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I know I may be jumping the gun a bit here, but I am so not ready for winter. I know I’ve mentioned it before, but the last month and a half of summer was so energizing! I felt myself break a little bit when I realized that goodness was getting swallowed up by the presence of grad school. But, as we embrace you, Rainy Monday (and a week that looks as if it is going to be similarly rainy), it is hitting me full-force, for the first time in my adult life, that I am positively dreading the change in seasons, specifically knowing that every day wintertime gets a little bit closer. The days are getting too short, the cicadas have quieted and we’re all getting ready to settle in for a winter’s nap.

I want to resist the nap this year, big time.

So what are we going to do?
I want your help friends. I want to hear what gets you through the gloom and drear of winter. What makes you look forward to winter?

Greetings, Friendlings! How are you?!

I am well and lazy and am coming off of a lovely week-long vacation from life and worry. It’s wonderfully refreshing and while the physical aspect of vacation has departed, I am sticking to a regimen of not allowing the mental taste to stray too far from my memory. Wonderous!

I am moving this weekend with two wonderful ladies into an adorable little house that is located in the “hip” part of town. A part of town that will offer no assistance when consulting my desires to shop/eat out/drink and give in to vice. But I must resist, most of the time, and stick to my guns for one week from today I have my first class as a grad student at NKU! Today is my orientation and while I am not looking forward to droning speeches and shitty powerpoint presentations, I am looking forward to getting my books and hitting them moderately hard starting next week.

Summer is winding down, kids. One more week for us Norse and it’s looking like there’s gotta be some good old fashioned fun left in the Ol’ Summer Cannon.  While the beginning of this summer was rough and rocky, the last month or so of it has been on the up and up and I do think we should continue this trend. Wine? Fine dining? Park-day laziness? Films? ROLLERSKATING?

Oh, options.

calvinandhobbesToday is good, Friends. Ya know?

  1. The healing powers of the written word.
  2. Cheese. Most of the time.
  3. The color green.
  4. Bird noises in the morning.
  5. The persistence of ants.
  6. Cheap wine and winding conversations.
  7. The accessibility of photography.
  8. Believing in your own dreams, but the amazement and awe that can come when you realize someone else believes in them, too.
  9. Smiling without your mouth.
  10. Our ever-present elasticity and ability to grow, move, experience and change.

Also! I have been checking out some new music lately:
1. Juana Molina- Un Dia
2. Coconut Records- Davy
3. Sara Watkins- (Self Titled)
4. PJ Harvey & John Parish- A Man and a Woman Walked By
5. Death Cab For Cutie- The Open Door EP
6. Yeah Yeah Yeahs- It’s Blitz!
7. She & Him- Volume One (I know, not new, but I’m behind)

Hopefully this is some sort of motivation to write something? Time shall tell…

One of my favorite memories is one from Summer of 2006, standing in a field with some new friends in the middle of Northeast Argentina, a little tipsy on fantastic Argentine wine and just looking up. It was the stuff of legend. When one has spent their entire life looking at a Northern Hemisphere night sky polluted by city light, there is nothing quite like being out there in the middle of nowhere, with no major cities for hundreds of miles and just looking Up. The sky was so clear, you could see belts and shooting stars and beautiful decorations and patterns that were ever changing. One of the coolest parts was that you could see satellites scraping their way through the night sky. So beautiful. So amazing.

Anyway, one of my favorite websites is spaceweather.com. They often have neat information on when and where to look for fun happenings in the night sky. Very neat stuff. Anyway, I also found a link on their website for the best time, in your zip code, to catch a satellite flyby. And it looks like the International Space Station is going to be gracing our skies in the next few days. How neat!

So check it out and look up, Kid.

Anyone out there who has had then (more often than not) great displeasure of Dieting knows how incredibly un-fun it can be to eat something like pizza. And as awful as that may sound, it’s true. You save your calories for it, you take a bite and realize that more often than not, it is SO not worth it.

This weekend, Stephen and I went to dinner with our neighbor, Matt. He took us to Mac’s up in Clifton for the best damn pizza of my life. Totally worth it and I’ve realized that if I am ever breaking my diet for pizza again, it ain’t gonna be on no Papa John’s. Go amazingly delicious, or go home.

