The Best Advice: Call Your Mother"
200th POST! WOOOOOOO! Okay, celebration over.
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Wow. What a weekend.
So Friday was the Convocation, and Saturday was the actual graduation for UNH. We didn't go, though; instead Ryter got dressed up in his cap and gown and we watched the graduation from his mother's hotel suite. We woke up when his favorite professor came by to apologize and say he couldn't go, and then we drove over and were treated to an excellent hotel breakfast followed by second breakfasts upstairs, delivered by his dad along with his father's father. So his mom, his mother's mother, his dad, his father's father, and his aunt for good measure all sat around the big TV and ate bagels as we watched the graduation.
H.W. Bush and Bill Clinton spoke, which was kinda cool. There were secret service agents everywhere. Apparently the interim president of UNH is a friend of Bush Sr., so she was able to get him to come. Clinton had to rush off to talk at Harvard after he spoke, though.
Anyway, after the graduation we all went back to Ryter's apartment for the graduation party, for which his parents brought basically enough sustenance for an army of teenage boys. There was a ridiculous amount of food there, and my pies were a hit, thankfully- I was worried that they weren't going to live up to the hype. Ryter did a shot with his dad and there were lots of photo ops.
After they left we just hung out for a while until Loquelo came over with his roommate and we played a board game and chilled until 10, when I headed home. I was tired driving home, which was bad, but I got here safely.
Then this morning I was roused early to go to Shrewd's graduation down at Brandeis. Grandpa, Grammy, my great-aunt, and Mummy and Daddy were all there; but with Grandpa in his wheelchair (he can walk, but not for distances and he can't stand a long time) and my great-aunt with her walker, we were a slow-moving group. I sat with Daddy in the non-handicap seats, up in the bleachers. I couldn't spot Shrewd in the crowd of graduates but we did see her when they plastered her face up on the big display screen.
The speaker was good, but I didn't recognize him, and apparently he's a part-time professor there so not particularly special for the graduates. The only reason he was speaking was because the previously booked speaker, a famous journalist, passed away a few weeks ago. Still, he did a very good job and I even stayed awake. The Benediction was particularly nice, as it was given jointly by the campus priest, rabbi, reverend and imam.
Afterwards we were given about an hour to get out, do a ten-minute walk over to the second, departmental graduation ceremony. Alas, it took forty-five minutes to just get out of the building, and we got separated-- Grandpa, Grammy, Daddy and I got there on time and saw it from the beginning but Mummy and my aunt were late. They still saw Shrewd walk up to get her diploma, though.
After a celebration at Bertucci's, they all went home and I stayed behind with Shrewd to help her pack-- she hadn't even started. That's what we're doing tomorrow, too-- going back and clearing out her place. Fabulous, no? I am so exhausted right now...
Wow. What a weekend.
So Friday was the Convocation, and Saturday was the actual graduation for UNH. We didn't go, though; instead Ryter got dressed up in his cap and gown and we watched the graduation from his mother's hotel suite. We woke up when his favorite professor came by to apologize and say he couldn't go, and then we drove over and were treated to an excellent hotel breakfast followed by second breakfasts upstairs, delivered by his dad along with his father's father. So his mom, his mother's mother, his dad, his father's father, and his aunt for good measure all sat around the big TV and ate bagels as we watched the graduation.
H.W. Bush and Bill Clinton spoke, which was kinda cool. There were secret service agents everywhere. Apparently the interim president of UNH is a friend of Bush Sr., so she was able to get him to come. Clinton had to rush off to talk at Harvard after he spoke, though.
Anyway, after the graduation we all went back to Ryter's apartment for the graduation party, for which his parents brought basically enough sustenance for an army of teenage boys. There was a ridiculous amount of food there, and my pies were a hit, thankfully- I was worried that they weren't going to live up to the hype. Ryter did a shot with his dad and there were lots of photo ops.
After they left we just hung out for a while until Loquelo came over with his roommate and we played a board game and chilled until 10, when I headed home. I was tired driving home, which was bad, but I got here safely.
