Can You Hear Me Now?....Ooops

So last night, I was super frustrated and tired. I'd just taken a midterm which I did fairly well on but I had to trudge across campus and through a crowd of people going to the U of U vs. Utah State game of some sort. This wouldn't have been a problem if I had been walking the same way as all of them and if I had had the cell phone.

I got home fine and crashed as was much needed and when I woke up I had to work on more stuff. Alas, the little cell phone became victim of my frustrations, I threw it at the ground and the flip part of it broke off of the bottom splitting an entire wire.

Who knew I was that strong? How many other times had the phone fallen or slipped and come out of things unmaimed?

So now, still crazy maniacally busy, but now, this just in, cell phone less.

The End, Oh, Its in Sight.

So after nearly 3 months of burning the candle from 8 different ends, the end is in sight. December 9 is both too soon and too far but the end of classes is going to be the best reward ever.

Does that mean current hermit-like patterns will end? not likely, I am going to have to extinguish all the flames first and hope none of them meet in the middle, otherwise I don't know what kind of an aftermath I'll be dealing with.

So why not blog about current stresses and struggles? It seems that my lack of posting concerned some, while it is just one of those things I feel is near the bottom of my to do list. In fact off to work on other more pressing items. Taa-taa for a while.

Compliments

How many times do people say nice things to us and we refuse to take the item? It sounds silly right?
I just read a post about the self deprecating comment here and boy was it eye opening.

Compliments are a rare and fun gift of life so why snub the bearer of the gift by not graciously accepting? I feel kind of criminal by the compliments I've had a hard time accepting and I've downplayed by saying something in contradiction to what the initial compliment was. But here's to a better attempt at being more gracious.

What do you think?

7, Count Them, 7

7 Weeks until finals. 7 more weeks of kill me semesterdom and then finals, it just sounds so final.

Fall break was spectacular and has made the upcoming 7 weeks less overwhelming. We had a whole week off! Bless the U and their allotment of holidays. Other school around here gave people a mere day or if it was in Provo, they got nothing at all. Fal break is like Spring break so both semester require such breaks, to not give us a break like that would result in more emotional breakdowns and who wants that?

So here we are staring Fall in the face and enjoying every moment of spectacularly vibrant trees of course soon to follow is the leaf crunching time. I tell you what if there was one season I wouldn't mind seeing year round it'd be fall. The crisp air, the feeling of nature maturing and then near the end the harvest time, halloween, and lest we forget crunchy leaves.

Yesterday evening Ryan called me to look out the window and we saw a empty tree with zounds of leaves by our parked car. Of course we went outside and started crunching. And I'm glad we did because today I awoke to thunder and lightning. All the leaves were soggy and stuck to me as I walked to work. Thankfully I crunched an ample amount the night before to suffice all grumpiness I had with the Monday morning weather.

So ambitiously I'm crunching away at the end of the semester, leaving me with

7 more weeks of declensions and conjugations
7 more weeks of transribing
3 more weeks of a group math project....
7 more weeks of jazz and a concert.

To reiterate a very wise and ambitious builder:

Can we do(build) this?

YES
WE
CAN!

-Bob the Builder

H-A-L-L-O-W-E-E-N What Does that spell? Halloween!

Sometimes I feel like I'm always rooting for things that most people disdain. Call me the devil's advocate and for years I did deserve the title.

Its fun to dress up and look different than you always do, its cathartic. You know, that word that made Aristotle's justification of plays and literature vs Plato's complete disdain for them credible.

Cathartic, pertaining to catharsis which as defined is:

Main Entry: ca·thar·sis
Pronunciation: \kə-ˈthär-səs\
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural ca·thar·ses \-ˌsēz\
Etymology: New Latin, from Greek katharsis, from kathairein to cleanse, purge, from katharos
Date: circa 1775
1 : purgation
2 a : purification or purgation of the emotions (as pity and fear) primarily through art b : a purification or purgation that brings about spiritual renewal or release from tension
3 : elimination of a complex by bringing it to consciousness and affording it expression

It seems that dressing up would allow complexes to be dealt with by allowing it consciousness.