I’m so done with Old Man Winter, it’s not even funny. Never in all my days have I been so sick of winter… but I am SO sick of winter.  Every morning I wake up, put on layers of boring clothing and trek out into the cold. Squeezing my body heat in to the best of my ability and trying to remember what it feels like to have a nose have become regular occurences for me, and I’m not crazy about it. Every once in a while, when winter gets closer to handing off the baton to spring, we get glimpses of the wonders that lie ahead: liberating clothing,  painless use of fingers, no fear of ice. These things are fabulous, and now… with spring’s official start date a little over a week away, I find myself cheering the season on as if it’s Billy Elliot. I welcome the time change that will force me to lose an hour of sleep, I embrace the tedious task of changing out wardrobes and I count down the HOURS until I can turn off that blasted, good for nothing heater.

I hope that one day I’ll wake up and that big sun will feel warmer, my front porch will be inviting company of all sorts and it will be sunny well after 9 PM.  Hurry, spring. You can do it.

Or at least have the potential to become reality.

I get these daily e-mails/Splenda/Egg Beaters commercials from HungryGirl. Sometimes they have good recipes and tips and nutrition info, other times, not.  But yesterday in her e-mail she advertised a contest being put on by our good friends over at Macy’s called “Keep America Cooking,” And I really want to enter!!!

So I’m presently brainstorming up a, well, storm… and getting myself together to make a little mini-cooking show to submit to these Macy’s folk and hopefully get picked up by the Food Network, endorsements up the wazoo, million dollar contracts, weekends in Paris, yadda, yadda, yadda and the rest is history.

Wish me luck, Amigos.

“WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO UPDATE YOUR BLOG?” A very disgruntled and bored internet used asked me last night as I dutifully prepared his dinner.

“Tomorrow, I suppose.”

Are you happy, Darling?

I do apologize and I do realize that to my One dedicated reader that exists, this blog is a stalemate and a product of nothing but reruns and boredom. Lo siento.

I am presently waiting to hear back from Northern Kentucky University to learn of news that pertains to my admittance to their Master of Arts in Communication Studies program. I hope I get in, but I truly am sick of the waiting game. Let a sista’ know, NKU. Sakes!

Other than that, today is the birthday of the beloved Dr. Seuss. The man would have been 105 years young today and in honor, you can imagine, I have had a Seusstastic storytime filled with Hopping on Pop and Cats in Hats and Multiple Fish; Some red, some blue.

For you, Blog Readers, and as a gift from me to the departed Master of Tongue Twisters and Rhyme Schemes, I am going to present a series of photos that some may call “precious” or “cute” or “sweet.” But I am just going to file it under “animal cruelty.” Enjoy!

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Last night, Silena, Stephen and I got home from a brief shopping encounter at Old Navy (where I bought a very cute blue pea coat for $18…) to an apartment that smelled like Lampy from the Brave Little Toaster when he got fried (AKA- electrical burning of some sort). And after asserting that this smell was definitely emerging from the basement, more specifically, our furnace that was failing to turn on, we flipped it off and called the landlords who informed us that the professional couldn’t look at it until morning.Okay, fine. Understandable. But, as some of you may know, there are few things in this world that make me more agitated than trying to fall asleep in freezing temperatures. Hands down my least favorite thing about my parent’s house is that I have the coldest room in the house, below the attic and above the garage. It’s a pain to fall asleep in such temperatures. So, last night, as I woke up every hour to try and figure out a way to make myself as snuggled and small as possible, my sleep was less than ideal. And Stephen informed me this morning when he looked at the thermostat that the apartment was hovering somewhere around 47 degrees. And since our room kind of sticks out from the house a bit, I’ll call it an even 45 in my room. FORTY FIVE, people. Ugh. I was not a happy camper this morning. And dealing with being the communicator between landlord and roommates. Ugh. I struggled today.

Luckily, the library was kind enough to offer treats, seats and a new wide screen TV to all those who wanted to watch the inauguration and I took this as an open invitation to ditch work and watch the swearing in of our 44th President. And I felt warm. I felt restored and renewed with hope and all around good-feelingness. Yes, that’s cheesy, and yes, that’s cliche, but it’s true. I have high hopes for the next four years. I don’t rest them all on this president, but moreso on this country to pull itself together across boundaries that separate us. They may be based on race, or religion, or political affiliation, but the reality that they are harmful cannot be ignored. I am going to embrace this new time and embrace this new period in American history. Because “Yes We Did.”