Mmmmmm...Tastes Just Like Death...

I've never met a cake I didn't like. That is, until today.
A woman at the museum got married and brought in a cake to celebrate with her co-workers. She brought me a piece to take home with me and I tried to eat it on my way to class tonight. But I could even get it down 'cause it tasted like poison.
Seriously. It tasted like a weird combination of metal, soap, and yellow cake. Sick. I'm not a big cake lover anyways but I still never turn down or dislike a piece. I wonder what they did to ruin it.
The remnents of frosting and destroyed yellow cake are still sitting in the passenger seat of my car. I was half too lazy to throw it out, half hoping it will taste better tomorrow as I nibble on it on my way to work...

Fight, Fight, Rah Team, Fight-Victory for MSU

I usually don't pay attention to sports. Even though every year I was on some sort of team in high school and college, I hate to watch sports on television. The only exception to this is Michigan State University (my Alma Mater) games.
This is why I'm so excited that both the MSU girls and MSU guys basketball teams have make it to the NCAA final four.
I really hope they make it to the final game-heck, there's even a good chance they'll win I guess. Last time we won the tourny I was a senior and we rioted. That was so much fun. The singing, the yelling, the fire.
I'd never seen so many boobs-and I *have* boobs.

I might have to amputate

It never fails. No matter what kind of new shoes I buy they will always give my massive blisters. I think there may be something wrong with the shape of my foot that does not allow it to coexist with shoes.
This time it's my new running shoes. My old ones were getting pretty nasty and my ancles were burning due to the fact that there was no more support or cushion. So I bought a new pair of Nikes. I even found them in Wide which usually alleviates at least some of the chance of blisters. But no such luck. During my usual 2 mile morning run they started to rub weirdly against the top of my foot. Now after 4 more miles of my stubborness and determination to try and break them in I swear the blister is hitting bone. There's no way I'm going to move up to the 3 mile mark in these.
I had to switch back to my old shoes today and plaster my foot with band-aids.
Does anyone have any tricks to breaking in shoes? Or have a brand that is blister free?

Stolen from K-State Katie and Stacey

I am: a feminist.
I know: I will always love my husband.
I have: tap shoes even though I don't know how to tap dance.
I wish: I knew how to swim.
I miss: sharing a room with my sister.
I fear: being lost at sea.
I hear: that if you give a seagull alka-seltzer it will blow up.
I wonder: if aliens, ghosts, psychics, etc. really exist.
I regret: that I haven't finished my thesis papers yet.
I love: laughing.
I ache: whenever I see anyone cry.
I care: what everyone thinks of me.
I always: sleep with my feet uncovered.
I am not: the size I would like to be.
I dance: like I'm being attacked by bees.
I sing: like no one is listening.
I do not always: use my time wisely.
I should not: have such a bad temper.
I write: like a boy...with a broken arm.
I win: at Yatzee.
I lose: at chess everytime I atempt to play.
I confuse: the words "weary" and "wary" anytime I try to use them in a sentance.
I listen: to pretty much anything.
I go: to extremes to make people (and my cat) happy.
I am happy about: the way my life has turned out thus far.

Weird Blogger Dream

I guess it was just a matter of time before I had my turn at the weird blogger dream which included Dan, Stacey, Kiddo, and HotBabe. For some reason it was really vivid and I can still remember every detail...
I was at a party (which I think stems from Dan's posts about his 30th birthday party) and it was super crowded. I think it was at Dan's place too because he was the one who yelled at me for spinning in one of those large bar stools because spinning ruins them. But he didn't seem to mind that I was wearing roller skates and making marks all over the hard wood floor. Weird, I know. Especially weird because in addition to roller sates I was wearing a trendy black skirt and pink sweater. I never wear pink and I'm rarely trendy. Another weird event during the party was the fact that I was hit with a flying container of plain yogurt. Then it disappeared. Don't even ask me what that could mean. Anyway, Kiddo was there too. He was the tall blonde who introduced me to Stacey and Hotbabe who, even though I know what they look like in real life, looked like my own two best friends from high school.
We just hung out, danced, and laughed the whole night until the dream suddenly stopped because my cat decided it was time to get up and feed her.
Good thing I didn't have any soy to fuel that dream or it could have taken a nasty turn...

Not for Those who Chafe Easily

It's weird how you can end up on unusual mailing lists and get crazy magazines sent to you.
Case in point: The Pyramid Collection: A Catalog of Personal Growth & Exploration that was sent to me on Saturday. How in the hell did I get this.
Anyway, in it is a video for Nude Yoga and Nude TaiChi. They even have arobics in the Nude. Why would anyone want to exercise in the nude? I despise the large mirror in front of the treadmill at the exercise room I go to-and that's with lots of clothes to keep the bulges and jiggles at bay. I don't even want to think of the damage (bodily, environmentaly, and emotionally) that could come from exercise in the nude.
Yuck.

