Saturday, February 28, 2009

Fun with Puns and Homonyms!


I have a lot of homework to do. Like, a lot.

I don't even want to tell you how much.

And instead of doing it?

Here are some pictures of deer. You know. Like "oh DEAR, I'm far behind!". It's a joke. A bad one. I'm procrastinating. Stop looking at me like that. Ok, fine. I'll go read.

Ok, but ONE last thing- you have to admit the pictures were cute, if only to justify my taking the time to put these up when I should be reading. Just do it. Please. I'll wait while you justify my irresponsibility.



Thank you.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Trying Not to Forget

"Remember that you have only one soul; that you have only one death to die; that you have only one life...
If you do this, there will be many things about which you care nothing."
St. Teresa of Avila

This is a picture of me in Japan, on top of a mountain an hour away from my apartment. I can remember this day so clearly. It was like something out of a dream to be on top of one mountain, encircled by others, and to see nothing but snow and sky for miles. I felt like the entire world was nothing but clean, pure white and the blinding light of sunshine in front of the blue sky. We played and made snow angels and had a picnic. The people in the distance were often nothing more than little moving dots. Anytime I see this picture, I remember how happy, and free, and grateful I felt. I was just wrapped up in a simple childlike awe of how overwhelmingly beautiful this world is, and how happy I was to be able to enjoy it.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

When Your Plans Go off the Map

We've all heard this at one point or another-

If you try your absolute best, you know you did everything you could, and you still fail at something, you didn't really fail at all. I've heard people say that, and I've thought "sure, yeah, that's really comforting".

But you know what? It really is comforting, and it's true. Failing in something doesn't feel bad at all when you've done everything you can. When you have, you kind of start to realize "hmm, maybe the point was the effort, not the outcome."

Oh, and to answer your question- yes, my thoughts are always in quotations in my head.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

The Family Feline and His Hair Fetish

Here are the purposes of this post:

1) Our cat is adorable and strangely human and huge- case in point (foot for size reference, you're welcome)2) He does this kinda weird but endearing thing where he is obsessed with hair, he lays on it and rolls around on it and head butts your head- I think he thinks I'm a cat, so don't tell him if you ever met him. He couldn't take it. In the following picture, it's hard to tell where my hair ends and his fur begins. Get ready to get tweaked out on cuteness...

I love that blissful "This is the life" look he has on his face. I gotta say, I'm glad Arielle forced us to take him back from Kate, who I dumped him on when I jaunted off to Japan. Yeah. We have a complicated relationship. We're working on it.

I do have to admit though that he is lanky and kind of scraggly looking and he leaves tufts of hair all over our house, so that if we don't vacuum at least twice a week our carpet starts looking like dalmation fur. He also begs for food like we abuse him, and he demands to be fed until he yaks it up all over the floor. Again. No one is perfect. Osiris is a work in progress. As long as we keep his belly shaved and Arielle feeds him I'm pretty sure he won't try and smother us in our sleep.

Pretty sure.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Opportunities to Take

"I expect to pass through this world but once; any good thing therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now; let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again."
Stephan Grellet

Saturday, February 14, 2009

A Captive Bird

First Time Ever I Saw Your Face

The first time ever I saw your face

I thought the sun rose in your eyes

And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave

To the dark and the empty skies, my love,

To the dark and the empty skies.

The first time ever I kissed your mouth

And felt your heart beat close to mine

Like the trembling heart of a captive bird

That was there at my command, my love

That was there at my command.

And the first time ever I lay with you

I felt your heart so close to mine

And I knew our joy would fill the earth

And last till the end of time my love

It would last till the end of time my love

The first time ever I saw your face, your face, your face, your face

This is one of my favorite songs, originally performed by Roberta Flack. Do yourself a favor and listen to it. You're welcome :)

Happy Valentine's Day kittens. Do good things.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Higher Education Has Some Dirty Low Tricks

I love to read for class. I not only purchase the required, but the recommended books. I adore books. Falling asleep with one nestled in the crook of my arm is better than sharing my bed with anything else, cat or human.

Let me reiterate- I love books. As in, real, actual books. You know, ones with sturdy covers, paper or hard back. A bind is nice. Just a good solid book kinda thing going on with yummy words and numbers at the top of them that go in order.

As opposed to, oh, I don't know, just throwing something out here... a spiral bound collection of photocopied pages of books. And maybe I also prefer real school books to this hypothetical spiral bound collection of pages because they are badly copied. And perhaps in this example some of the edges are cut off, and the incomplete sentences torture me with the infinite possibilities of completion.

And I would say that I certainly prefer real school books to a situation in which this (purely hypothetical) spiral bound collection of shoddily copied pages would cost me... hmmm, let's just estimate for the sake of the example.. $55.62.

I need to type that out to let it sink in- FIFTY FIVE DOLLARS AND SIXTY TWO CENTS.

Ok, ok, at this point I need to give you total honesty- this is not a hypothetical situation. I am in possession of this sorry excuse for overpriced educational material I have described above. And when I fall asleep with it, the pages get all flipped around, the spiral comes partly out, the flimsy cardstock cover gets crumpled, and I think my cat has been chewing on the edges, because CLEARLY even he can see that it is not literature to be respected.

Basically I'm supposed to be reading this overpriced collection of select chapters from a variety of books tonight, and I know I should be grateful that I didn't have to buy all the books separately, but mostly I just wish I could have said "look prof, just tell me the things I need to read, and I'll make copies myself. Seriously. You're gonna pass this off to a TA that's been working on a 4 year hangover, this is not the optimum environment for high quality production. Please. I can do this."

Why I don't run the world astounds me sometimes.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Traveling Companion

The feeling remains that God is on the journey, too. ~Teresa of Avila

Friday, February 6, 2009


Check the title of this post- they're in order. Congratulations that is. In sum, congratulations are in order.

Who is going to partake of this order of fresh from the kitchen congratulations? KARIN! Because she just landed herself an awesome job (and let me just take the time to say that she's making the exact same amount as I was making when I returned home from Japan. Did I mention she's 5 years younger than me? And I had a college degree when I came home? I'm trying to say she rocks, if you haven't gotten the memo yet).

Yay Karin! The next time I see you, I'm going to sing that song that goes "moo-oo-vin on U-up! To tha' East Side!". Because even though you're not actually moving anywhere physically, I want to tell you how well you're doing, so that then you'll buy me dinner.. I mean, you'll know how proud I am of you.


P.S.- I thought this picture looked like me singing to you. And it looks like you're listening in awe at how beautiful that singing is. Even though neither of those things are true.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Kids are Funny but Also Right

I received one of those cheesy e-mail forwards that most of the time I would roll my eyes at and then delete. But one of the little quotes from the kids stood out out to me.

'When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.
You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.'
Billy- Age 4

Billy, you're kind of weird with that last part, but I get what you're sayin' man. And you're right.