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  • It’s sad how many people are trying to plagiarize “My cousin’s wedding” at the end of the semester.  Here’s a recent variation on the prompt, “you recently went to your aunt’s wedding, but your cousin wasn’t able to go write an e-mail to your cousin.”  I wonder how many professors and high school teachers have read all about my evil uncle and his evil wife at this point.
  • If you have to return something after wearing it for a special occasion then you shouldn’t have bought and worn it to begin with.  No matter how special the occasion you wore it for.  Leaving the tags on doesn’t make it ok.  You sweated in that and pretended it wasn’t worn.  Rental places do rent this kind of stuff, not just tuxes.  It’s called wardrobing and it costs the economy real dollars.
  • If your cats have scratched up your leather furniture, you might be able to hide the damage with shoe polish.  In related news, DH is a genius.
  • Confidential to my cousins: you know people can’t actually “graduate” from Pre-K right?  Unless the diploma mills have gotten worse than I thought.  Stop the stupidity!
  • I have very bad intuition about most things.
  • I can’t believe I just this past month or so learned about vlogbrothers.  As I’ve been watching them (gone through 2015-2010 at this point), I’ve noted how many chances I had to discover them… Lizzie Bennet diaries, The brain scoop (which I came across when Emily Graslie talked about the gendered nature of comments about her videos), books by John Green (which I have not read, but have read reviews for), and so on.  I’m so addicted.  I think I have more in common with Hank in terms of interests and pragmatism, but I’ve got that being old thing going with John and somewhat prefer his sense of humor and insights (perhaps, she thinks in John Green’s voiceover voice, it is precisely because we have less in common, and it is our differences that bring new insights and interest … obligatory reference to complexity).  I notice I’ve started doing my own deep and meaningful “thoughts from places” style monologues as I go from place to place (as soon as I notice, I’m all stop that!).(How did I find them?  Delagar has a link to hank’s tumblr on her blogroll and that batman video hooked me.) (#2’s sister loves these guys, did I not tell you?  Did you not see my t-shirt?) (No, I did not see your t-shirt.  Yes, you told me about your sister after I mentioned I’d discovered them.)
  • DH wore the “Batman’s just a rich guy with an affinity for bats” shirt for the first time and the mother of one of DC2’s friend’s commented on it at daycare pick-up.  Her husband is also an addict.

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  • Speaking of male ponies… did you know that Weird Al played Cheese Sandwich?
  • My town has recently completely changed where it puts police officers to check for speeders.  They’re completely gone from the primarily minority neighborhood where I used to see them 3 times a week catching speeders in the school zone and they’re now at the entrance of my mostly white HOA and also on the main drag that half of the university people use to go home.  It’s like they want to change their statistics to make it clear they’re not just targeting minorities in case they get audited.  Or maybe this Ferguson stuff has stopped and made them actually think critically about how their practices negatively and unfairly impact minorities.  White privilege is real.
  • After 10 years, I now eat grits and like them.
  • Cute DC2 story:  Easter night,  DH insisted that DC2 needed to eat some real food for dinner instead of candy, and DC2 (age 2) maintained that marshmallow eggs are real food because they’re eggs, not candy.  Ze got so mad that ze took hir easter basket, marched into hir room, and slammed the door.  Ze had angrily consumed quite a bit more candy before we stopped laughing enough to be able to check on hir.  (At which point, I said one more piece, then no more and ze was ok with that.)
  • No, no, I haven’t found a place in Paradise yet.  We probably won’t until 1-2 weeks before we move out there!
  • The world would be a better place if people who hate math didn’t transmit their hatred to the next generation.
  • ARGH.  I hate the way no matter how many times I say, “I don’t know, my husband keeps the kids’ calendar” and “My husband is a better person to talk to about this” and “Call [husband] 1st,” it is irrelevant.  They always call me.  Even though the reception in my office is crappy and I often misplace my phone for days at a time.  (Caveat:  the new daycare is very good about folllowing the instructions on the card about who to call first.)
  • Related note:  Work colleague who has my cell number for work related reasons (coordinating meals with job candidates that one time), it was not ok to give it to your wife when she *already* has my husband’s number for play-date purposes.  And I’ve told him (somewhat impolitely) that she should call DH and I’ve asked her politely to call DH and not me many times.
  • I got my haircut right before a conference in a fancy city.  I suspect it makes me look younger and more approachable than my previous ‘do.  College boys and middle-aged ladies kept striking up random conversations with me at the airports on the way home.  It was weird.  Smalltalk, however, seems pretty easy at the airport (and it’s always easy at conferences), which leads me to conclude that I just hate making smalltalk with the parents of my kids’ friends.  I wonder what that says about me.

