Here it is. February 14th. Valentine's Day. If I could type in a snotty, snarly tone I totally would. What a freakin' joke this "holiday" is. In my opinion, it is just another way that our culture discriminates against single people. Like if you don't have anyone to give you those cheesy stuffed bears with pleather motorcycles vests you are somehow dysfunctional. That's just stupid. Much like Cupid. I have actually survived pretty well today and could care less who has a Valentine and who doesn't. Big fat deal.
I saw my boyfriend, Running, tonight anyway. He and I did 3.5 miles and really had my heart pumping. He made my legs weak and the rest of me sweaty, too. What a guy. No flowers. No candy. No jewelry. Just some good, honest time between he and me.
We are getting bombarded with snow. This morning I had to chop at the snow to get it off my Jeep. I also got stuck at the YMCA and had to put it in the lowest four-wheel drive possible. I had no idea how to get it out of that drive once it was in and had to stop and read the manual. I guess I will know in he future.
I got an email from the admissions office at the University of Rochester and all interviews are on for the rest of the week. It looks like I will be traveling to Rochester tomorrow afternoon again to complete the process. If it is awful, we can opt for a phone interview, but I think I prefer the face to face. Target is also on the way so that helps, too.
Had a virtual go-round with the neighbor downstairs again. He had the music so loud that my futon was literally vibrating. I could not hear the television. Not really sure what to do, I called the landlord and she called him. She did say that he is a jerk and they will be out by spring. Thank God. I may be out by spring, too, though.
Okay. Mags is bugging me for some attention. I can't blame her. I am a good snuggler.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
1 interview down? Kinda?
This has been a long day. Up at 5:30 to be ready to get to Waterloo by 7:30, only to turn back around and ride to Syracuse for a training that was supposed to end at noon and theoretically have us back at the office by 1:30. Theoretically. We ran late and didn't get back to the office until 2:45ish. The drive to Rochester is about an hour and the email I received for meeting confirmation said to plan up to 30 minutes for parking and making it to the building. I was panicked.
So, I hopped in the Jeep and headed down the thruway. Of course I took two wrong turns before I finally made it to the campus, which is beautiful (even in the winter). As I entered the campus I stopped at the info booth to ask about parking only to find out it was going to be tight because Jesse Jackson was on campus. Fabulous. At this point it is 4:18 and I am freaking out. I tell the lady at the info booth I have a 4:30 meeting and need to know where to park. She told me where to go. I had no idea where she meant and picked my own spot, which was apparently okay because I didn't get a ticket. I parked, hopped out of the Jeep, and started rapidly approaching a building that I had no idea were it was. Much like my first day on campus at Penn State, I asked a student where Dewey Hall was and thankfully they sent me to the right building.
I walked in and gave my name at the info desk. The woman introduced herself, but I have no idea what her name is. She had a professor from Curriculum and Teaching take me downstairs to meet with the prof I was to interview with. It is now 4:25. We make it to her office and she is meeting with someone else. Prof 1 places me in a room and goes back to tell interview prof where I am.
At about 4:45, interview prof comes and gets me from the "waiting room." Apparently I am one of those people that people just feel comfortable talking to? She informed me that her son had a dentist appointment and that she had to go pick him up because her husband thinks she doesn't have anything else to do. Her handshake was also very limp. Not good sign.
We make it to her office (which looks like a typical disorganized prof's office - I will fit in well) and I take a seat. She asks what I am doing now and why I am interested in the program at this point in my life. I explain it, blah blah blah...
Shortly after, the phone rings. Apparently it was her daughter who had been arrested and placed in jail for four days because she had been written up at her University and missed the ticket in the mail to show for court. She missed court. They arrested her. Yes. This was discussed in my interview. If you know me well, you really shouldn't be surprised that this would have happened to me. It seems like I have weird crap like this happen all the time.
