Returning to the Womb?

My mammy's back from China.  Hooray.  So excited to go home tomorrow!

I had an MRI done yesterday and I was neeeeervous.  Some say it's like being shoved into a coffin. I agree.  But it wasn't all that bad.  In fact, some fleeting moments were downright pleasant.  Like the loud noises.  Most people complain about the noise, but I thought it really spiced up an otherwise snooze-worthy experience.  Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.  Like a nightclub, only you couldn't dance.  I wanted to ask for the soundtrack.  

It's the whole "I'm surrounded by this big hunkin thing and can't get out" thing that's scary.  The tech person offered me an eye mask, which I gratefully accepted.  This way, you can't see anything when they shove you in the tube with the ceiling only inches from your face.  I'm quite sure I would have lost it if I'd kept my eyes open the whole time.  Shutting them created the illusion that there was actually space between my body and the big ole magnet.  

I write this to un-scare anyone who, like me, clams up at just the thought of having an MRI. I promise, if you shut your eyes the whole time, it's much more enjoyable than you'd imagine.  I lived to tell the tale, and so, my friend, can you. 

de de dee

So happy that spring is almost here!  Last weekend's weather down in Virginia was such a tease! We were on the beach in 70 degree weather, and people were out in bikinis!! Bec, I think I might be moving down.  And I'll befriend that old guy we met at the park, who you refused to invite with us to dinner.  Cold heart. :)

I'm excited for April--so many fun things coming up and so many people to see!  And it'll be nice to go home, since we haven't been there in months.  Can't wait to take a nice long walk in Tyler with my parents--I miss the familiarity and comfort of it.

This semester has been so much work but so much fun.  Who knew I'd enjoy working with little kids so much?  Gosh, I just light up every time I'm there!  As usual, just when I think I've made up my mind, everything turns on its head. What an amazing experience!  

Bad Joke

Oh, hello, blog.  I forgot about you, what with selling my soul to school and work lately.  

I've been in some sort of stupor (still hovers).  What a week!  Boy am I glad to have three days off school next week. The Blockbuster movies are piling up for me, and Pug is impatient to send the chick flicks back so he can get his snoozyy foreign historical war dramas.  I don't even know what that means.    I think I'll make him sit through The Hours this weekend just to be a pain in the a.  It's only my favorite movie.

I'm sitting in writing a paper tonight, listening to the Rent soundtrack.  Yep.  I know what you're thinking, and I'm thinking it too.  

I took a break to eat an orange, and that's the most exciting thing that's happened to me in the past 6 hours.

Help!

For Sue

I'm so proud of my dad.  Today was Sue's retirement ceremony.  It was wonderful to meet so many people who admire him as I do.  And to see him honored many, many times as he deserves. Because he is immensely modest and talks little of himself, I was happy to hear so many people (including the admiral!) praise his accomplishments and managerial successes over the last 36 years.  It was truly moving, and I know that I will remember this day, and how proud and happy I am for him, always.  

My grandparents would have been so proud.

Goodnight.

eclipse

things 

are 

falling 

into 

place

 just 

as 

they 

should.

I realized today that it's all about perspective.  How you allow yourself to look at it. And today, it looks good to me.  

Me Talk Pretty One Day

Election Day.

Leave it to my mom to swoop in and convince me to change my mind two hours before I vote. And I was beginning to tout myself as a woman of strong convictions.  Right.

But that's not what this entry is about.  

Have you ever read anything by David Sedaris?  I first read one of his books last year, and now I'm reading another.  Gosh, he's funny.  This semester is really stressful, but I read a chapter of Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim every night before I go to sleep and laugh so hard that all my troubles just magically melt away.  (Not really).  His writing style is so witty and sarcastic--love it!!!  So SMART and for lack of a better word, real.  Gotta lend it to Sue.  Right up his alley.    

This weather stinks.

That's all.  

Hurry Up and Bring Your JukeBox Money

Last night was glorious.  Pug got drunk and did Spanish karaoke at a Peruvian restaurant.  Well, okay fine, he didn't sing in Spanish (because he can't), because the guy had some songs available in English.  We were the only native English speakers in the place.  Pug got up there and gave a less then mediocre rendition of Love Shack, which he coupled with some equally abysmal dancing for our visual (dis)pleasure.  Part of me thought, oh lord, make this song end now, right now.   And the other part wanted the hilarity to last forever.  Our waitress was beside herself laughing.  To complete the picture, the CD was scratched, so it kept skipping and making all of these ear piercing squeaks and shrieks periodically throughout the song.  Pug didn't even notice.  Nor did he notice that although he was singing the right words, he was singing them at the wrong time and in the wrong key.  It was grand.