This is exactly the kind of stuff that doesn't happen at other jobs:
Zach: You might be interested to know...that I've been armadilla' hunting over the past two nights.
Jack: wait, is this happening?
Zach: I used the umbrella from the table to try and spear it. I will fashion a real spear this weekend and I will get it.
Jack: You can totally blow dart it. Or you should have a bucket lined up and try to kick it into the bucket. That way it's like a game and then it would be trapped.
Zack: can we make a note here, it is important not to chase a 'dilla barefoot because they WILL charge you...
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Sunday, May 20, 2012
More moosica
One week into the Summer A session of Anatomy and Physiology and the writing is on the wall: blogging is going to fall by the wayside. As much as I love my little, almost entirely inconsequential corner or the interwebz, I love getting A's more. I'm just that kind of nerd and writing for fun has already taken a backseat to less enjoyable but still necessary studying. I'm still taking my pictures of the day but I'm guessing that it will be about 5 weeks before I have the time to sort through them much less post them.
More studying has resulted in less writing also in A LOT MORE Pandora listening and finding (if not new, new to me) songs that I love and more candidates for Song of the Day. My study channel of preference at the moment is Sarah Bareilles Radio so the genre will be rather skewed but...meh.
More studying has resulted in less writing also in A LOT MORE Pandora listening and finding (if not new, new to me) songs that I love and more candidates for Song of the Day. My study channel of preference at the moment is Sarah Bareilles Radio so the genre will be rather skewed but...meh.
If I'm crying now, don't listen to it
It's only my heart
It's only my heart
Monday, May 14, 2012
Shake it Out - Take 2
I loved this song when Florence and the Machine came out with it and I
posted it here as my song of the day. I know it's not exactly creative to post a song twice but when I heard the Glee version I fell
in love all over again.
Same song. New Voices. Still love it.
Same song. New Voices. Still love it.
It's always darkest before the dawn.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Hug Train
I've talked about my friends here before, usually in the context of their being a bunch of the biggest assholes you've ever seen and despite the nice things that I'm about to say, I still stand by that.
The past few weeks though, I noticed something that I truly adore about these people: they're all huggers and they're good huggers. Not those pansy, tap tap tapperoo on the shoulders, I'm talking full body contact, sguqdging huggers.
We hug to say hello and we hug when we say "smell ya later." We snuggle in close to watch football games and leap on top of each other for pictures. We hug even though we just saw each other yesterday and even though its a billion percent humid outside and everyone is sweaty. And when several of us show up at the same time it starts a full on hug train, it might honestly be my favorite hug scenario. It doesn't happen often but when it does it's awesome.
I love it and I love them. My life would not be the same without them.
The past few weeks though, I noticed something that I truly adore about these people: they're all huggers and they're good huggers. Not those pansy, tap tap tapperoo on the shoulders, I'm talking full body contact, sguqdging huggers.
We hug to say hello and we hug when we say "smell ya later." We snuggle in close to watch football games and leap on top of each other for pictures. We hug even though we just saw each other yesterday and even though its a billion percent humid outside and everyone is sweaty. And when several of us show up at the same time it starts a full on hug train, it might honestly be my favorite hug scenario. It doesn't happen often but when it does it's awesome.
I love it and I love them. My life would not be the same without them.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
AAAAHMEN Chuck Lorre!
I always feel a a little guilty re-posting another person's work, it seems that taking someones else's words defeats the purpose of having a blog. There are time though that something just begs to be shared, hence this re-post from a far better writer than I, Chuck Lorre. (We'll just pretend that we don't know he is responsible for Two and a Half Men.) While the pronouns might be wrong for me but the sentiment isn't and I couldn't write it better so...a re-post it is.
CHUCK LORRE PRODUCTIONS, #387
He appeared normal. He spoke and behaved just like anyone else. The fact that he had no heart was very well concealed. Well, that's not entirely true. He did have one. It was just not in his possession at the moment. And this is where the story gets complicated. The woman who had the darn thing was blithely unaware of the fact. Well, that's not entirely true either. She knew that she'd left the relationship with more stuff than when she entered it, she just hadn't bothered to do a proper inventory. (Had she done so, she would have found several other hearts, as well as a few sets of balls.) Regardless, his dilemma remained the same. A woman had absconded with a vital organ and the gnawing emptiness he felt was a direct reflection of that vacancy. Well, that's not entirely true either. The gnawing thing had actually been with him since he was a child. He just liked to assign blame for the condition.Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Kaitlyn Grace
On April 16, 2012, Kaitlyn Grace Kieszek left us.
I lit a candle that night to help light her way on the path to wherever we go from here and I said a prayer so that she might be reassured on her journey by familiar voices assuring her that there was nothing to fear.
Usually I find comfort in admitting that I don't know what happens when we die, in giving that up to someone or something greater than myself. I am finding small comfort in admitting that I don't understand why Kaitlyn was taken from her family so young, why her bright light was taken from us all.
What I do know is that Kaitlyn, you are missed and even in your absence you are loved dearly. Your near constant smile, your charisma and and your determination to not only achieve but to simultaneously find joy in those efforts, has touched and inspired me. I hold you close to my heart.
I will miss watching you grow but I am comforted in knowing that you are at peace and hopefully enjoying the Popsicles and swimming pools that I am certain were waiting for you.