Here's the part that really frosted my mini wheats... She says to me, "I didn't get a chance to read your writing sample. Based on how you talk, I would assume you are a strong writer. Can you explain to me what this paper is about?" Are you KIDDING ME? I spent a HUGE number of hours on that paper. Large amounts of research. Many hours of writing. Several of editing. And it wasn't even read. Ouch. Welcome to a Ph.D. program?
She did make a decent recommendation that I consider the Ed.D. program rather than the Ph.D. program. Ed.D. tends to be more theory and application, whereas Ph.D. tends to be more research oriented. I am not sure I can spend most of my days doing research, so I may change to Ed.D.
So, after relaying all of this to my office mate, she has recommended that I request another interview with a person more qualified to make an accurate assessment and recommendation for my admission. She is probably right. I am hoping Thursday's interview will go much better? It never gets easy to talk about myself (regardless of what some people think).
That's pretty much the full report....oh...she did notice that I didn't do so hot in statistics. That kind of sucked. I made up an excuse and she probably bought it. In reality I just really hate stats.
After the interview I headed to the Eastview to find something to wear for Thursday's interview. Once again, I found nothing. I also exchanged my Nike+ for a brand new chip and sensor, and I am once again hopeful it will work this time. Cross your fingers again.
I did not find clothes for Thursday's interview, but I did find a great new running tank. Lucky me!
So, I hopped in the Jeep and headed down the thruway. Of course I took two wrong turns before I finally made it to the campus, which is beautiful (even in the winter). As I entered the campus I stopped at the info booth to ask about parking only to find out it was going to be tight because Jesse Jackson was on campus. Fabulous. At this point it is 4:18 and I am freaking out. I tell the lady at the info booth I have a 4:30 meeting and need to know where to park. She told me where to go. I had no idea where she meant and picked my own spot, which was apparently okay because I didn't get a ticket. I parked, hopped out of the Jeep, and started rapidly approaching a building that I had no idea were it was. Much like my first day on campus at Penn State, I asked a student where Dewey Hall was and thankfully they sent me to the right building.
I walked in and gave my name at the info desk. The woman introduced herself, but I have no idea what her name is. She had a professor from Curriculum and Teaching take me downstairs to meet with the prof I was to interview with. It is now 4:25. We make it to her office and she is meeting with someone else. Prof 1 places me in a room and goes back to tell interview prof where I am.
At about 4:45, interview prof comes and gets me from the "waiting room." Apparently I am one of those people that people just feel comfortable talking to? She informed me that her son had a dentist appointment and that she had to go pick him up because her husband thinks she doesn't have anything else to do. Her handshake was also very limp. Not good sign.
We make it to her office (which looks like a typical disorganized prof's office - I will fit in well) and I take a seat. She asks what I am doing now and why I am interested in the program at this point in my life. I explain it, blah blah blah...
Shortly after, the phone rings. Apparently it was her daughter who had been arrested and placed in jail for four days because she had been written up at her University and missed the ticket in the mail to show for court. She missed court. They arrested her. Yes. This was discussed in my interview. If you know me well, you really shouldn't be surprised that this would have happened to me. It seems like I have weird crap like this happen all the time.
Here's the part that really frosted my mini wheats... She says to me, "I didn't get a chance to read your writing sample. Based on how you talk, I would assume you are a strong writer. Can you explain to me what this paper is about?" Are you KIDDING ME? I spent a HUGE number of hours on that paper. Large amounts of research. Many hours of writing. Several of editing. And it wasn't even read. Ouch. Welcome to a Ph.D. program?
She did make a decent recommendation that I consider the Ed.D. program rather than the Ph.D. program. Ed.D. tends to be more theory and application, whereas Ph.D. tends to be more research oriented. I am not sure I can spend most of my days doing research, so I may change to Ed.D.
So, after relaying all of this to my office mate, she has recommended that I request another interview with a person more qualified to make an accurate assessment and recommendation for my admission. She is probably right. I am hoping Thursday's interview will go much better? It never gets easy to talk about myself (regardless of what some people think).