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  • Did you know that some tape dispensers are filled with lots of really tiny grain sand?  (#2 has one like that.)  Guess who found out the hard way…
  • DC2 has started the dreaded “why” phase.
  • The true reason that people should not retire completely:  They start getting into stupid political debates on online forums and then they email their daughters demanding well-researched rebuttals that they can then use to make their points.  (This is also a good reason to refuse to take money from one’s parents after one has left the nest.)
  • The Prozac wore off.  :(  The kitten was fine and then one evening she spectacularly peed on most of the beds and (conveniently) the extra bedding for the bed she didn’t pee on.  It was great while it lasted.  We’re back to prozac… I hope it kicks in soon.  If not, she’s back to being locked up in the master bathroom.  Update:  The Prozac works.
  • I am always glad that I am not a minimalist when say, the cat pees on my winter coat and I still have my old winter coat to wear.  It may be shabby and have difficult t0 fix tears (because some of the fabric has shredded), but it is dry and doesn’t smell like cat pee.
  • The worst kind of service is the kind that you’re asked to do, then you do it and do it well and it takes time but you do a good and thorough job that you’re proud of and before the deadline, and then they completely ignore that you did any of it.  Or decide they didn’t actually want it.  Or they’ll just keep doing what they were always doing even though it’s bad and wrong and they asked you to figure out the right thing.
  • Note to self:  Stop bothering trying to comment on Modern Mrs. Darcy.  You are on her “bad” list and will always be in moderation for a full day no matter how innocuous your comment.  It isn’t worth it.
  • DC1 recently noted that the proportion of boys to girls on My Little Pony is about the same as the proportion of girls to boys in EVERYTHING ELSE (or specifically in The Lego Movie– I pointed out the everything else aspect).  But it took My Little Pony for hir to notice any gender disparity.  We’re just used to there only being one or two token girls in a world of boys.
  • I had forgotten that when we first met Vimes he was drunk.

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  • Economists sit around and complain that they’re not getting paid 160K/year.  Except, of course, the ones who are getting paid far more than that.  *sigh*  On the one hand, I am well aware that my salary is pretty darn high for a college professor… on the other hand, it is nowhere near the 160K that my newly hired tenured colleagues are making.  Going on the market could be worth quite a bit of money.  I really should have done that instead of having a baby.  Except I really like the baby!
    • #2 is unimpressed by economists and says phooey on them.  People in my field might top out at $160k per year by the time they retire after 30 years.  MIGHT.
    • But, #1 notes, should we let the men economists make way more than the women?  Just because other social scientists are paid less…
    • No, men and women should obviously make the same amount.  Except me, I should make more.  :)
  • Dear lifestyle blogger, why would I take advice on how to be happy from someone who is so obviously miserable?  Also:  I’m not sure you’re qualified to be a personal finance blogger if you’re terrible with your finances.  Spending lots of money on things that you hope will make you happy but that never actually do is not really a lifestyle I want to emulate.
  • I wish it were legal for me to viciously harass (and also call the cops on) people whose cigarette smoke enters my apartment windows when I have them open at night.  Go kill yourself [slowly via cigarette smoke] somewhere where I don’t have to share it!  Effing jerks, if you can afford to live in these particular buildings then you can afford the help to quit; you just don’t want to.  Asshats.
  • At least we don’t have loud dogs, though.
  • Every time someone types :), an open parenthesis finally finds a mate.
  • Dear listserv members, having a moderated list means that your ideas are going to get moderated, too.  If you send me more email asking why your shit is moderated it just annoys me.  I’m not on a personal crusade against you when you get an auto-reply that says “your listserv message has been sent to moderation”.  Go away.  Love and lack of awareness, Me.