I lit a candle that night to help light her way on the path to wherever we go from here and I said a prayer so that she might be reassured on her journey by familiar voices assuring her that there was nothing to fear.
Usually I find comfort in admitting that I don't know what happens when we die, in giving that up to someone or something greater than myself. I am finding small comfort in admitting that I don't understand why Kaitlyn was taken from her family so young, why her bright light was taken from us all.
What I do know is that Kaitlyn, you are missed and even in your absence you are loved dearly. Your near constant smile, your charisma and and your determination to not only achieve but to simultaneously find joy in those efforts, has touched and inspired me. I hold you close to my heart.
I will miss watching you grow but I am comforted in knowing that you are at peace and hopefully enjoying the Popsicles and swimming pools that I am certain were waiting for you.
Monday, April 30, 2012
Next Time
"Next time I'll be braver
I'll be my own savior
When the thunder calls for me
I'll be my own savior
When the thunder calls for me
Next time I'll be braver
I'll be my own savior
Standing on my own two feet"
- Adele "Turning Tables"
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
French fried potatoes
He does not always eat french fries but when he does...
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| April 19, 2012 |
...he makes sure to eat them dantily.
At least now I know what a galette is now...
Roasted apple and butternut squash galette with maple mustard glaze. Admittedly it sounds far more toothsome than it actually was but at least I know what a galette is now.
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| April 18, 2012 |
You Get What You Wish For
Years ago I added "live alone" to my list of things that I wanted to do in my life. To be quite honest, I'm not quite sure why I felt like living alone was such an achievement or why I felt that it was something I needed so badly. I've sat here for over an hour trying to remember and I've got nothing, but the fact still stands that younger Anna felt I needed it.
Living alone is nothing like I expected in that I didn't expect to be doing it at 28 and single. I didn't expect to be doing it in the aftermath of some of the most heart-wrenching decisions I've had to make so far in my life. I didn't expect to being doing it with two cats. I didn't expect it to be as easy as it has been. I didn't expect to find the heavy, imperturbable silence when I walk in the door comforting in a lonesome way. I honestly don't know what I did expect but for all the good and the bad, I am grateful for it. I suspect that short-term I would have been more grateful had it never been necessary, but that in the long-term I will be better off for it since it takes a sheer force of will not not learn a lot about oneself when living alone.
Some day I may be able to remember what exactly my expectations were and decide if I've fallen short, met or exceeded them. One of the few things that I do know to be true though, is that twinkle lights make a place homey when it feels just a little too empty.
Living alone is nothing like I expected in that I didn't expect to be doing it at 28 and single. I didn't expect to be doing it in the aftermath of some of the most heart-wrenching decisions I've had to make so far in my life. I didn't expect to being doing it with two cats. I didn't expect it to be as easy as it has been. I didn't expect to find the heavy, imperturbable silence when I walk in the door comforting in a lonesome way. I honestly don't know what I did expect but for all the good and the bad, I am grateful for it. I suspect that short-term I would have been more grateful had it never been necessary, but that in the long-term I will be better off for it since it takes a sheer force of will not not learn a lot about oneself when living alone.
Some day I may be able to remember what exactly my expectations were and decide if I've fallen short, met or exceeded them. One of the few things that I do know to be true though, is that twinkle lights make a place homey when it feels just a little too empty.
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| April 16, 2012 |
Jabba the Joe
Why sleep at the foot of the bed when you can luxuriate under the sheets and the blankies.
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| April 15, 2012 |
Augie meets Daggie
I think my Mama might be the only person in the world who gets this (and so to my other 10 readers I apologise for the ambiguity) but: it's like the perfect blend between Augie Dog and Daggie Dogfoot.
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| April 14, 2012 |
Oli-G's first Happy Hour
I suddenly realized that I'm falling behind in welcoming all of the newborn peanuts that keep entering my life. The pace of new wah-wahs is picking up dramatically and I admit that I'm having trouble keeping up in more ways than just this blog.
Time feels like it's literally fly past me, I admit that it's not really a speed that I'm entirely comfortable with. Where are the days going? When did I grow up and start making regular dentist appointments, paying bills on a schedule and going to the Farmers Market for locally grown vegetables? I don't really know but it happened and here I am, taking deep breaths trying to slow my wheels and desperately looking for a bigger picture.
I can't believe that it was only year and a half ago that I showed up at the hospital to hold an hours old Oli-G in my arms and now she's coming to Friday Team Building with her mama.
I blink and they grow.
Time feels like it's literally fly past me, I admit that it's not really a speed that I'm entirely comfortable with. Where are the days going? When did I grow up and start making regular dentist appointments, paying bills on a schedule and going to the Farmers Market for locally grown vegetables? I don't really know but it happened and here I am, taking deep breaths trying to slow my wheels and desperately looking for a bigger picture.
I can't believe that it was only year and a half ago that I showed up at the hospital to hold an hours old Oli-G in my arms and now she's coming to Friday Team Building with her mama.
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| April 13, 2012 |
I blink and they grow.
A little bit of Monica in my life...
Only at Mo's house would I somehow end up with some kind of soda I've never heard of before (and I thought I was a soda/pop/fizzy drink coinessour), a Belgian wheat beer and a cup of coffee all at the same time.
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| April 12, 2012 |
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