as a bee

Life is busy right now. Hyper-busy. The kind of busy where you're so busy that you feel guilty sleeping, because it seems like you're wasting time in which you could otherwise be productive. Things should slow down around the end of October, and I'm very much looking forward to that.

In the meantime, I probably won't be blogging too much, unless it's one of those nights where it is 3am and I can't sleep, or the stress builds up to a point where a public catharsis is necessary.

But, I have updated the other blog, and I figure that is probably enough soul baring to cover the next month and a half, anyway.

And now, back to work...

mourning the end of summer

Events of the day so far:

*woke up at 3 a.m. and couldn't fall back to sleep because I was too busy worrying about all of the things that need to be accomplished this week
*finally got out of bed at 6 a.m., showered quickly, begrudgingly put on dressy clothes and heels, and scarfed down a piece of pizza on my way out the door, in order to make it to work by 7 a.m. and prep for a morning meeting
*got stuck in terrible traffic between campuses
*had 190 emails that I had to process and respond to (due to my previous week off)
*scheduled three more meetings for the week, bringing the weekly total to 7 meetings
*was informed that scheduling has changed, and now things that I thought I had at least 6 weeks to finish now have to be done in 2 to 3 weeks
*realized that I triple-booked myself on Wednesday, without figuring out how to be 3 places at once

Yep, school is definitely back in session, and I can already tell it's gonna be an interesting year...

out of office auto reply

If I should seem particularly absent from blogging this week, it's because my friend Mary and I have escaped to the beach for a week of sleeping in, lounging on the white sands with good books and gossip mags, eating lots of fresh seafood, drinking fruity cocktails we would never order at the Edge, dancing to steel drum bands, outlet shopping, and sipping wine by the pool as the sun goes down.

We just finished our first balmy, 80-degree morning sitting by the pier and watching the waves roll in and are now off to a lunch of fresh, briny Apalachicola oysters.

As my niece would say, "Yay beach!"

next up

My first race since the half-marathon. Hopefully, it won't already be hotter than hades by 7:30am on Saturday.

And yes, I am totally going to wear all red for the run. Maybe I can even find a tomato-print bandana...

magnificent seven

This post is a little belated, because I don't have any of my good pictures on the home computer, so I couldn't post over the weekend.

On Saturday, one of my most favoritest people in the world turned seven. Yes, she's so cool that I have to be completely grammatically incorrect and make up words just to express how fantabulous she is.

She is a beautiful, fun, silly princess:


She is a cheerleader and encourager to others around her:


She is a fearless adventurer:


She is the walrus, goo goo g'joob:


And she is, most certainly, the apple of her Aunt TT's eye:


Happiest of birthdays, sweet one--you have brought so much joy and laughter into this girl's life that it's hard to imagine what the world was like before you were here. May this new year of your life be your best one yet. I love you dearly.

revenge of the cheese

I love cheese, but cheese does not always love me. So, I have to be careful. I've found that it's best if I limit my cheese consumption to small portions. But sometimes, I can't help myself.

Today, the lunchroom served up pizza, salad, and fried mozzarella sticks. I'm not a big fan of the flat, rectangular school-cafeteria-style pizza, so I supplemented my salad with a half-dozen golden delicious mozzarella sticks.

Oh yum.

And then, oh god.

Let's just say it's been a rough afternoon. But, it has inspired a haiku:

ate six fried cheese sticks
now I'm a salad shooter-
lactose intolerance

Hey, it's Friday-- goofy inappropriateness is totally allowed.