This Is Me

Monday, October 31, 2005

My college degree says I’m over-educated but it’s written in Latin, so no one but me can read it

During a conversation with my co-worker about how college does not actually teach you anything about what you do in the workplace after you graduate:

Me: All my college diploma [from Hillsdale] says is that I was indoctrinated by the Republican Party

Co-worker: It actually says that at the bottom, doesn’t it?

Me: Yeah, but it’s written in Greek

Friday, October 28, 2005

My Lucky Weekend

So, my co-worker gave me 2 tickets to tomorrow's MSU Vs. Indiana football game and I am STOKED! I've been to high school football games and to Hillsdale's football games (really more like a glorified high school football game), but I've never been to a serious football game that is important enough to make it on tv! I love live football. In high school, my best friend, Sally, and I would go to almost every football game, including the JV ones on Monday afternoons. Why not? We were both homeschooled and had the time. We'd watch 'our boys' play and always got to Con's (It's been named something else as long as I can remember but everyone still calls it by its old name) for a hot dog during halftime. When it got cold we'd huddle together for warmth and we'd cheer our team, the Vikings, on. In college I did not go to as many games. First, I had homework and secondly, none of my friends were really big fans. I like sports, but there are few things I like well enough to do them alone. So, I'm very excited about tomorrow.

I also am getting to go to the Symphony tonight! My roomate was given 2 tickets to a performance and she invited me to go with her. I am super-excited! I get to dress all pretty, enjoy fantastic music, and it's good company. I get to do not 1, but 2 of these once-in-a-long-time events for free and with my favorite people!

It's a good life.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005


Wednesday, October 19, 2005

A Season of Inactivity

I have been a little remiss of late with my blog, and the reason is mainly because I've been posting a little on my other blog over on myspace. It's very addicting I've found:-) If you happen to sign up because you see the joys of it are multi-fold, please friend me.

The news in my life is thus: Tomorrow my mother comes to visit (a.k.a. check out The Boyfriend) "Oh you're dating him now? Maybe I should visit." This comes with all sorts of amusement. I would say that the proper term for Jeremiah's state of mind would be "terrified." I am reminded of how lucky I am that I knew pretty much all of Jeremiah's family (including aunts and uncles) BEFORE we started dating, so I was already comfortable with his parents and friends with his sister and the assorted cousins that seem to be, enjoyably and to my delight, always under foot. So, this week my mother shall get to know Jeremiah and attend all my weekly events with me. I get to take 2 days off work to squire her about as well, which is very nice and we have all sorts of enjoyable events planned.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

The Blues

I am having one of those days when I want to go home, curl up in a ball under my covers, drink hot tea with honey, and cry. Maybe watch some mindless entertainment after a long nap. Most definately have someone give me a hug. (An impossible commodity when you work at a state capitol) Yes, I have the ‘Blues’. That horrible state of mind where I’m all mopey, with no good reason, and it’s for no good reason, but then because I’m already blue everything around me is more likely to upset me, causing some serious, entrenched depression. The kind where I get mad at some of the people I care about the most because they don’t have the psychic skills needed to read my mind to know exactly what I need and rush to my side when they are miles away and have not even talked to me today to have any of even the most rudimentary of tools to guess that something is wrong. This obviously shows they don’t care about me enough, or at all.

I hate it when I’m illogical. Especially when I’m illogical and I KNOW I’m being illogical. Blissful illogic must be nice.

Monday, October 03, 2005

“Christ calls human beings to humble, but not to stifle, their intellect.” - John Stott