That's pretty much the full report....oh...she did notice that I didn't do so hot in statistics. That kind of sucked. I made up an excuse and she probably bought it. In reality I just really hate stats.
After the interview I headed to the Eastview to find something to wear for Thursday's interview. Once again, I found nothing. I also exchanged my Nike+ for a brand new chip and sensor, and I am once again hopeful it will work this time. Cross your fingers again.
I did not find clothes for Thursday's interview, but I did find a great new running tank. Lucky me!
Monday, February 12, 2007
Monday.
I hate Mondays although today was pretty productive. I got a bunch of actual work done, which was nice. Anyway, work isn't really the important thing in my life now, is it?
Tonight's run was a struggle. I am not sure what's going on. I think I am entering a funk. I feel like I just run in circles and circles and circles. Running outside last night was really awesome, even with the snow and ice. It was cold, but it was a change of scenery. The indoor track is killing me and part way through tonight I moved to the treadmill. That was boring as hell, too. I am getting good results, though so I will keep it up. I am also still frustrated with the Nike+. I will be exchanging it tomorrow for a new one and see if that one works better. Here's hoping. I think it's constant malfunctioning is part of my frustration.
Tomorrow is kind of a big day. It is also a long day. I have to be in Waterloo by 7:30 only to turn around and go back to Syracuse for a conference. How stupid is that? I don't know what the conference is about so you may as well not even ask.
I also have my first grad school interview tomorrow. I have NO idea what I am going to wear. Dress code is suit, which is a problem since most of my clothes no longer fit (as in they are too big). I guess I will be sporting the infamous pink suit tomorrow and then hit Macy's at the Eastview Mall after to find something for my Thursday interview.
(I have had to delete this particular paragraph because of the need to report how my interview went tonight - Tuesday- at the U of R. Because I prefer to not be sued because of a blog post that lists a prof's name, I have just deleted the paragraph. Don't worry. You will live. It wasn't that exciting anyway.)
I think that is it for now. Ready for bed and hoping I sleep well. I have some sleep to catch up on from the weekend. Argh.
Tonight's run was a struggle. I am not sure what's going on. I think I am entering a funk. I feel like I just run in circles and circles and circles. Running outside last night was really awesome, even with the snow and ice. It was cold, but it was a change of scenery. The indoor track is killing me and part way through tonight I moved to the treadmill. That was boring as hell, too. I am getting good results, though so I will keep it up. I am also still frustrated with the Nike+. I will be exchanging it tomorrow for a new one and see if that one works better. Here's hoping. I think it's constant malfunctioning is part of my frustration.
Tomorrow is kind of a big day. It is also a long day. I have to be in Waterloo by 7:30 only to turn around and go back to Syracuse for a conference. How stupid is that? I don't know what the conference is about so you may as well not even ask.
I also have my first grad school interview tomorrow. I have NO idea what I am going to wear. Dress code is suit, which is a problem since most of my clothes no longer fit (as in they are too big). I guess I will be sporting the infamous pink suit tomorrow and then hit Macy's at the Eastview Mall after to find something for my Thursday interview.
(I have had to delete this particular paragraph because of the need to report how my interview went tonight - Tuesday- at the U of R. Because I prefer to not be sued because of a blog post that lists a prof's name, I have just deleted the paragraph. Don't worry. You will live. It wasn't that exciting anyway.)
I think that is it for now. Ready for bed and hoping I sleep well. I have some sleep to catch up on from the weekend. Argh.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Now I know what it feels like to be a crack addict...
Okay, not exactly like a crack addict, but maybe close? Probably not even close, actually. Anyway, by the time I got home tonight after the working the 10K in Olean for the YMCA Polar Bear Run, I was inspired. I also had a semi-shitty and a great weekend all at once, so a run was much needed.
