One of my high school English teachers made us do this exercise he called a brain vomit. The premise was that you just got all your thoughts out. You were supposed to just keep writing for whatever set period of time. There seem to be lots of things just running wild in my poor little brain, so I think it’s time to set them free on the blogosphere!
- I have babies on the brain!!! While we were visiting my mom this past weekend, we kept my cousin's two little boys who are 2 months and almost 2 years old. Needless to say it was quite an adventure. Despite not getting any sleep, I want so very badly to kidnap them! Or have one of my own. And that seems to be all I can think about today. Fortunately, it’s a happy afterglow kind of thinking about it, not the painful, frustrated, longing kind of thinking about it. I’m sure that will return shortly.
- My father got married again this weekend, bringing his total number of marriages to three. It was the most ridiculous thing I have ever suffered through. I am the black sheep on this side of the family because I have very little to do with my father (and because I’m getting a PhD and haven’t popped out any babies yet). The reason I have very little to do with him is because he was verbally and physically abusive to my mom when I was a child. He’s mellowed a lot with age, and I appreciate that, but I still have no use for him.
Back to the wedding, it was a super duper hardcore religious Southern Baptist young earth kind of ceremony. Which is bad enough. But this is his third marriage, and I don’t know how many times his lovely bride has been married, but she has two children that I would guess have two different fathers. And he has at least one bastard child that was conceived while he was married. So it was kind of disgusting to sit through all the be faithful forever, I’ll love you until I die crap.
Everything was super tacky too. It was an early afternoon wedding. The bride wore a dress with a cathedral length train. A dress that was “hemmed” in the front with duct tape. I can’t make this up. The groom’s cake was on a table covered with camo and the cake had a deer head on it. I guess it’s better than a red velvet armadillo. The reception consisted of punch, peanuts, dinner mints and the cake. I didn’t expect a full meal, but some pretzels would have been nice. Maybe some cheese and crackers?
Okay, tacky wedding rant complete (and with no mention of the cankles or their arm/wrist equivalent. Ew.)
- Crazy Man ticked me off again last week. We had joint lab meeting with our collaborators across town. These are always painful occasions because our collaborator (Jabba the Hut) is outrageously obnoxious, but we’ll save that for another day. Crazy Man had ordered pizza for us, and he was running late, so he called to tell us to sign for it and take it down to the conference room. I answered the phone when he called, and he said, “Could one of you girls sign for the pizza and take it down to the room?” I was seriously speechless. And what do you know, us two girls were doing experiments while the boys were sitting at their computers. Grrrrr!!!
I think that’s it for now. I’m taking off a little early again today. TM demands groceries so that he can concoct me some gourmet meals. Who am I to stand between TM and groceries??? J Crazy Man will probably be ticked at me by the end of the week, but whatever. I got a lot of work done today, and by the end of the week I should actually (hopefully) have some data to show for it. That should appease him. I hope.