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Thursday, 10 April 2008

  • Comeupances

    1 day until a small-town, fried fish, cheap beer, boot-skootin' dinner with my boss, his wife, their friends, Pete and me.

    8 days till curry-friend madness at my new friend's house.

    13 days until I must submit my 1st rough draft of a 20-25 page paper on African American Lit (my favorite class ever) which I have not started yet.

    36 days until I am done with this semester of school.

    And... 63 days until Pete and my reception!  Yay!

     -- Sent out invitations recently.  Be on the lookout.  Picked up the dress today.  Fitted and pressed and matches the shoes I bought 2 years ago perfectly! 

     -- Still haven't filled the Prius up with gas yet.  I've driven about 2-- something miles.  It's going on Two weeks now, though I fear I'll have to fill up this weekend.  It's a great car.  I suggest everyone gets one, right now.

     -- Oh yes, challenge me to Scrabulous on the facebook.  I dare you.  Or scramble if you really want me to show you up.

    Newsflash - Sassy is still the cutest dog in the world.

    ... Enrolled for classes next semester.  Weird books by women, feminist theorey, 2 teaching classes and still waiting to hear about a TA.  Send any good karma my way.

Monday, 25 February 2008

  • I have been enlightened.

    I have been busy as hell lately keeping up with school and reading and doing applications (I feel like I've been doing applications non-stop for 2 years), and preparing for a presenation at the MCCLM conference at NIU this friday.

    But in spite of all of that, I am thankful for my life and my whimsical personality and the special people in my life... and my dog. 

    There is snow on the ground, but it is melting (slowly).  108 days until Pete and I get married!  We'll be in Tulsa for a quick visit in less than a month.  I'm hopeful about getting a teaching assistantship and I think I'm going to pick up a fourth certification (in addition to ESL, secondary teaching, and the basic M.A. in Lit).  I hope Pete and I will be students forever.

    Every now and then I am homesick for our families, but for the most part, I am enjoying the exploration of a new place and familiarizing myself with new coffee shops, book stores, restaurants, ect.  If you're ever in the area, please let us know and we'll show you a good time for sure.

    Much love.

Monday, 21 January 2008

  • Wedding Planning

    Pete and I got engaged.  On Christmas.  In Spain.  Pretty much every girl's dream.

    Since then, we have:

    1) picked a date (june 12)

    2) booked a venue (five oaks)

    3) booked a band

    4) chosen a cake

    5) chosen a caterer

    6) bought a dress

    7) booked our honeymoon

    8) almost booked a florist

    Basically, I don't see what's so hard about planning a wedding and I can't wait until June to marry Pete and go to Costa frickin' Rica!  Also - I think I'm going to Hungary for 10 days prior to the wedding with my favorite undergraduate Prof.  ALSO, at the end of February, I am presenting a paper at the MCLLM conference and I'm terrified.  More than terrified, I just don't really know what I'm supposed to do, but I'm sure it will... come to me.  That's all for now.  Visit our wedding website because we're adorable: www.idofoundation.org/kelsieandpeter.

Monday, 03 December 2007

  • When I went outside this morning, it was 19 degrees.  Felt like 2, according to weather.com.  I didn't think it was that bad.

    We had an ice storm the other day.  The trees were all covered in ice and branches were falling because, with all the ice, they weighed too much for the trees to hold.  I stayed in an drank hot chocolate and played Scrabble.  The falling branches sounded amazing.

    No more snow since then, but Sassy has loved running around on the ground, which is still covered in ice.  She has slid down a small slope, accidentally, slid down stairs, and had her feet slide right out from under her, landing smack on her butt.  It's pretty cute.  Worth freezing to walk her every now and then.

    My job is only kind of good.  It's not hard at all, but boring.  School is the opposite.  Kind of.  It's kind of boring and hard, in different ways.  Mostly, I'm just not motivated.

    I am supposed to write a paper on Jasper Johns and John Ashbery, well, really on anything, but that was my topic of choice.  God knows why.  If anyone has an 8-10 page paper on this topic, I will buy it from you.  or a 4 page paper on either Johns or Ashbery, we can talk.  I saw an Ashbery exhibit that was randomly showing at the Institute of Art in Chicago yesterday.  It was pretty cool.  Who know he was still alive?

    It gets dark here at 4:30.  I wake up at 7:40 ish.  Sometimes I try to get up early; today I intended to get up at 6:30 and read before work, but it is physically impossible for me to get up early in the morning.  I've never slept as much as I am right now.  I'm not sure if it's because I'm just trying to avoid doing this paper, because it's so dark, because I'm dying, or just because I'm bored.

    Also, I never want to live in Chicago.  I kind of want to live in a suburb closer to Chicago.  I want to live in central America, Spain, Ireland, Canada, California, Washington and kind of Chicago.  Only kind of though.  In these places, I don't really care what I do, as long as I'm living with or very near my friends.

    Lastly, spaghetti squash is my new favorite food.

Wednesday, 24 October 2007

  • I killed a little boy's spider the other day.

    He had caught a daddy long-legs and was showing everyone and was all like, "Look at my spi-ter!" 

    (He had maltreated it and pulled most of its legs out.  I claim it was dead already).

    When he showed me, I was like, "it looks kinda dead, man." 

    Then he dropped it by my chair and I looked underneath me and didn't see it. (it was pretty much just a little ball, missing it's legs and all).

    After a few minutes, completely having forgotten about it, I stood up to get a drink and he's all - "You killed my spi-ter!"

    I lifted up my left foot and he's like, "No, the other one."  So I lift up the right foot, and he was right.  There was a puddle of goo right underneath my shoe.

    Poor kid.