So I've progressively been adding to my "About Me" section.
Over there --------->
Turns out, I really suck at describing myself.
How would you describe me? Yes, you. Don't be shy. I want to hear.
Any and all suggestions are welcome!
Friday, May 23, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Can a Girl Get Her Flashcards?
Does it really take 7 days to cross State Line Rd because I do it everyday in a half an hour?
Story of my life.
PS: Board studying is in full swing and it's going well so far. Keep your fingers crossed!
Edit:
Nice, reeeeeeeeeeeal nice. Give me my flashcards!
PS: Board studying is in full swing and it's going well so far. Keep your fingers crossed!
Edit:
Nice, reeeeeeeeeeeal nice. Give me my flashcards!Friday, May 9, 2008
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Creeper
I was driving home last night around 8 pm after studying at school. After living in the "big city" for a while, I've learned to ignore tailgaters since reckless driving is a daily occurrence.
The only reason last night it sparked my attention was because he flashed his high beams at me. Not once, but three times. Strange considering I was going about 8 miles over the speed limit AND there was a car right next to me. Really no way for me to get out of his way. But of course he passes me on the right...the smart thing to do.
So as he's driving up I look over to give him the stink eye, but he's already looking at me with a bone chilling look. Very, very weird. And not two seconds later, a cop pulls out as we pass him and pulls him over. I do not know what that was all about, but I'm glad the cop got to deal with him and not me.
The only reason last night it sparked my attention was because he flashed his high beams at me. Not once, but three times. Strange considering I was going about 8 miles over the speed limit AND there was a car right next to me. Really no way for me to get out of his way. But of course he passes me on the right...the smart thing to do.
So as he's driving up I look over to give him the stink eye, but he's already looking at me with a bone chilling look. Very, very weird. And not two seconds later, a cop pulls out as we pass him and pulls him over. I do not know what that was all about, but I'm glad the cop got to deal with him and not me.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Wordless Wednesday: "Science Fair" - Iowa City, Iowa
Research from my senior thesis. Any guess on the animal? It's a Zebrafish!!
February 2006www.wordlesswednesday.com
Monday, May 5, 2008
The Great Cable-Internet Drought
So there sure wasn't a drought of rain, thunder, or lightning last Thursday night. In fact, probably one of the worst storms we've had since we've moved to Kansas City. We never lost power, but we sure lost our cable...and internet....and phone.
My life does revolve around the internet. I keep in touch with people. Communicate via email. I reference information online. Download journal articles for my research. And most importantly, I get my powerpoints and podcasts so I can pretend I'm learning something. Not having internet is really a problem.
But not having it makes me feel like I need it SO much more. I neurotically amplify the problem. Really, I had the urge to check my email every 5 mintues. You don't know how many times I opened up firefox just to get the ominous error message. I even tried resetting the wireless modem. I KNEW none of that was going to change it, but I couldn't help it. I really must avoid the crack or any kind of drug for that matter. It would not be pretty.
And of course I NEEDED to watch TV. No not because I had the time, but because the cable was off, of course. And this is the one week Anthony is up to date with his television viewing and the DVR isn't overflowing with programs. Nice. So I watched a Dateline and two 60 Minutes out of desperation. I don't even like 60 Minutes.
I did find my new love though. Antonin Scalia. OMG. I've got at least two books lined up that I plan to read in Greece now all thanks to his interview on 60 Minutes. It will still probably make my mom unhappy, but it's not as bad as coming home with my Rush Limbaugh book (right, Mom?).
Friday...no internet. Saturday...no internet.
I finally called Time Warner on Saturday afternoon. No outage reported in my area. After explaining that it wasn't the cable box because a boxless TV in my room also wasn't getting a signal and spending 15 minutes turning the box on, off, unplugging the box, waiting for the time to disappear, and repeating, the guy half way across the world determined it wasn't the box. Ugh. So I had an appointment for Sunday. And somehow I became Mrs. Jack in the entire process.
5 minutes and a splitter later, the cable, internet, and phone were restored with my sanity. Scratch that, half my sanity. I watched two seasons of Laguna Beach on DVD in a crazed TV binge. I'll go hide in shame now.
My life does revolve around the internet. I keep in touch with people. Communicate via email. I reference information online. Download journal articles for my research. And most importantly, I get my powerpoints and podcasts so I can pretend I'm learning something. Not having internet is really a problem.
But not having it makes me feel like I need it SO much more. I neurotically amplify the problem. Really, I had the urge to check my email every 5 mintues. You don't know how many times I opened up firefox just to get the ominous error message. I even tried resetting the wireless modem. I KNEW none of that was going to change it, but I couldn't help it. I really must avoid the crack or any kind of drug for that matter. It would not be pretty.
And of course I NEEDED to watch TV. No not because I had the time, but because the cable was off, of course. And this is the one week Anthony is up to date with his television viewing and the DVR isn't overflowing with programs. Nice. So I watched a Dateline and two 60 Minutes out of desperation. I don't even like 60 Minutes.
I did find my new love though. Antonin Scalia. OMG. I've got at least two books lined up that I plan to read in Greece now all thanks to his interview on 60 Minutes. It will still probably make my mom unhappy, but it's not as bad as coming home with my Rush Limbaugh book (right, Mom?).
Friday...no internet. Saturday...no internet.
I finally called Time Warner on Saturday afternoon. No outage reported in my area. After explaining that it wasn't the cable box because a boxless TV in my room also wasn't getting a signal and spending 15 minutes turning the box on, off, unplugging the box, waiting for the time to disappear, and repeating, the guy half way across the world determined it wasn't the box. Ugh. So I had an appointment for Sunday. And somehow I became Mrs. Jack in the entire process.
5 minutes and a splitter later, the cable, internet, and phone were restored with my sanity. Scratch that, half my sanity. I watched two seasons of Laguna Beach on DVD in a crazed TV binge. I'll go hide in shame now.
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