Sween Cream and a Birthday

Yesterday I was at the Blue Earth county office for some business when I came across an assortment of cream resting atop a cabinet in the hallway. Yep, you heard that right, on top of a cabinet in a hallway. I wasn’t sure what was more surprising- the cream or the cabinet. My eyes rested briefly on the bottles and squeeze tubes only long enough to read the title: SWEEN CREAM.

Holy crap. How come I’ve been in Mankato for three years and haven’t heard about this shit before? I could have really used “Sween Cream, good for red, sore, irritated skin” when the other TAs in 206A were giving me crap about Panko Crumbs, and Matt C. was printing out recipes and tips on how to store Panko (inside an air-tight container in a cool, dark location) and leaving them on my desk. Anything would have been helpful. Maybe Sween Cream and Ms. Katy Sween (now Clay) could have deferred some of that harassment.


I had to whip out my phone and take a pic of the stuff, even though two employess brushed by, eyeing me with a look that clearly said, “she must be looking for the mental health department.” Unfortunately, I’m not tech-savvy enough to know how to take the picture off my camera and on to my computer, so I found this one on the internet:

Heehee.

Today was Nathan's birthday. His second birthday. The birthday that should mark the beginning of hellish period otherwise known as the "Terrible Twos". Lucky for me I have a little angel for a son, so he has yet to give me much of anything terrible. I must have done something right somewhere along the line to get such a good one.

Here he is enjoying his new truck and my

bag of tortilla chips:

Reasons to Celebrate

Okay, this is pretty damn exciting. First off, I actually posted to this blog for two days in a row, which surprises even me. I won't deny that there was a part of me that believed blogging would end up as one of those "good" ideas of mine that never get off the ground. Kinda like scrapbooking was.






Yea, I never did get on that boat. I had intentions to-- I mean, scrapbooking seemed like the artsy way to capture memories, and I had plenty to catch with Nathan coming around, but I found myself getting annoyed with all the oddly-shaped scissors, corny sayings frozen on stickers, and annoying foam cut-outs and assorted goodies meant to be glued on colorful paper. The whole thing just started to bug me a little. I mean, who has all that time?

Unfortunately, I spent thirty bucks supplying myself with an arsenal of the before-mentioned goodies before I decided that the hobby pissed me off. It's a shame considering the types of quality art I could be producing with all that crap collecting dust under my bed. Shrimp, anyone?



So other than actually maintaining this blog for 48 hours, I am also excited about my new pact with Liz. And, no, not a lesbian pact (that's with you, my dear Katy). A pact that we will both take the GRE in the next month or two, and a pact that we will keep on each other about applying to doctorate programs for next year. The idea was one people (you know who you are) have been pushing me to consider as of late, and it is one I am considering more seriously... well, as of the last 24 hours... which of course means it could end up as successful of an idea as scrapbooking.

Yea, I have a blog!

So, this is officially my first post to my newly-created space in the world of blogging. Exciting stuff.

Although I have been toying with the idea of starting a blog for a couple years, I have been slow to start one-- mainly because I read and admire the blogs of my creative friends and fellow former TAs who consistently write clever, funny things or stories with detailed dialogue on a regular basis, and I know I don't have the time to be an excellent "blogger"--(child, relationship, mortgage, job, a recent string of bullshit, etc)-- but, nevertheless, I'm in now. But I'm not here to be entertaining; I'm here to vent, because, dammit, I got a lot of shit on my mind.

But all of that can wait for now because as I said before, I'm a little busy. Must make dinner for a starving two year old. Here's the little monster now. . .




Maybe I'll get to the thick stuff tomorrow. ;)