When I got home, I immediately got changed. Three top layers, a winter hat, mittens, and running tights later I headed out the door. Started the Nike+ and had the same problem again. Tonight I ran .85 miles in a blistering 35.22 minutes. Nobody can catch me now! Give me a break! I could have inch wormed that distance faster than that. In reality, it was about 3 miles. Cut me some slack. I've been running inside and outside running is completely different. You have to navigate the snow and ice, which becomes a full-time challenge. You also have to stop at intersections and wait for rude people who don't give runners any space. That makes me banonkers. Anyway, Katie invited me to run the Shamrock Run on March 3, so I need to log some miles outside.
Anyway, about the Nike+. I finally realized tonight that it was searching for the sensor, which is a big problem. I restored my iPod and plugged in my Nike+ and it searched for the sensor again, which is good news. I am anxious to try it tomorrow and see what happens. God only know how many miles I've actually done and I have no idea because I haven't been counting laps inside. Guess I will find out tomorrow.
Mags has gas. Like as in clear the room gas. Kentucky Fried Chicken (no, I did not eat there) gave her a breaded chicken strip today. I wonder if that's the culprit?
I was tempted to say that the weekend in Wellsville was a let down, but that isn't exactly true. Things did not go as I hoped, but it was still okay. I got my hair did with my old stylist. She is worth the drive. Had a great Saturday afternoon with Erica in Olean with a stop in at Katie's to see the babes. Saturday night brought a benefit at the Amith Rescue Squad for the church. Beef on Weck. Yum. Then to Better days....alone. Walk in, have a few beers, have a guy say to me "Let's make out." So I kissed him. Pissed off the guy I went there to meet and ultimately ended in him taking home a Sasquatch looking girl. At least I can feel better about myself today than hopefully he does.
Things have recently become frustrating on the guy front again and I've decided that I can no longer tolerate the bullshit. I am electively staying single. No shenanigans. No anything. I am doing what I need to do and men be damned. Running is my new boyfriend. It supports me. it flatters me. It gives me great muscles. Most importantly, it STRENGTHENS my heart, not breaks it. Cheesy, I know, but screw it - I'll take what I can get these days. Boys suck and someday all who have ditched me will be sorry. A woman Scorpio scorned is not a good thing. That doesn't necessarily mean that I am going to do anything to the guys. It means that I am putting my energy into me and will excel, leaving them eating dust and picking rocks out of their foreheads from my wheels spinning gravel up into their stupid ass faces. Fine. I am bitter.
When I got home, I immediately got changed. Three top layers, a winter hat, mittens, and running tights later I headed out the door. Started the Nike+ and had the same problem again. Tonight I ran .85 miles in a blistering 35.22 minutes. Nobody can catch me now! Give me a break! I could have inch wormed that distance faster than that. In reality, it was about 3 miles. Cut me some slack. I've been running inside and outside running is completely different. You have to navigate the snow and ice, which becomes a full-time challenge. You also have to stop at intersections and wait for rude people who don't give runners any space. That makes me banonkers. Anyway, Katie invited me to run the Shamrock Run on March 3, so I need to log some miles outside.
Anyway, about the Nike+. I finally realized tonight that it was searching for the sensor, which is a big problem. I restored my iPod and plugged in my Nike+ and it searched for the sensor again, which is good news. I am anxious to try it tomorrow and see what happens. God only know how many miles I've actually done and I have no idea because I haven't been counting laps inside. Guess I will find out tomorrow.
Mags has gas. Like as in clear the room gas. Kentucky Fried Chicken (no, I did not eat there) gave her a breaded chicken strip today. I wonder if that's the culprit?
I was tempted to say that the weekend in Wellsville was a let down, but that isn't exactly true. Things did not go as I hoped, but it was still okay. I got my hair did with my old stylist. She is worth the drive. Had a great Saturday afternoon with Erica in Olean with a stop in at Katie's to see the babes. Saturday night brought a benefit at the Amith Rescue Squad for the church. Beef on Weck. Yum. Then to Better days....alone. Walk in, have a few beers, have a guy say to me "Let's make out." So I kissed him. Pissed off the guy I went there to meet and ultimately ended in him taking home a Sasquatch looking girl. At least I can feel better about myself today than hopefully he does.
