two weeks and counting…

Office temperature check: 80.8Well, two weeks from this moment, movers will be loading up a truck and Daniel and I will be moving into our new house. YAY! I have done some packing, though not a lot, and I’ve been informed that we had to delay the yard sale a week (it’s now on tap …

taking a leap of faith.

Well, I’ve done it. I’ve taken specific, concrete, important steps forward in this teaching/writing/Web geekette-ing vision I have for my life. I have no idea how it will work out, or if it’s even possible that it could work out. But I’m taking the leap of faith required to see if it might. Scary. Will …

this can’t be real.

I mean, seriously, George? To blunt charges of cronyism, President Bush names a man he just met to run the Federal Reserve. Oct. 11, 2005 – Still smarting from criticism of his nomination of Harriet Miers to the United States Supreme Court, President George W. Bush today nominated a man he described as “a guy …

bleh

Well, crap. My two-months-overdue quarterly sinus infection seems to be settling in. I spent most of the day either blowing my nose or snoozing on the couch. Daniel, bless him, stayed home, too, for “moral support.” 😉 Season one of “Scrubs” was on most of the day, though I sense I probably slept through the …

very nice-uh

ASIDE: (indoor) office temperature check: 81.9 DAMMIT! So, I had this *really* nice dream last night. And I know you guys probably don’t care, but I’m going to tell you about it anyway. Witness the joys of blogging. 🙂 Lord only knows where this dream came from. I do have a suspicion, though, which I’ll …

what would you do?

I’ve bitched and moaned for years about how hot my damned office is. Every year when it turns cooler outside (like today, it’s — ohmygod — 65 degrees outside! crap! break out the winter sweaters!) some gremlin in our building’s HVAC system decides it’s once again time to punish Liz. I can usually make an …

I have to go buy highlighters.

I’ve had people make comments to me in the past about my appetite for highlighting. Naturally, this is a behavior reserved for school-related writing (I don’t carry a highlighter around with my latest Nicholas Sparks or John Irving read, promise!). And yesterday, during my marathon festival of reading, I literally — AM NOT EXAGGERATING — …