Random Bullets

Okay, so I was doing really well with the blog for a few weeks and then, not so good. I have had a really busy, stressful couple of weeks and I hope you all forgive me for becoming a bit lax in my writing. So, to catch up, I am going to steal an idea that I see in lots of other blogs I read and do some random bullets.

• As an update from my last blog: I was so looking forward to Meredith's untimely demise, and then she comes back from the brink...damn. Ian was really hoping for the show to change its name to Yang's Anatomy--he, too, was disappointed. Maybe this near death experience will make Meredith a little more grateful. In the meantime, Battlestar Galatica continues to be the greatest show on television. Those characters are grateful...grateful for every day their lives aren't interrupted by Cylon attacks, grateful for every day that they continue to survive when the rest of the human (?) race has been annihilated. So, for those of you who have told me (rightfully so) that I am expecting too much out of GA, seeing that it is just a glorified soap opera, I say, BG has proven to me that shows can be smart and sexy and entertaining without being annoyingly overly-dramatic and completely unrealistic.
• Applying for community college jobs sucks. It sucks worse than applying for grad school even. I am so sick of answering the same questions over and over again in the same application packet. When asked for the third time to list my degrees and teaching experience, I am so tempted to write, "Look at my CV, cover letter, transcripts, letters of recommendation, or the annoying on-line application I have already filled out. Are the members of your search committee so stupid and lazy that they can't figure out that this information has already been presented to them FIVE DIFFERENT TIMES?!" But somehow I think that would hinder my chances of getting an interview.
• Now that Matilda has figured out how to roll from her back to her belly, she has conveniently forgotten that she already knew how to roll from her belly to her back. This results in many cases of screeching face-down baby. No amount of coaching convinces her that she can rescue herself from the horrors of tummy time. So she continues to constantly roll herself over onto her belly only to begin shrieking for somebody to roll her back. Very annoying.
• Early springtime in Reno. Air-conditioning on in the car one day, ice scraper out the next. I once had a very clever classmate tell me that "There is no Spring in Reno...Winter and Summer just fight for a while." I'm rooting for Summer.
• Our house is for sale. The friends we are renting from decided to put it on the market, so now we have realtors and strangers poking through our home all the time. This only cements in my mind my dislike of realtors. They call at the last minute wanting to show the house and then get all prissy with me if I can't be home exactly when they need me to be. Dear Realtor X: We are renters who gain nothing from the sale of this house except an eviction notice. The fact that we allow you in at all is only because we rent from friends. Do not expect us to go out of our way to make life more convenient for you. No, Saturday from 2-4 is not a great time for us...how would you feel if somebody asked you to cut your day off in half? Oh wait, you get a big fat commission from the sale of this house. Tell you what--if you show up with a twenty every time you want to show the house, I'll be more obliged to go out of my way for you. I may even let you in the house when you show up 45 minutes early and I have just gotten ready to take a shower. Otherwise, bugger off. Sincerely, The Renter Who Hates You.
• My new favorite thing is Charlie and Lola. My rampant Anglophilia made it necessary for me to start Tivo-ing this lovely British children's show, and now I can't get enough. I'm pretty sure I like it more than M. She's still on Elmo (don't even get me started on Elmo). Oh how I wish that I could live in Britain so that M. would grow up to be witty and well-spoken like Lola. Well, I guess she can grow up witty and well-spoken here, but it's just not the same without the accent.
• Finally, here are some new pictures of M. She is awfully cute, but I don't think she has any future in baby modeling since the minute she sees a camera she decides to start chewing on her lower lip while examining her navel. These two pictures were gleaned out of about 3 dozen taken. Thankfully, our photographer Heather is very, very patient.