Then this morning I was roused early to go to Shrewd's graduation down at Brandeis. Grandpa, Grammy, my great-aunt, and Mummy and Daddy were all there; but with Grandpa in his wheelchair (he can walk, but not for distances and he can't stand a long time) and my great-aunt with her walker, we were a slow-moving group. I sat with Daddy in the non-handicap seats, up in the bleachers. I couldn't spot Shrewd in the crowd of graduates but we did see her when they plastered her face up on the big display screen.
The speaker was good, but I didn't recognize him, and apparently he's a part-time professor there so not particularly special for the graduates. The only reason he was speaking was because the previously booked speaker, a famous journalist, passed away a few weeks ago. Still, he did a very good job and I even stayed awake. The Benediction was particularly nice, as it was given jointly by the campus priest, rabbi, reverend and imam.
Afterwards we were given about an hour to get out, do a ten-minute walk over to the second, departmental graduation ceremony. Alas, it took forty-five minutes to just get out of the building, and we got separated-- Grandpa, Grammy, Daddy and I got there on time and saw it from the beginning but Mummy and my aunt were late. They still saw Shrewd walk up to get her diploma, though.
After a celebration at Bertucci's, they all went home and I stayed behind with Shrewd to help her pack-- she hadn't even started. That's what we're doing tomorrow, too-- going back and clearing out her place. Fabulous, no? I am so exhausted right now...
Saturday, April 28, 2007
I had a WEIRD dream last night.
Uhm, wow. You can tell I'm sleep deprived because I totally screwed up my Roman holidays... Wednesday the 25th wasn't the first day of the Floralia, it was the Robigalia, for the god Robigus, master of ergot (a fungus that attacks grain), mildew, and wheat rust, which is a blight a lot like ergot, attacking grains.
TODAY is actually only the SECOND day of the Floralia. Have some flowers.
Then go back to a couple days ago and read about what was supposed to happen today, instead of then, when you were supposed to be sitting around contemplating the wonders that Robigus brings us, what with his fungi. He even has a sister, Robiga, who helps him, because there's a lot of work when you control blights.
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Have you ever played Never Have I Ever? There are two versions, drinking and not, but in either version you go around and say one thing you've never done that you think everyone else in the room has done. Like Truth or Dare, I have instilled in my mother a deep-seated hatred of this game, because it's all about sharing secrets and making other people share theirs, and I was
In the drinking version, you take a shot/drink if you've done something mentioned; in the tamer version you put a finger down. The goal is to either get plastered, or get people out of the game. We were playing the drinking version, though at that point Ryter was onto Coke so he could drive me home safely and I was, of course, not drinking alcohol, so my drinks were cold green tea. The only one of our little gathering (four people) who was actually drinking was Loquelo, Ryter's buddy who I talked about before and who gets a name at last ("Loquelo," from the Latin "loquela," speech or language. That's his major, linguistics). Loquelo got rather tipsy; as in, if he stood up he'd probably fall over. His female friend drank a little, but she could drive home-- Loquelo wound up staying the night.
He's over 21 and he had a huge presentation today. I say he earned it. Plus I got to see Ryter make a flaming dragon, which is a shot of alcohol that you light on fire and that then lights you on fire as you drink it, at least judging by the expression on Loquelo's face and the fact that he then couldn't FEEL said face. Plus I can now say I've seen someone inebriated. Never had before.
I also learned that I am not only no longer the master of Truth or Dare because I've become a prude in comparison to my fellow college students, but I also now suck at Never Have I Ever because all the good ones that got everyone to put a finger down-- besides Going To Canada, never done that-- have now mostly been experienced. The last time I won it was because I'd never been kissed, for example. Plus when you're playing with your boyfriend you limit what you say to what you think he'd be okay with you sharing... since most of what you would have or wouldn't have done would involve him.
But I had fun, and no one drove drunk, and I didn't drink myself, and it was good times, and I'm tired so the post isn't coherent and I probably didn't need to clarify that I didn't drink twice, did I? Now it sounds like I'm trying to prove something, or I'm lying. It's 1:40 AM, I might as well be drunk for all the sense I can make.
TODAY is actually only the SECOND day of the Floralia. Have some flowers.
