The Referendum

Applications are submitted. Dissertation edits are pending.

So, I wait.

And I catch up on blogs I've neglected for weeks, if not months (my, how they pile up!). And I read interesting articles posted by interesting friends. This one seems particularly pertinent. (Whoops... my addiction to alliteration strikes again...but this isn't a formal essay, it's my blog, so suck it.)

I've faced my share of forks in the road and have wrestled with plenty of "what if" thoughts. But more than anything, this essay resonates with me because of my relationships with people who have chosen such different paths than my own. Just think of it - life in a parallel universe. Fascinating.

Distractions

As I'm typing away on a case conceptualization example for my internship applications, Ben informs me (as he's passing through the living room), "I would like to own a gorilla suite. I think I would get a lot of use out of it."

Okay...noted.

Back to typing.


And then I hear a horrible commotion from the guest bedroom. He broke my beautiful dish from Israel.

Sigh.

Back to typing.


I better get a trip to Israel before he gets a gorilla suite.

Literal

I hope to resume normal posting in a few weeks, once all my applications are turned in and I get back from my conference in Hotlanta...oh, but then I'll be preparing my dissertation defense...hmmm. It might be awhile, Internet. But I miss you.

Here's a little something to tide you over. Because the video for Total Eclipse of the Heart was so bizarre, some talented soul decided to reword the lyrics to match the video. Enjoy.

The 4 Most Dangerous Words

Ben and I were standing in line at Trader Joe's the other day, me holding flowers for a dear friend's birthday party, him holding beer (a picture that nicely sums us up, I dare say), when I noticed a woman wearing an adorable dress one cash register over. I studied it for a second and then I uttered them: the four most dangerous words.

"I could make that."

Never mind that I don't know how to operate a sewing machine. Never mind that I don't know what a bias cut is from ... [another clothing term] cut. Never mind that I have spent a small fortune on projects that have ended up in various stages of disaster... or that never even get started because I become too intimidated when it's time for the rubber to hit the road. Remember the pillows? Yep...that adventure also started with those words.

So, maybe I'll just skip all the madness and just buy myself the blasted dress. Only not from Ross. Not yet.