Things have recently become frustrating on the guy front again and I've decided that I can no longer tolerate the bullshit. I am electively staying single. No shenanigans. No anything. I am doing what I need to do and men be damned. Running is my new boyfriend. It supports me. it flatters me. It gives me great muscles. Most importantly, it STRENGTHENS my heart, not breaks it. Cheesy, I know, but screw it - I'll take what I can get these days. Boys suck and someday all who have ditched me will be sorry. A woman Scorpio scorned is not a good thing. That doesn't necessarily mean that I am going to do anything to the guys. It means that I am putting my energy into me and will excel, leaving them eating dust and picking rocks out of their foreheads from my wheels spinning gravel up into their stupid ass faces. Fine. I am bitter.
Speaking of guys...I chatted with Brian Acton for a while on the drive home tonight. He is currently in Calgary and will be in British Columbia in a few days. He sent me this picture, which is pretty darn funny if you ask me.... Did I happen to mention that I hate horses? Their teeth are enormous and their hooves are big...not as big as Sasquatch's, but still big nonetheless. 
Mag and I went to visit our old neighborhood this weekend. As soon as Mag jumped out of the Jeep she ran to the backdoor of our house. Ouch. That stung.
Anyway, back to the grind tomorrow. I am tired.
Holy cow!!! Grad school interviews this week! Yeee haw! I hope I don't end up cheating on my new boyfriend for a new man called grad school. That wouldn't be very good of me.
Mag and I went to visit our old neighborhood this weekend. As soon as Mag jumped out of the Jeep she ran to the backdoor of our house. Ouch. That stung.
Anyway, back to the grind tomorrow. I am tired.
Holy cow!!! Grad school interviews this week! Yeee haw! I hope I don't end up cheating on my new boyfriend for a new man called grad school. That wouldn't be very good of me.
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
Prince Charming is a Douche Bag
Sorry. I can't resist. Michelle and her family just got back from Florida and Disney World. In here pictures, Prince Charming exists, but I am fairly certain that it is just a weird mirage in the picture. You know? Like when ghosts show up in pictures as shadows? I think he was only so strong in the image because it is so close to (gag) Valentine's Day. (Can you hardly wait for the Valentine's Day post?) More about Disney later...
Haven't been feeling so hot the last couple of days. Ugh. Yesterday was particularly yuck and I felt like I had been smack dab rolled over my a big ole truck. Wasn't sure if I was going in to work today, but I slept in late and felt okay to go. So, in I went. Mid morning I felt like crap again this morning, and then felt better after I actually ate something. Made it through the day, unlike my poor friend Erica, who had to stay home. Did we catch some crud from that dirty Fleischman clan Friday night at the garage partaay? Dunno.
Anyway, got some things off my chest today that I have wanted to say for a long time. I am sure that they will have no effect or any impact, but at least I said them.
Made it for a run tonight, but I am still frustrated with my iPod Nike+. Tonight it said that I was running a 17.24 mile at one point and at another I was running a 0 pace (as in zero). So, I don't know what my pace was. The first two miles were consistent, at about 10:08, so I can only assume that the last 1.1 was about the same? I don't know what's up with that thing, but it is frustrating. I guess I am going to have to make it on an actual track at some point and try to recalibrate it AGAIN. It is such a cool piece of technology when it actually works. I do think it is accurate for mileage, but not for pace.
Michelle's family made it back from Florida. It looks like they had a fantastic time. The kids are adorable, of course. I copied a few pictures that I just love. I can't resist this one:
Apparently Jenny Jr. got her ears pierced on the trip. Doesn't look so happy here, but I am guessing that she likes the new earrings!
When I was in Chicago last October, I bought Jenny Jr. a Belle dress from the Disney Store. Apparently, Michelle remembered to bring it with them to Disney. How awesome is this picture?
I have tried to upload some pictures of The String Bean, but for some reason it isn't working? Maybe I can add some tomorrow?
Okay, should do some cleaning (yuck). More tomorrow!
