28 February 2013

Big Brother WHA?

I hate to say it...but today my brother turns...gulp...40.  GHAAAAA!  How is that even possible?  The  70s feel like yesterday!

Look at this sweet face, fresh from heaven.
That sweet thing turned into a gun toatin' toddler
Then he became a boy with his dog
And a fearless water-winged bad ass
Who had zero qualms about wearing pajamas that matched his little sister

He's a fearless fisherman
With a love for dinosaurs

He's a total gentleman 
 And a musician
And favorite brother of all time!
Happy Birthday Topher!  Love your guts!

13 February 2013

Praise Rah!

It got above freezing today...I actually smiled...and my eyes didn't click from my freezing contacts.  There may be hope for Spring yet....happy, happy, happy.

11 February 2013

The Post Your Grandmother Would Write

Grad school should come with a warning label, something along the lines of "studies show that grad school may lead to deteriorating mental health, drive you to drugs and/or alcoholism, destroy your social life, make you one dimensional, AND give you chronic health problems."  As if almost losing my eye in the name of obesity research wasn't enough, I have now developed several other maladies.  Maladies I'm going to share with you, the general public, because the three people who read this blog want to know.

Let's start with this:
That was me, 2 months before I moved to the Sota.  Check out that smooth, milky white upper sternum.  Pretty flawless.  Now check out this:
Not so flawless.  Sometime in June 2012 I noticed a slight bump below my left clavicle.  I figured it had always been there and I went about my day/weeks/months...until I realized half a year later that the bump was getting bigger....attractive.

So I went to the student health clinic where I saw a doctor who I swear was an extra in the last episode of Portlandia.  After a round of Namaste we had this conversation:

Dr: "so what brings you in today"
Me: "I have this bump that is getting bigger"...I point to the bump
Dr:  "A bump?"
Me:  "Uh, yeah, a bump."
Dr:  "Let me feel it"
Me:  "Ok"
Dr:  "Does it hurt?"
Me:  "No."
Dr:  "I don't think it's a skin issue."
This is where I started to feel a bit uncomfortable with her credentials.
Me:  "I didn't think it was."
Dr:  "Why do you keep touching it?  Maybe you just touch it too much."
Me: "So touching your bone will make them grow?"
Dr:  blank stare
Me:  "So you're saying I have a boner?"
Dr:  blank stare
Me:  giggling in brilliance
Dr:  "follow me."
Me:  "Uh, where are we going?"
Dr:  "To get a chest x-ray."

The end.

Yep, that was the extent of it.  They took three x-rays and three days later they sent me the radiologist report that said that they did not find any teeth (I was slightly bummed, a parasitic twin would have really made for a rad blog post), nor are there any rib abnormalities (my lungs also look clear, so obviously the nose ring I snorted back in 11th grade is no longer there).

So...what is it?

No clue.


So now that I've caught you all up to date on my my most recent health ailment let's move on to holiday celebrations...

I love Valentine's Day.  Love it.  I love all of the red and pink tackiness, the little cards, the excuse to bake.  Love it.  However, many of my friends do not love it.  So when I was gushing about how much I LOVE V-day they shot me down with "I hate that day, don't give me anything"...well, we all know that wasn't going to happen.  So I designed this year's Valentine's cookies around my less than Valentine's Day loving friends:
I think I executed them rather well.  They are a nice balance between love and hate, life and death, sweet and poison.  "Sigh"...I love Valentine's Day.

And for the record, my favorite Valentine's Day gift of all time and eternity was a George Foreman Grill...given solely so I could make grilled cheese sandwiches...because the GFG makes a kick-ass grilled cheese.

And we all know how I feel about cheese.