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Wednesday, May 19, 2004

Say My Name 

I spend all this time tinkering with my format to make it less template-y, and then they go and add all this new stuff.

Today was our day sponsership day. I got to hear my name on the radio a whole bunch. I was all excited because *Todd Mundt* said! my! name! on the radio! But I've got to say that Charity Nebbe did a much better job. Plus, although she's straight, she's a woman, so I have to vote for her. We said our day was celebrating Suzanne. When I heard it at work, I got all excited, but then really sad. Good thing the tissue culture room was empty. I hate crying in general and crying at work is out of the question.

We purchased the new sink and faucets and ordered the tile. Soon our bathroom will be much nicer. Before my college friends come to visit this summer we will hopefully have replaced the medicine cabinet, shower rod, window, and have repainted. I wish we had more money to spend on the house. And more time to spend in the yard.

The sparrows have been permenatly evicted from the purple martin house. Unfortunately they had already laid eggs. But really, it's their own fault. If your home were removed every day, sometimes twice, would you really want to have children there? I thought not. Em's taken to calling me a killer of the unborn. Unhatched is more accurate, I think.
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Saturday, May 08, 2004

Little could ruin a trip to Zingerman's 

Mom and I went to the farmer's market. I bought her a native plant. I also bought her lunch at the best deli ever. Alas, I had an unavoidable view of the ass-crack of the woman at the next table. I'm sure she didn't realize she was showing so much skin and shadow. I wonder if Miss Manners has an opinion on asking someone to hitch up her jeans so you can nosh in peace.
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Look Ma! No Beer! 

Em and I emerged from our sickness enough to have friends over for dinner on Wednesday. Our conversations with them always seem to gravitate to religion, which makes Rob feel awkward, or science, which often means Em is left out. This time we avoided talk of theology for shop talk. Becky was complaining about this long experiment she's been working on. Apparently what she needs done could be done quickly and easily with a mercury compound. But no one makes it anymore because mercury is so dangerous. So she needs to optimize a system using radioactivity. Instead of generating a small amount of mercurial waste, she is generating barrels of radioactive waste. Does this make sense?

This morning I rinsed out the beer bottles from our dinner party (and the rest of the week) before my mom gets here. The kitchen looked like the two of us had quite the party last night. I'm running the dishwasher, but the pots and pans will have to wait. My mom's seen the house in worse shape, especially before we had a dishwasher. Besides, she knows we've been sick. Still, I wish I could at least pretend to be cleanly when she's over.

She's also bringing the expensive prescription diet cat food from the cats' vet; the office is near her house. The cats have been waking me up almost every night asking for more food. I'm starting to resent it. Hopefully that will stop since they can have more of this new food.
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