Then go back to a couple days ago and read about what was supposed to happen today, instead of then, when you were supposed to be sitting around contemplating the wonders that Robigus brings us, what with his fungi. He even has a sister, Robiga, who helps him, because there's a lot of work when you control blights.
Have you ever played Never Have I Ever? There are two versions, drinking and not, but in either version you go around and say one thing you've never done that you think everyone else in the room has done. Like Truth or Dare, I have instilled in my mother a deep-seated hatred of this game, because it's all about sharing secrets and making other people share theirs, and I was
In the drinking version, you take a shot/drink if you've done something mentioned; in the tamer version you put a finger down. The goal is to either get plastered, or get people out of the game. We were playing the drinking version, though at that point Ryter was onto Coke so he could drive me home safely and I was, of course, not drinking alcohol, so my drinks were cold green tea. The only one of our little gathering (four people) who was actually drinking was Loquelo, Ryter's buddy who I talked about before and who gets a name at last ("Loquelo," from the Latin "loquela," speech or language. That's his major, linguistics). Loquelo got rather tipsy; as in, if he stood up he'd probably fall over. His female friend drank a little, but she could drive home-- Loquelo wound up staying the night.
He's over 21 and he had a huge presentation today. I say he earned it. Plus I got to see Ryter make a flaming dragon, which is a shot of alcohol that you light on fire and that then lights you on fire as you drink it, at least judging by the expression on Loquelo's face and the fact that he then couldn't FEEL said face. Plus I can now say I've seen someone inebriated. Never had before.I also learned that I am not only no longer the master of Truth or Dare because I've become a prude in comparison to my fellow college students, but I also now suck at Never Have I Ever because all the good ones that got everyone to put a finger down-- besides Going To Canada, never done that-- have now mostly been experienced. The last time I won it was because I'd never been kissed, for example. Plus when you're playing with your boyfriend you limit what you say to what you think he'd be okay with you sharing... since most of what you would have or wouldn't have done would involve him.
But I had fun, and no one drove drunk, and I didn't drink myself, and it was good times, and I'm tired so the post isn't coherent and I probably didn't need to clarify that I didn't drink twice, did I? Now it sounds like I'm trying to prove something, or I'm lying. It's 1:40 AM, I might as well be drunk for all the sense I can make.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
"Special treat: SEA URCHIN SEX!"*
Today is a day sacred to Fortuna Primigenia, the goddess of luck. "Primigenia" is a title meaning "First-bearer."
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Mistake has given up her blog, I'm sad to say, so it's out of the blogroll. Now I'm trying to decide if I want to change her name here. I never liked the name "Mistake" for her because it always makes me feel like I'm saying she is a mistake. I only had it because she picked it out, because of some country song she likes or something, I can't remember her whole explanation.
So, possible names for her include:
-Translating her chosen name into Latin so I don't feel as bad about it: Mendosa. Con: It can also mean "bumbling."
-Amicula: means "dear friend."
-Nessecituda or Propriora: The first is a bit long, but both mean "friend so close she's practically related."
-Vivacia or Vivaxia, meaning "enduring," like our friendship, or "lively" like the friend herself.
Which do you prefer?
(Closer is also off the blogroll because he NEVER POSTS. But his name doesn't really bother me as much. Maybe I'll change his name to Suavidicus or Suavis because it's really funny to imagine Closer as being suave, but it actually means "sweet" or "sweet-talker.")
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My life has been rather crazy lately, and as evidence, I offer you last night, when I got to bed at 2:30 AM after running around doing a Chem quiz online (Blackboard, of course, was not functioning on my computer), and completing my Bio lab notebook for turning in today. I was so tired this morning that I barely stayed conscious in Chemistry and then took a nap afterwards, and missed yoga because of it.
Oh well. It's over now, the rest of the week shouldn't be so bad.
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My Biology professor offered us a choice of final grades for lab. Option A, a standard lab practical; B, a group project going over everything we've learned in lab. Facing the prospect of yet ANOTHER test we went with the group project. After a long discussion in which the loudest or most obnoxious types (Incredibly Hot Guy-- I've found being in a relationship to be an excellent way for me to notice when guys are actually very bossy and domineering) dominated, tempered slightly by the "Take-Charge Young Female Leaders" and Flirts With TAs, who was at least trying to make sure the quieter girls in the back got a word in edgewise on the matter.