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  • I was depressed for no reason for a week or two.  (Well, not no reason, I mean, there were disappointments and things, but usually things I get over.)  I thought maybe it was my diet (refined carbs had crept in), but changing that, while it helped, didn’t make it go away completely.  Then I took some of the vit D I have been supposed to be taking.  20 min later I felt back to normal.  Note to self:  Vit D.  Take it.
  • I wish we could afford 6K/month in rent.  That would make a lot of things a lot easier.  [Update:  now 7K/mo in rent… housing prices be crazy.]
  • What is it with toddlers and imaginary keys?  Dc2’s imaginary dragon was stuck and needed a key to get out.  At just a little bit older than this age, dc1 was pulling imaginary keys to open imaginary doors blocking hir path.  Our children are magical.
  • This year we’ve gotten 3 Christmas cards for the people we bought the house from EIGHT years ago.  Usually we get one or fewer.  Hopefully the online whitepages has their “new” address correct.
  • Dear retired FBI guy, I still do not know the personal schedule, cell phone number, etc. of the gentleman whose office is next to mine.  I am also still not a secretary, personal appearances (given my lack of Y chromosome) to the contrary.
  • Dear students, especially those who I have never seen before in my life, you need to get a new stapler in your workroom because my stapler is not your personal stapler.  Again, I am still not a department administrative assistant, and if you’re going to turn your exam in to a department administrative assistant *anyway* then you should use her stapler.
  • Dear new administrative assistant, I am having a really hard time understanding why all these people cannot find you because you are ALWAYS just across the hall from me talking really loudly to the student workers keeping anybody from getting any work done.  Maybe that’s why the guy whose office is next to mine is never here.
  • So, #2 tried a more casual first paragraph in a cover letter and got a call-back almost immediately.  Trying to figure out if that’s going to work for every job or specific kinds of jobs or if it was just a fluke.
  • Nice kitty currently on Prozac to see if that stops the peeing.  She hasn’t peed yet that we’ve found, but she also is spending all of her time hiding from us– she seems subdued and unhappy.
  • DC2 officially started the new daycare this week!
  • Age 8 seems to have replaced age 7’s sulking with annoying elementary school humor.  We think that’s a good trade.
  • Alligator pear is another name for avocado.  Who knew?  (#2 did.)
  • Am I the only toddler mother in the world who is not interested in talking at length about poo?  [Update:  brief survey of my coworkers suggests the answer is no.]
  • One more bullet though– gotta brag about DC1 finishing Hard Math.  It really was hard!  And sooo awesome!  (Gotta tell the blog, because who else can I tell?)

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  • Dear Daycare, why do you always call me first?  My husband does 98% of drop-offs and at least 80% of pick-ups.  He always answers the phone when you call him.  You only get me when I’m in my office.  It says on our card, “Call First” with a big arrow next to “Father’s cell.”
  • Also, no, I would not like to drop by daycare to “encourage” DC2 to get hir picture taken.  If ze’s afraid of the photographer and doesn’t want hir picture taken, we’re fine with that.  Did you notice how we didn’t fill out the form requesting professional pictures?  That’s because we don’t want them.
  • The first new daycare we looked at was great!  Sadly they don’t have an opening in the younger twos room until January and they won’t accept DC2 in the older twos room until January (“liability reasons” “choking hazards”).  Sigh.  One of hir former teachers from the good montessori said hi!
  • The university daycare said yes, we’re still on the list but because of when DC2’s birthday is and when we signed up, we won’t be off the list until next September at the earliest.  Two of my colleagues’ kids are there and they love it.  (We’d be there too if we’d signed up when I was pregnant, but we didn’t know our favorite daycare would go under, and if we’d signed up, we would have gotten off the waitlist before it went under and would have thrown away that slot.  So… without a crystal ball…)
  • I’m now at the point in my career where people introduce themselves to me at conferences sometimes.  Like grad students!  It’s super weird.  But kind of cool.  :)
  • Five months later, finally get DH’s second-to-last travel reimbursement.  They swear it won’t take as long to get the next one.  $1,700 is a lot of money to not have.
  • DH has been cooking for 14 years.  This year we noticed that he has been improvising on recipes for quite some time without a single disaster.  I’ve been cooking since I was 7 years old, so when we married I’d already been cooking longer than that.  It really is just experience, not necessarily a natural ability.
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  • We feel unloved by inside higher ed.  Our last few academia posts have been completely ignored.  *snif*
  • Once the rising costs of benefits are taken into account, my raise this year is less than $200/paycheck additional.  Still, it’s nice to have any raise– without a raise my salary would actually be going down in real terms.
  • In positive money news:  For the second time since we got the Civic Hybrid, the expensive electronic battery went wonky.  But… it was still under warranty!  YAY!!!  $2,600 that we didn’t have to pay!
  • DH won’t let me send this email:  “We will be unable to ‘volunteer’.  We pay for daycare because we have to work.”  (In reply to: “Our fall festival is coming up Friday [date]. We need help starting around 9am (for set up) until 1:00pm. Usually we ask parents to work in two shifts. 9-11:00 and 11:00-1pm. Please look at your schedules, see which time will work best for you and sign up for the different booths.”)  Oh well, chances are DC2 will have been kicked out for biting by then anyway.  Probably while DH is away on business near the end of October and I have a p/t meeting and an exam I can’t miss or bring a rambunctious toddler to.  They’ll have to find someone else to bring chips.  (Thank goodness we didn’t get assigned to bring 12 sandwiches like some people were.  What a hassle!)
  • All those h8rs on the internet who say that people who complain about being busy suck?  They suck.  Sometimes a person complains about being busy because they’re @#$#@ing busy [often because of other @#$ers dropping the ball on things they said they’d do].  It’s not like I LIKE being this kind of busy.  I like being generally busy but without the time pressure; then I don’t complain about it– I enjoy it!
  • DC2 just sight-read hir first sight word.  It is, “oops”.  DC1’s first sight word was “zebra.”
  • In case you’re wondering whether pure white countertops in the kitchen and bathroom are a good idea:  They’re not.
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