Thursday, January 22, 2009

The things France and Oklahoma have in common.

I love following the news. I spend a considerable amount of time reading it in the paper on the way to work and a little time online at lunchtime at work every day.

However, I'm getting a little sick of Obama madness. Living in DC, it's all I've heard about since November, all I see on TV, and all I read in the paper. I really had to spend some quality time looking for these news gems amidst the Obamania:

1. Flaming squirrel sets school on fire:

Questions and items to consider:

a. Where exactly is Jones, Oklahoma?

b. Is it ok that I feel good about the trailers burning to the ground? Maybe now those kids can have a real school built for them.

c. Animals in the news are my favorite. They're always doing heroic/anti-heroic things. Take, for further example, the following story:

2. Depressed poodle attacks former French President:,2933,481426,00.html

Questions and other items to consider:

a. "The couple's white Maltese poodle, called Sumo, has a history of frenzied fits and became increasingly prone to making "vicious, unprovoked attacks" despite receiving treatment with anti-depressants." I am not sure I even need to comment on that.

b. Is it worth spending the money to buy anti-depressants for your dog when there are people starving for food in Africa and people starving for emotional stability in America?

c. Is it just me, or do Madame Chirac's legs look awfully manly in the undated photo?

d. I think the world would get along just fine with one less French poodle.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Oh, You're an Angry Elf

I had just finished my normal mid-morning snack of Keebler Peanut Butter Crackers today at work, when i went to and read this:

Paul suggested that I run to the bathroom and throw up, just in case. Thanks, but no thanks, Paul.

Destiny suggested that I hurry and eat yogurt so that the good bacteria would win-out. No Yogurt in sight.

So, if I don't post for a while it will most likely be:

a) Because I have contracted salmonella and am on my deathbed;
b) Because I am nervous that I'm going to come down with the symptoms of Salmonella at any second and am staying in bed for preventative measures; or
c) It's just like usual, and I'm too busy/lazy to post.

Alas, until a later date, I shall leave you in suspense.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

What's happening


Trip to New Hampshire. Highlights: seeing the covered bridges. Being amazed at the fall colors. Having our engagement pictures done at Blake's house (see below...just a little taste).

New job at Georgetown Law.

Thanksgiving in Pebble Beach with my family. Highlights: dinner at Fresh Cream. Celebrating my grandparent's 50th wedding anniversary. Low light: Blake staying home due to the horrible timing of GW Law finals.

Studying "by proxy" for finals.


Quick weekend trip down to Disney world with Blake's family. Highlights included watching Blake's nephew, James, cry on every ride except for It's a Small World, taking advantage of fast passes, wondering why one out of every one point five people at Disney was obese, and eating an ice cream bar shaped like Mickey's face.

One week in Utah with my family. Highlights included snowmobiling on Christmas day at my uncle's cabin, multiple wedding dress fittings, playing Wii with my brothers, eating way too much candy, seeing old friends and hanging out with family.


New Years at Blake's house. Highlights included: Wii, Clearplay, iPod touch and new TV = whole new world of entertainment.

Back to work. Saving the world, one adjunct at a time. Highlights include: dealing with the world's craziest/scariest head of payroll, conquering, and living to tell the tale (more on that to follow).

Searching for housing. Highlights: Finding it hard to believe that we're in a recession. Going through the lending process and filling out loan paperwork. Learning new words like "earnest money" and trying to jump in while interest rates are so low.

Final touches for the wedding. Highlights: 10 trips to the photo store trying to get them to print the right pictures. Picking out ties and tuxes. Still trying to find a photographer...

Monday, January 5, 2009

Just face it...

Friday was my first day back to work.


I woke up early while furiously scratching my face. A couple minutes later I faced the ugly truth in the mirror. The right half of my face, and my entire forehead was swollen and the color of a well-ripe tomato.

For a couple minutes I tried to tell myself that maybe it was just a really bad pillow mark. But, several minutes and one shower later, it was still there, lurking conspicuously across my face.

I started to get nervous.

I started to notice how itchy and hot my face was, and how raised and hard the welts were.

Having little medical knowledge, and not yet knowing the name or information for my primary care provider (I just switched medical insurance...), I didn't know what kind of a reaction I was having. I hadn't changed any eating habits, taken any new medication, used any new products on my face, or anything else I could think of. I made a mental list. I wracked my brain to figure out a quick-fix solution. The only thing I could think of was Benadryl. Lots and lots of Benadryl. I ran out the door early so that I could visit my trusty CVS and buy a jumbo family pack of Benadryl.

I also almost paused to take a picture of myself to post on the blog, but then thought better of it...I'm vain enough that I didn't want to show the world my Quasimodo face.

Halfway through the metro ride I noticed that people were staring. I wore makeup to make it a little better, but didn't want to cake it on, so the reaction was still clearly visible. The large amounts of Benadryl, however, kept me from being too self-conscious by just trying hard to stay awake.

Yes. You're wondering why I still went to work with a red, puffy, itchy, painful face. Well, here's the deal: who wants to be the one that calls in on the first day back to work (which is a Friday) and tell their boss that they can't make it because they're having an allergic reaction that's disfigured their face. Yeah, and my dog ate my homework too, teach', I swear.

I couldn't bring myself to make that call, so I went in. I twilight-zoned it for three hours, and then left to spend the rest of the day resting...and making Blake laugh unintentionally. I was slow.

I wasn't playing with a full deck of cards for most of the weekend, but at least the swelling and pain are gone.

Because I am terrified of spiders, and because that's what the consensus was on what had happened to my face, Blake helped me search through my room, and my bed to make sure the culprit(s?) were gone by Sunday night.

I haven't found them yet, but I have a can of raid by my bed just in case. Just in case.