I am sitting on my couch nursing my second terrible hang-over of the week. Big life changes + my basketball team in the playoffs = lots of bad alcohol- consumption decisions. So instead of working on my Master's paper I am wrapped in a blanket fantasizing about Diet Cherry Coke and warehouses full of Gatorade.

If anyone has a soda-delivery business, now would be the time to tell me about it. D$ had to go in to work and if I'm lucky he'll bring some sort of refreshing carbonated beverage home (thank god he just got saddlebags for the motorcycle).

I have lots to talk about but right now I am still squeezing the beer out of my brain-cockles. For now, check out these two things that made my morning slightly-less excruciating (when I could lift my head to look at them, that is).

This pretty much summed up my internet insecurities in a nutshell (right down to the SVU reruns).

Rich always knows how to please me with the ridiculous pop-culture mash-ups. This video of people doing things wrong on infomercials is no exception.

Note: in my preview the font appears to be a different color than normal...but I have no idea why and can NOT handle trying to figure that out right now. Maybe it is the laptop I am working on? I'm not sure if I ever posted from here. Welp, we'll see if it looks normal when I push "Publish Post." It will be a fun and useless surprise, like finding a Canadian dollar.

Pins and Needles

Big things are happening around here, people.

Some of these things are stupid and involve vomit in cars.

Some of these things are huge and exciting and terrifying. And involve job offers in hometowns and salary negotiations (whee!) and the potential of renting large trucks to move one's belongings across state lines.

Big things. Big things that have my gut in a teeny twisty ball and a smile of excitement/terror on my face. Neither D or I have slept for the past two days (I woke up shouting at him in the middle of the night last night and don't remember why and he wasn't even mad. Because he hadn't been asleep.)

I want to share these things with you, have been thinking about what I can say. The whole point of this blog is to help me work through the transitions of this year, I know.

But I can't isolate my feelings just yet because I have about ten thousand going at once and am too jittery to put together a coherent thought.

Suffice it to say that I'm thinking about you and I will tell all soon enough.

Stay tuned for the big reveal!

Convos at our house: G-Chat Edition 2.0

D$ (apropos of nothing):I just built a radio using shit that was laying around.

Paper editing: an epilogue

Some advice:

If you just went through a grueling morning of getting your paper torn apart, it is best not to go home and have your husband edit your cover letter. Because that will make you want to rip his face off.

That is all.

Ugh

I am writing a paper for an advocacy group in Washington, D.C. as a part of my job as a research assistant for them. It is a research and opinion piece on a fairly hot current issue, and they are going to eventually publish it as their document.

This is very exciting, yes.

But turning in a draft that you slaved over and then having an hour-long phone conversation about all of the changes that need to be made is NOT exciting. Unless you think excessive armpit sweat, butterflies, and nausea are exciting.

It is so, so hard not to take this stuff personally. Especially when you have NEVER met the person making the changes and you are pretty sure the tone of her voice is expressing thinly veiled disappointment and/or the opinion that you are a terrible writer who may or may not be dumb as a box of rocks.

I shouldn't be surprised, really. I haven't had to undergo this level of scrutiny before. I've always been good at research and writing, so of course it is a blow to my pride and sense of self to be told, "Redo this, this, and this."

Deep breath. Editing is a part of writing. This is not about me. Learning to take criticism about what you hold dear is a good learning experience. Handling criticism professionally is going to take you far in this world. This is not about me.

Ugh. Excuse me while I finish trying not to cry, being angry at myself for wanting to cry, and then preparing for a big meeting for my other research job this afternoon. Hopefully my bangin' professional outfit will keep me together through this one.

I would like to make this very clear

To my friends who do not read this blog (because you don't know about it),

I would like to make something clear to you. I am a very busy person right now. Weekends are the busiest. On any given weekend I have to do homework, clean my apartment, go grocery shopping, handle piles of laundry, and apply for several jobs. Despite this, I will gladly carve out time to see you.

However, can we be straight about some things?

1) Please respect my time. If we make an agreement to meet at 1, don't text me at 11:30 and say "Actually I wanted to go to a class at the YWCA at 12:30 so I won't be ready until 2:15." Particularly don't do this when we were planning on doing something at 3:00 that we will no longer be able to do because of your gym class.

If we make plans to hang out on a Saturday night, do not say you will call me around dinner time with more details and then not call until 10:30 p.m. I am waiting around for you instead of doing homework or something productive, and it makes me mad. This brings me to...

2) I do not go to fancy clubs downtown. I do not pay an $8 cover just so I can drink $10 drinks and try to avoid grinding with a man in an Ed Hardy t-shirt. This is not because I am married and have suddenly become boring. I never did that. So when you call me and say "let's hang out" and then make it clear that you already have plans to go downtown to clubs and expect me to come along, I am sorta bummed out. When and if I come along (like tonight, whenever the hell you get ready go GO), it is because I feel bad that I never go out with you, even though the reason I never go out with you is because I hate where you go out and I honestly can't afford it.

I do not like telling you that I am poor and need to go to bed early so I can get up and be productive. I do not like being a stick in the mud. So I will go out with you to fancy clubs if that is what you want. But for the love of God be on time. And come to a fucking dive bar every once in a while.

Prettiness Interlude

While I'm waiting to get photos of Team Ladyparts' domination in the bowling lanes, I thought I'd share a little loveliness that I've been jonesing after. My sister's birthday is next week and I of course turned to Etsy for some help. The earrings on top are her present, Pacific Coast Sparrow earrings from LuxeDeluxe. They are actually from both D$ and I and he helped pick them. I showed him an array of earring choices and he said "Those are really cool. Yea - Those are really really cool! Get those!" This cute-ass button necklace was my second choice since my sister loves to sew and has her own Etsy shop making awesome aprons.

The second photo is something I found today - when I typed Etsy into my browser and hit enter it took me straight to EtsyWeddings, making me realize that I'd been neglected that fabulous site. Thank goodness for computers that remember where you've been.

These necklaces were featured on that site and JesusMaryandJosephIwantthemsobad. Unfortunately I don't have 40 extra dollars or a friend with a birthday coming up.

More things to lust after. You're welcome.