Flirts with TAs has a mohawk. This makes me want so much to giggle at him but he was the only one of the leaders who actually let me talk so I felt bad about it.
Anyway, long story short, I am going to be a VH1 host on a segment entitled "Top Five Worst Reality TV Shows." The entries include such gems as "America's Next Top Algae" and "Survivor: Chordata." I believe one entry will involve Flirts With TAs and Incredibly Hot Guy hitting on the professor while discussing angiosperm versus gymnosperm reproduction.**
It will be awesome.
*Professor: I'm sorry, the sea urchin sex demonstration has to be postponed. Dr. Walker hopes that next week he can coax them into giving you little demonstration but it seems that while the males are ready and rarin' to go, the females are a bit reluctant.
[long pause]
Incredibly Hot (Bossy) Guy: Wait, how is that abnormal?
**Angiosperms are flowering plants. Gymnosperms are things like pines without flowers.
Mistake has given up her blog, I'm sad to say, so it's out of the blogroll. Now I'm trying to decide if I want to change her name here. I never liked the name "Mistake" for her because it always makes me feel like I'm saying she is a mistake. I only had it because she picked it out, because of some country song she likes or something, I can't remember her whole explanation.
So, possible names for her include:
-Translating her chosen name into Latin so I don't feel as bad about it: Mendosa. Con: It can also mean "bumbling."
-Amicula: means "dear friend."
-Nessecituda or Propriora: The first is a bit long, but both mean "friend so close she's practically related."
-Vivacia or Vivaxia, meaning "enduring," like our friendship, or "lively" like the friend herself.
Which do you prefer?
(Closer is also off the blogroll because he NEVER POSTS. But his name doesn't really bother me as much. Maybe I'll change his name to Suavidicus or Suavis because it's really funny to imagine Closer as being suave, but it actually means "sweet" or "sweet-talker.")
My life has been rather crazy lately, and as evidence, I offer you last night, when I got to bed at 2:30 AM after running around doing a Chem quiz online (Blackboard, of course, was not functioning on my computer), and completing my Bio lab notebook for turning in today. I was so tired this morning that I barely stayed conscious in Chemistry and then took a nap afterwards, and missed yoga because of it.
Oh well. It's over now, the rest of the week shouldn't be so bad.
My Biology professor offered us a choice of final grades for lab. Option A, a standard lab practical; B, a group project going over everything we've learned in lab. Facing the prospect of yet ANOTHER test we went with the group project. After a long discussion in which the loudest or most obnoxious types (Incredibly Hot Guy-- I've found being in a relationship to be an excellent way for me to notice when guys are actually very bossy and domineering) dominated, tempered slightly by the "Take-Charge Young Female Leaders" and Flirts With TAs, who was at least trying to make sure the quieter girls in the back got a word in edgewise on the matter.
Flirts with TAs has a mohawk. This makes me want so much to giggle at him but he was the only one of the leaders who actually let me talk so I felt bad about it.
Anyway, long story short, I am going to be a VH1 host on a segment entitled "Top Five Worst Reality TV Shows." The entries include such gems as "America's Next Top Algae" and "Survivor: Chordata." I believe one entry will involve Flirts With TAs and Incredibly Hot Guy hitting on the professor while discussing angiosperm versus gymnosperm reproduction.**
It will be awesome.
*Professor: I'm sorry, the sea urchin sex demonstration has to be postponed. Dr. Walker hopes that next week he can coax them into giving you little demonstration but it seems that while the males are ready and rarin' to go, the females are a bit reluctant.
[long pause]
Incredibly Hot (Bossy) Guy: Wait, how is that abnormal?
**Angiosperms are flowering plants. Gymnosperms are things like pines without flowers.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
"You Will Be Awarded A Great Honor"
Note to self: Chapstick in the purse is useless if the purse is across the room. Next time, pockets. That's what they're there for.