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
My Journey Back to the Motherland
Okay, so it wasn't really the "motherland" per se, but it was Wellsville and the general Wellsville/Olean/Franklinville region. Rock on.
I went with Erica to her brother's Friday night for a little garage party, done only like they do it in Belmont NY. An acoustic guitar guy (who was adorable with rosy red cheeks) and a drummer (with more hair than I can possibly begin to imagine having) were "rocking" out in the garage. They didn't play very much music, but hey...we had fun.
Saturday morning brought a run with Katie at the Y. Emily and Amelia are ridiculously adorable. The Divine Ms. Em continues to be in rare form with witty, clever comments. Her new trick was making silly faces and smearing sugar from Dunkin' Donut holes all over her face and then asking what color her face was. That resulted in the donut hole being taken away from the Divine One. She is too much.
After the run, it was back to Katie's where I overflowed the shower because I thought it was a "slow drain." Well, it wasn't. It was a 100% clogged rain and I overflowed the shower. Feeling kind of like an idiot, I got dressed and made a quick escape. I always somehow manage to do something stupid when I am there.
Next stop? The Hillman Clan. I stopped to see Kristin, Scott, Ana, and Nicholas. They are teeny teeny tiny little babes. Ana is as little as she looks in the pictures. One stops crying and gets layed down only to have the other start and need to be picked up. I do have to give them props for running a very efficient operation over there, though. Shew. It has been confirmed that everything with twins is a process. God bless them!
Back to Erica's after that for a quick din at the Chinese restaurant and then off to see a band called "Big Leg Emma" at the Wellsville Creative Arts Center. The band was AWESOME combining rock, folk, country, blues, zydeco, blue grass...you name it, there was probably some of it thrown in there. They played a nice long set and we had a smashing time. Erica bought the cd, which would come in handy later. Check out Big Leg Emma at www.biglegemma.com . Katie will hate them, I am quite sure.
Then, of course, a quick stop at Better Days! As Erica and I are sitting on the benches in the back of the bar, who walks in? Big Red Johnny Hillside. Yum! What a DEEElightful surprise. It was good to....ahem...see him.
All in all, I would say it was good weekend. Only got one mile in, but it was still a mile. I am heading back this weekend, so I hope the week goes quickly!
I went to the gym last night in an attempt to get back into my running schedule. Oy vay! I had the worst run I have had in a really long time. Something was up with my Nike+ system, too, because at one point it said I was running something like a 5:42 mile. Yikes. I am pretty sure my legs would fly off if I were running that quickly. In any case, I will count the miles in my total mileage, but will not post the specific run on the side of the blog. It is not news worthy. Let's hope for a better run tonight, dammit.
This morning has quite honestly sucked. I was WIDE awake at 4:00 this morning so I decided not to fight it and got up and ready for work. I took Mag out for a while and then headed into the office. As I was headed into Seneca Falls, I saw some kind of line across my windshield. As I looked closer, I realized that the windshield had cracked almost the entire width of the thing. Great! NO problem. I have full glass coverage. So, I file an online claim only to be told that I have a $500 deductible. Excuse me? I have ALWAYS carried full glass. So, I email Geico asking what the story is. I am then informed that they dropped my glass coverage when I got rid of the Focus and added the Jeep (2003). They gave me some song and dance that they send paperwork to review blah blah blah...the email started "Please be advised..." My email back to them started with "Please be advised I am looking for a new insurance company." So, anyway I have to scrounge up $220 for a new friggin' windshield. Did I mention that I just got new brakes last week at the price of $350? Does money suddenly come flying from random body orifices? Give me a freakin' break.
And then there's work. That's all I need to say about that.
Speaking of which, I suppose I should get back to it....but wait...does it really look like I have time in my life for a full-time job?
I went with Erica to her brother's Friday night for a little garage party, done only like they do it in Belmont NY. An acoustic guitar guy (who was adorable with rosy red cheeks) and a drummer (with more hair than I can possibly begin to imagine having) were "rocking" out in the garage. They didn't play very much music, but hey...we had fun.