Unlike Rum and Coke, Me and Babies Don't Mix

I went to visit my brother and sister-in-law this weekend to help celebrate my nephew's birthday. He turned two.
The trip, yet again, confirmed that fact that children and babies hate me. I think it's because they smell fear. My 2 year old cousin is in his "I'm shy" phase and avoided me the entire time. Anytime I got near him he would run away and/or burst into tears. Oh well, near the end of the night he did start taking the balloons that I offered him but it was always with a look of suspicion.
I was also forced to hold my month old nephew while I was there. Now, this makes me especially uncomfortable and I think it's a real problem in our society that there is no way (NO WAY) to politely decline holding a baby without looking like a total jerk. So I, of course, could not turn him down. It's not that I don't love my nephew-I absolutly do. It's just that he's so dang squirmy and freaks the hell out of me. I end up ackwardly holding him and trying not move or look him directly in the eye while he tries to squirm and fuss his way out of my sore arms. Finally my brother finished laughing at my discomfort and held him instead.
I'm sure I'll be a better aunt once they get older and I can take them outside to play baseball and stuff. But until them I'm content just sitting on the couch and keeping my gaze lowered so as not to enduce another crying fit from either nephew.

Mothers, Aunts, and Grandmothers of the world: How do you do it!?

Keep Your Fingers Crossed

Zak and I have both applied to new jobs that we really hope we get. Zak for a position with the Michigan Democratic Party and me for a full time Art History teaching position at a college for art and design.
I really hope we get them. Not only would it mean more money but it would also mean we'd get to move to a new city...that would be at least 2 hours closer to MN...

On the Move

I think it might be time for me to move again. The lease is up in April and I've come to the realization that I hate our apartment building. There are just too many weird things and/or people.
Like the fact that it sounds like we're living in the hull of a ship. We can hear everything above us, below us, and to the side. Including the weird tell-tale creaking of springs from you know what taking place above. Except that we hear it directly above us while we're in the living room. Are they doing it on a couch or chair? And why does it only last for 30 seconds? Gross...
Or the fact that sometimes the hall smells like a combination of smoke and ass.
Or the fact that there are sometimes random people in the hall that get confused and try to come into our apartment. Is there anything scarier than the rattle of a doorknob in the middle of the night?
But I guess people probably think the same about us. Possibly because of the fact that on three occasions I've dropped underwear from the laundry on the way back from the laundry room. Once it lay right in front of out door for hours. And once Zak left a whole load of laundry in the washer for an entire weekend.
Sadly, we might be right where we belong....

New Addiction

Shamrock shakes from McDonalds. Good thing they're a sign of spring because I'll need warm weather to go run off the excess calories.
Also good thing that they're a sign of St. Patty's Day which is one of my favorite days for obvious reasons.
I wonder if there's an alcoholic drink that includes shamrock shakes...

Oh Canada!

Zak, my sister, my brother-in-law, and I went to Canada this weekend. It was pretty fun. We went to the casino (even though none of us are gamblers-we played some quarter slots), went to dinner and that was about it.
We did make a huge discovery though-Zak totally freaks out in front of any government authority. We took the Ambassador Bridge over and, of course, had to stop at the border patrol and go through the usuall questions. Zak was the driver so he was the spokesperson for the car...

Canadian Authority (incredibly stern)-"What is the Nationality of those in the car."
Zak ( a little shaky)-"American"
Canadian Authority-"Where are you going?"
Zak-"Out to dinner...."
*of course, this throws the the Patrol person off a bit since he was asking what city we were going to. So he tries again...*
Canadian Authority-"WHERE are you going."
Zak-"To the Lumberjack Restaurant. I looked it up. It looks good. Should be a good time..."

Then the guy and Zak stare at eachother for a very uncomfortable 15 seconds while the rest of us and trying not to laugh and failing at it... and then we finally get to go through.
It was a close call.
Zak didn't get to stop and get the Cuban cigars he wanted. We decided it was his penence for almost getting us thrown into the Canadian slam.

Spring Break Baby!!!

Well, technically even though I still have to work at the museum and it's a frigid tundra outside.
I'm celbrating not having to teach this week none the less.
I didn't get up today until 10:30 a.m. and then I had cold pizza and chips for breakfast. Now I think I'll just wear by bra around today while I do laundry and dishes and flash my cat every so often.
Now, that's a kick ass spring break...

Today We'll be Watching A Movie About the Art of Ancient Rome...

The other title for this post is:
"Things I Like to do Instead of Preparing Notes for Class and Other Work I Should be Doing"
1. Blogging
2. Playing Alchemy on YahooGames
3. Balancing my Checkbook
4. Staring
5. Rechecking all my favorite blogs just in case someone has commented and/or posted something in the last 5 minutes...
6. Talking on the Phone
7. Sitting
8. Napping
9. Rechecking all my favorite blogs just in case someone has commented and/or posted something in the last 5 minutes...
10. Reading anything at all unrealted to the work I should be doing.

Tomorrow's class is going to suck...big time.

Crappy Job Update

Now he (yes, I've determined it is a he) is dressed as a rabbit- probebly in honor of the approaching Easter holiday - Complete with half-asses bunny hoping and waving. I bet within those rabbit paws he's really only waving one finger.
I think he caught me laughing my ass off as I drove past.