So you don't criticize people for going to the movie's, a play, or opera so why criticize adults who celebrate Halloween? I've heard it labelled a child's holiday but I don't understand why its less culturally acceptable for adults to enjoy, after all they have a much more mundane routine oft times than children.

Besdies that its infinitely more creative than going and watching a movie or something that takes little to no effort. My Grandpa and Grandma always dressed up as Mr. and Mrs. Hall O. Ween. Awesomely creative and fun right? I think so.

But I have to say, as a child I hated Halloween and it wasn't until I married Ryan that I began to enjoy the holiday again. So how can I be posting on a subject I used to hate? Well I'll tell you why I hated it, I hated the creepy gorey part with people dressing up like killers or psycho's. (one year my brother was a Cereal Killer he dashed a cereal box to smithereens!) But as a child I avidly played dress up and loved pretending, it was just that the line between Halloween and fun was skewed.

Halloween today is infinitely different from how it was when I was little. I remember my family were die hard trick or treaters, my dad went with us and if it rained or snow (it often did) he'd drive us around the neighborhood. My mom always had soup for us before hand and homemade hot chocolate when we got back. When my parents moved when I was 8 Halloween changed for me. I no longer knew the neighborhood, people didn't know me or my family yet and it was scary being in uncharted waters. The streets didn't have as many lights and a lot of people just stuck candy on the porch.

So I stopped liking Halloween because it was different. I stopped going trick or treating after I was 10 and I labelled the holdiay stupid. That was around the time that the Mall's started providing a safe trick or treating atmospher and trunk or treats started popping up. I definitely understand the precautions but I still think the holiday deserves to be considered a holiday and not just a silly thing for children. I kind of feel bad for my kids if trick or treating to them is merely trunk or treating.

So why not root for Halloween and its fun for ALL ages? I'm sure going to!

How do you feel about Halloween for adults? What do you want to dress up like for Halloween?

Monday Monday!

Test finished and I got a heeping awesome dose of Adrenaline that is still lingering.

I erased what I first wrote because I realized it was next to unintelligible so here is my 2nd attempt.

So here I am trying to remember how not to go to school from work and its rather hard because its such a habit.

Life is good, no strike that, life is great and while I'm still working on projects this week, I do not have class or tests or quizzes or homework due. This alone makes everything rose colored. Ryan however, is in crazy project mode and while I'm free as a bird he's fairly chained to his laptop. Poor kid.

So I've determined something, I don't know how to not be in school. Its my lunch hour and I am sitting at my desk blogging, its like a quasi lunch a faux lunch if you will. The point is I don't know how to do this, and if I unlearn being in school how will that affect me next week?

But be proud of me I am taking Wednesday, Thursday and Friday off. I'm pretty excited about it, but again I don't really know how to take days off unless I'm sick or Ryan has them off too so this should be quite the adventure for me.

Whats your favorite thing to do on days off? (not including Holidays, or vacations)

Sassy Boot Friday!

After sending my boots into the shoemaker for 2 weeks, where it rained and sleeted mind you, my fall bootwear is finally being returned to me in virtually new condition.

I have to add I love my boots! I found them both years ago at secondhand stores and I just fell in love with them. And you know what they say "If the shoe fits wear it!" And so I have despite trends and everything else, a good classy boot is always in goot taste.

So besides being only fashionable they've been the best boots I've ever encountered for all seasons.That means bring on the torrential rain, mud and sleet (no snow just yet please?) because with my boots none of these things will drastically impact me.

I'm stoked, this is the best Friday ever!

Flats will be safely placed at the back of the closet during stormy winter weather and heels just in fron of them. Heels and campus during winter are not pals, in fact campus will freeze your feet and get some sort of percipitation on you leaving you with little to no hope for being warm the rest of the day.

Yes some days I realize I sound like a much older woman, but somedays I walk to campus in snow on property that is not the campuses and thus it does not get shoveled. Thus boots equal safety sanity and warmth.

What do you keep as a staple for both form and function?