Saturday morning brought a run with Katie at the Y. Emily and Amelia are ridiculously adorable. The Divine Ms. Em continues to be in rare form with witty, clever comments. Her new trick was making silly faces and smearing sugar from Dunkin' Donut holes all over her face and then asking what color her face was. That resulted in the donut hole being taken away from the Divine One. She is too much.
After the run, it was back to Katie's where I overflowed the shower because I thought it was a "slow drain." Well, it wasn't. It was a 100% clogged rain and I overflowed the shower. Feeling kind of like an idiot, I got dressed and made a quick escape. I always somehow manage to do something stupid when I am there.
Next stop? The Hillman Clan. I stopped to see Kristin, Scott, Ana, and Nicholas. They are teeny teeny tiny little babes. Ana is as little as she looks in the pictures. One stops crying and gets layed down only to have the other start and need to be picked up. I do have to give them props for running a very efficient operation over there, though. Shew. It has been confirmed that everything with twins is a process. God bless them!
Back to Erica's after that for a quick din at the Chinese restaurant and then off to see a band called "Big Leg Emma" at the Wellsville Creative Arts Center. The band was AWESOME combining rock, folk, country, blues, zydeco, blue grass...you name it, there was probably some of it thrown in there. They played a nice long set and we had a smashing time. Erica bought the cd, which would come in handy later. Check out Big Leg Emma at www.biglegemma.com . Katie will hate them, I am quite sure.
Then, of course, a quick stop at Better Days! As Erica and I are sitting on the benches in the back of the bar, who walks in? Big Red Johnny Hillside. Yum! What a DEEElightful surprise. It was good to....ahem...see him.
All in all, I would say it was good weekend. Only got one mile in, but it was still a mile. I am heading back this weekend, so I hope the week goes quickly!
I went to the gym last night in an attempt to get back into my running schedule. Oy vay! I had the worst run I have had in a really long time. Something was up with my Nike+ system, too, because at one point it said I was running something like a 5:42 mile. Yikes. I am pretty sure my legs would fly off if I were running that quickly. In any case, I will count the miles in my total mileage, but will not post the specific run on the side of the blog. It is not news worthy. Let's hope for a better run tonight, dammit.
This morning has quite honestly sucked. I was WIDE awake at 4:00 this morning so I decided not to fight it and got up and ready for work. I took Mag out for a while and then headed into the office. As I was headed into Seneca Falls, I saw some kind of line across my windshield. As I looked closer, I realized that the windshield had cracked almost the entire width of the thing. Great! NO problem. I have full glass coverage. So, I file an online claim only to be told that I have a $500 deductible. Excuse me? I have ALWAYS carried full glass. So, I email Geico asking what the story is. I am then informed that they dropped my glass coverage when I got rid of the Focus and added the Jeep (2003). They gave me some song and dance that they send paperwork to review blah blah blah...the email started "Please be advised..." My email back to them started with "Please be advised I am looking for a new insurance company." So, anyway I have to scrounge up $220 for a new friggin' windshield. Did I mention that I just got new brakes last week at the price of $350? Does money suddenly come flying from random body orifices? Give me a freakin' break.
And then there's work. That's all I need to say about that.
Speaking of which, I suppose I should get back to it....but wait...does it really look like I have time in my life for a full-time job?
Friday, February 2, 2007
Could this really happen?
Is this really the time? Could it really happen that I could start work on a Ph.D.? I just got a call from the Admissions Office at the Warner School at the University of Rochester to set up my appointments for faculty interviews. I will need to go twice, once on 2/13 and once on 2/15. I think that maybe I should start working on doing a little research regarding the ole human development field so that I can sound half-way educated when I meet with them. I know that I will be intimidated and tongue tied initially. What does one wear to an interview with faculty?
In any case, I am excited. I hope things go well. Say a prayer to the financial gods.
In any case, I am excited. I hope things go well. Say a prayer to the financial gods.
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