Nick and I went to McDonald's on Monday and came home with food poisoning! YAY!

I never had it before so it was awesome.

Missed all my classes and work on Tuesday and am still not feeling 100%. At least I can stand up and not feel nauseated.

Sad part was that I missed classes on Friday because of my death cramps so I haven't been to my Tuesday/Friday classes in a week.

Nick still isn't feeling well.

funny story is below...now this is serious

In other news, McMillan is in the hospital. She was teaching a class the other day and couldn't remember what she was talking about. She kept searching for a word and couldn't think of it. She said everything went out of her head, she couldn't remember anything and she thought she was having a stroke. She collapsed or started shaking or something and the nursing students helped her out and called Nurse Kim. She's been in the hospital since then. They took an MRI and there was a teardrop shape that was floating on her brain. They think she has a brain tumor but won't know for sure until the test results come back. Cindy and Pat went to see her and said she wasn't wearing a hospital gown, she was just wearing her normal clothes. How very McMillan.

I hope she's okay.

Killer Balloon

I received two birthday balloons. One I received on my birthday. This balloon is still alive somehow. It still touches the ceiling and everything.

Today, this balloon stalked Katti. I was sitting in my room watching TV after work and it floated across the room to Nick's desk by the door. It appeared to be plotting something with my other balloon. I returned to watching Jon & Kate Plus 8 reruns and at some point it escaped my bedroom. I didn't notice it leave but Katti came to talk to me and the balloon was waiting for her right outside her door. To get to this point, it needed to float down from the ceiling and through my doorway. It proceeded to follow Katti down the hallway and then made a break for the kitchen. In order to get to the kitchen, it had to float down from the ceiling to get around a part where the ceiling lowered a little to make room for the ducts/vents. AND IT DID IT. It then turned a corner to stop in the middle of the kitchen.

This is where it stayed and waited for us after we got back from the grocery store. I cleaned the cat's litter box and threw it back in our bedroom, hoping that it would stay there and stay away from me.

I started to get ready for bed and I went to kick it out of our room when I noticed it wasn't in the room. I searched the apartment and couldn't find it. I finally called Oliver out to see if I had just gone blind and couldn't see it but he couldn't find it either. I decided that if I was looking for it, I might as well look everywhere and opened the door to the third bedroom (the door that stays shut to conserve heat) and the balloon was hovering on the other side of the room, past some boxes.

I am keeping it in there. This other balloon better watch it or it might get kicked out too.

I only need one class to graduate and that is the one class that I am too lazy to do the work for. Ugh.

I love our country

First Lady Michelle Obama visited Howard University today, where she assured a crowd of college students that hey, it's ok if you're not sure exactly what you want to do with your life.

"There is no one right way to do any of this. And the choices and the decisions will change, given your circumstances.

The person I was when I was in college is very different than the person that I am today. That person is very different than the person who was single and married. I was different when I was -- not -- but single and not married. I was different when I was married. I was different when I was married with kids. (Laughter.) I was different when I was married with kids in certain types of jobs. And every step of the way, I wondered whether I was doing the right thing.

So know that in your struggle to figure these things out as women, as professionals, that you have to do what's right for you at any given time, and that's going to change -- from week to week, from month to month, from year to year.

The question that I hate most that we ask of young people is, 'What are you going to be when you grow up?' And the truth is, I still don't know, and I'm 45 years old. All I know is that it's important for you to be true to yourselves, not to worry too much about what other people are going to think or make of your choices, because everyone will question what you do and tell you you should've done it the other way."

White House.gov

Tattoos, cont.

I would like the number 143. It will be under the infinite heart on the same wrist. I am adding it to the previous list.

"[Mister] Rogers came 'to see that number as a gift…' because, as he says, 'the number 143 means ‘I love you.’ It takes one letter to say ‘I’ and four letters to say ‘love’ and three letters to say ‘you.’ One hundred and forty-three."

I read that article and cried. I can only hope that I can be as nice and as good of a person as he was.

Tats I am currently wanting, location of said tattoos, their commemorative occasion and how long my lust has been brewing

I was bored in Philosophy so I decided to make this list. Quotes denote the actual word or phrase, descriptions accompany pictures/designs.



1. "Orpheus", behind my ear (left? right?) upon my engagement. Lust for this one has been brewing for over two years. Nick doesn't like tattoos (he thinks they're stupid) but I've talked to him about the ones I want and I think (?) he's okay with it. He still thinks they are stupid.

2. Infinite heart (infinity sign with heart on one loop), on my right wrist (in white?) whenever I am with Laura and we are drunks. Lust for this one has been brewing for four to five months.

3. "Music is my aeroplane", unknown location, unknown commemorative event. Lust for this one has only been brewing for a month or so making it the second sketchiest.

4. "The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. Or the one.", unknown location, upon birth of first child. Lust has only been brewing for two hours making this one the one I'll probably nix. Also people probably already have it so I will need to google the heck out of it when I get home.

5. "143", below the infinite heart on my right wrist, upon the birth of my first child. Totally pretentious awesomeness? "CXLIII". Did you know google will do Roman numeral translation like it does math equations? It's great. Lust has been brewing for...20 minutes?



This is here so I can reference it, talk it over with you kids and refer to it when brewing more ideas.

NEWS! THAT IS GOOD! GOOD NEWS!

I know I mentioned this to you guys in passing but it seems to be actually happening so I feel like I can really talk about this now.

Nick's parents bought a car van and are fixing it up for Nick and I. They estimate it will cost about $1000 to fix everything on it (dented driver's door, dented panel above driver's side front tire, no driver's side mirror--all from the accident that put it in Nick's parents' possession) and they are giving us a year to pay them back. We definitely don't need that long to pay that small amount but it is so very nice of them to give us an extended amount of time. The interior needs to be cleaned out (cheerios, crumbs, children wreckage etc) but other than that, it should be ready for us in the next couple of weeks!

It is a 2002 Chrysler Town and Country minivan. It has heated seats (!), automatic sliding and hatch doors along with cap'n seats, a four disc CD changer and leather seats.

I have not seen it yet and I do not know what color it is so it has not a name. I only know it is awesome and we are so very blessed. I am so thankful. If we really end up moving like we want to, this will be perfect for our big move out of state.

And it makes me want to have/steal a baby to make it useful. Also, road trips: this time it's for real.

Hey, news media!

I don't hate Nadya Suleman because the economy is bad, news media. I would hate her even if I was the richest person in the world and everyone else was happy and had tons of money.

I hate her because she is a single, unemployed mom who already has six kids under the age of eight who is living with her mother. I hate her because one of those six kids is autistic. I hate her because none of her children will get the special attention they need. I hate her because she thinks she can breastfeed all eight of the kids she just had. I hate her because there are people out there trying for just one kid, and never able to have that one kid, while she gets 14. I hate her because she's an idiot.

I want to have kids too but you don't see me running out and getting knocked up. I know that I can't afford to support even one kid right now. How in the world did she think she could support 14? I'm sorry but she cannot have eight more kids and rely on sponsors or media support. I don't think she thought this through at all.

And what kind of doctor transfers six embryos when she has six kids already and is younger than 35? This is just a fucked up situation all around.

ALSO! Do not have babies because you want to be loved. Have babies because you have love to give.