Note to guys: Come on. Either make up your mind to grow a beard, and warn us that you're going to do so, or shave.
I have flowers! Longer-lasting than cut ones, too. It's a petunia plant. I think. Anyway, it's very cute and going on my windowsill, as soon as I clear off said windowsill's various cluttering junk.
In case you can't tell, I lose coherency at about 1 AM, which is why I would like to point out the stupidity of my going over to submit my Chem quiz at that ungodly hour last night at the computer lounge because they had Blackboard access, I was just denied it. I got a 50. Whatever. It was 1:30 in the morning and I had to walk by two people necking under a street lamp in order to submit the damn thing. Then I woke up this morning and realized it wasn't even due until 5 PM today (okay, technically this happened yesterday, but you get the idea) and I was about ready to punch something.
Plus spring is in the air, which means the weather is nice and we got to have Latin class outside today (was wearing my hair down, so the wind was rather disastrous for vision), and I didn't have to wear a coat, but at the same time, young men's fancies, and it means that the streetlight snoggers were only one of several couples I've seen making out in public forums (public being the key word here, I don't care what people do as long as I don't have to watch it).
You know what? I'm tired. Read about extreme ironing.
Note to guys: Come on. Either make up your mind to grow a beard, and warn us that you're going to do so, or shave.
I have flowers! Longer-lasting than cut ones, too. It's a petunia plant. I think. Anyway, it's very cute and going on my windowsill, as soon as I clear off said windowsill's various cluttering junk.
In case you can't tell, I lose coherency at about 1 AM, which is why I would like to point out the stupidity of my going over to submit my Chem quiz at that ungodly hour last night at the computer lounge because they had Blackboard access, I was just denied it. I got a 50. Whatever. It was 1:30 in the morning and I had to walk by two people necking under a street lamp in order to submit the damn thing. Then I woke up this morning and realized it wasn't even due until 5 PM today (okay, technically this happened yesterday, but you get the idea) and I was about ready to punch something.
Plus spring is in the air, which means the weather is nice and we got to have Latin class outside today (was wearing my hair down, so the wind was rather disastrous for vision), and I didn't have to wear a coat, but at the same time, young men's fancies, and it means that the streetlight snoggers were only one of several couples I've seen making out in public forums (public being the key word here, I don't care what people do as long as I don't have to watch it).
You know what? I'm tired. Read about extreme ironing.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
too lazy to get a cookie
Today is the Quirinalia, a festival devoted to Quirinus, one of the few Roman gods that doesn't have a Greek counterpart. The Romans considered him to be the deified Romulus, but he was originally a Sabine god that was incorporated into the Roman pantheon. He was a god of the Roman state.
The Quirinalia was celebrated with games. I think. I normally research these things better but I'm tired.
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I didn't get enough sleep last night, so I've been sleepy all day... My plans for today were dashed when it was decided that we would all watch The Sound of Music together. It was my father's birthday gift for my mother. Then I was going to go home after it, but we were looking at the extra features (it was a special-edition DVD) and I just had to see the Biography documentary on the real von Trapp family (did you know that the real Maria was the hard-nose, "tough" parent and the Captain was the sweet, loving one?), and then there was the reunion special with all the actors who had played the kids...
But I'm exhausted, so I'm shutting up now.
The Quirinalia was celebrated with games. I think. I normally research these things better but I'm tired.
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I didn't get enough sleep last night, so I've been sleepy all day... My plans for today were dashed when it was decided that we would all watch The Sound of Music together. It was my father's birthday gift for my mother. Then I was going to go home after it, but we were looking at the extra features (it was a special-edition DVD) and I just had to see the Biography documentary on the real von Trapp family (did you know that the real Maria was the hard-nose, "tough" parent and the Captain was the sweet, loving one?), and then there was the reunion special with all the actors who had played the kids...
But I'm exhausted, so I'm shutting up now.
| You Are a Centaur |
 In general, you are a very cautious and reserved person. However, you are also warm hearted, and you enjoy helping others in practical ways. You are a great teacher, and you are really good at helping people get their lives in order. You are very intuitive, and you go with your gut. You make good decisions easily. |
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