Saturday, January 29, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Stupid Yesterday
Wore my new Shape-Ups knockoffs to school thinking what I don't know. I drove myself since Chris was working and parked in the $7 garage. Walked down to my first class running later than intended but still on time. Got to my class and the door was locked. Ah yes, today we're meeting in the library... which is directly across from the parking garage. D'oh! Had to walk back down to the English building for my next class and back up for Art History. My targeted muscles that I never use are sore. I made up for it by eating a mini Pizza Hut pizza. So there.
The Book Arts class met in the library so we could see their Special Collections. The teacher used to be in charge of said collection so he had prepared a list of things to show us. First up was a 4000 year old Sumerian clay tablet which I learned all about last semester in Art History. It was very small, maybe an inch square and looked something like this:
We saw books from the 15th century, a Shakespeare folio from the 17th century and a book printed by Ben Franklin's press. Another appearance from Art History was the illuminated manuscript. They had a couple examples of those, which look something like this:
The "crown jewel" of the collection is their 1493 Nuremberg Chronicle in its original binding. Again I have to show you somebody else's copy because UNR has no pictures of this stuff on their website.
This book tells the history of the world starting with the creation of the universe
to Noah's Ark
to current maps of cities. This is Florence.
There were many more impressive items that I have forgotten about due to information overload. But there was at least an hour of this followed by an hour and a half of viewing items from their Book Arts collection.
There are lots of neat ideas there and I can't remember names enough to find enough to show you many examples but here are three by Julie Chen.
This one is called Octopus and it pulls open like an expanding file folder. Each page (or layer, whatever you want to call it) has text and you can see the octopus at the back.
The next one is called Ode to a Grand Staircase and opens up on both sides. There are many, many layers and separate pieces put together.
The last one I can't find a name for. Admittedly, I am not trying very hard. It is made to look like a box of candy (so I'm told, though I don't think it really looks like candy) and each piece is its own tiny book that opens differently and contains weird little thoughts.
Neat, huh?
So the rest of the day was LONG and BORING and when I finally got home I dragged Ant to the grocery store. We got home at 9:30. Now I'm at work. I am ready for the week to be over and I'm deciding that today will be the end of it. I reject working on Fridays from now on.
The Book Arts class met in the library so we could see their Special Collections. The teacher used to be in charge of said collection so he had prepared a list of things to show us. First up was a 4000 year old Sumerian clay tablet which I learned all about last semester in Art History. It was very small, maybe an inch square and looked something like this:
We saw books from the 15th century, a Shakespeare folio from the 17th century and a book printed by Ben Franklin's press. Another appearance from Art History was the illuminated manuscript. They had a couple examples of those, which look something like this:
The "crown jewel" of the collection is their 1493 Nuremberg Chronicle in its original binding. Again I have to show you somebody else's copy because UNR has no pictures of this stuff on their website.
This book tells the history of the world starting with the creation of the universe
to Noah's Ark
to current maps of cities. This is Florence.
There were many more impressive items that I have forgotten about due to information overload. But there was at least an hour of this followed by an hour and a half of viewing items from their Book Arts collection.
There are lots of neat ideas there and I can't remember names enough to find enough to show you many examples but here are three by Julie Chen.
This one is called Octopus and it pulls open like an expanding file folder. Each page (or layer, whatever you want to call it) has text and you can see the octopus at the back.
The next one is called Ode to a Grand Staircase and opens up on both sides. There are many, many layers and separate pieces put together.
The last one I can't find a name for. Admittedly, I am not trying very hard. It is made to look like a box of candy (so I'm told, though I don't think it really looks like candy) and each piece is its own tiny book that opens differently and contains weird little thoughts.
Neat, huh?
So the rest of the day was LONG and BORING and when I finally got home I dragged Ant to the grocery store. We got home at 9:30. Now I'm at work. I am ready for the week to be over and I'm deciding that today will be the end of it. I reject working on Fridays from now on.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Oh yeah...
... and I have more good news. That payment I got from work was for the missing November time sheet. I got the other one today. I am caught up- finally.
BIG sigh of relief.
BIG sigh of relief.
Tuesdays are better than Mondays.
Chris is working a LOT, which is good, but that means today I go see our counselor by myself.
"Sometimes it feels like he's just not here."
"Chris, how does that make you feel?"
"..."
Ha ha ha. Jennyway, Ant was REALLY tired last night, probably because of the sleepover Saturday night. According to Ant, he and Bubba were up until 5 and woke up at 9. Sunday night was normal but the shenanigans must have caught up with him because he just hit a WALL. He went to bed at his regular time but you should have heard him this morning, oh my god...
"Ant, wake up, you slept in!" says Chris.
"AAAAGGGGHHHHRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUGGGHHHHHH! NOOOOOOOO DAAAAAADDDDDDDYYYY! Uhhhhhnnnnnhhhhh!"
"You were supposed to get up at 7:30! Get up!"
"UUUHHHH I DID!!!!!"
"Turning off the alarm and going back to bed doesn't count! Get up!"
I think I'll send him to bed early tonight.
As for me and my 3, 4, or 5 o'clock nightly insomnia, I experienced a slight improvement. We picked up some herbal sleep aid supplement last night and it seemed to work pretty well. I still woke up, but I felt tired enough to go back to sleep. It didn't take a long time either like it normally does. Chris woke up too and said,
"Wow, you slept through the night! What time is it?"
"Three-thirty."
"Oh."
I still feel tired, but not groggy. I am attributing the tiredness to exhaustion, which will certainly take a few solid nights of sleep to fix.
Okay, off I go! Let's hope I don't hit a wall too!
"Sometimes it feels like he's just not here."
"Chris, how does that make you feel?"
"..."
Ha ha ha. Jennyway, Ant was REALLY tired last night, probably because of the sleepover Saturday night. According to Ant, he and Bubba were up until 5 and woke up at 9. Sunday night was normal but the shenanigans must have caught up with him because he just hit a WALL. He went to bed at his regular time but you should have heard him this morning, oh my god...
"Ant, wake up, you slept in!" says Chris.
"AAAAGGGGHHHHRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUGGGHHHHHH! NOOOOOOOO DAAAAAADDDDDDDYYYY! Uhhhhhnnnnnhhhhh!"
"You were supposed to get up at 7:30! Get up!"
"UUUHHHH I DID!!!!!"
"Turning off the alarm and going back to bed doesn't count! Get up!"
I think I'll send him to bed early tonight.
As for me and my 3, 4, or 5 o'clock nightly insomnia, I experienced a slight improvement. We picked up some herbal sleep aid supplement last night and it seemed to work pretty well. I still woke up, but I felt tired enough to go back to sleep. It didn't take a long time either like it normally does. Chris woke up too and said,
"Wow, you slept through the night! What time is it?"
"Three-thirty."
"Oh."
I still feel tired, but not groggy. I am attributing the tiredness to exhaustion, which will certainly take a few solid nights of sleep to fix.
Okay, off I go! Let's hope I don't hit a wall too!
Monday, January 24, 2011
T-I-R-E-D
, but the good news is that the only decent person at Financial Aid went and cracked some skulls (or so I imagine) and got said skulls to process my stupid loan.
"It will disburse tonight."
It got sat on somewhere, but she went back there, smacked somebody around, and POOF just like that my loan goes through. Ah, thank you so much, kind lady.
Mondays are loooooooooooong days. I'm off to bed.
"It will disburse tonight."
It got sat on somewhere, but she went back there, smacked somebody around, and POOF just like that my loan goes through. Ah, thank you so much, kind lady.
Mondays are loooooooooooong days. I'm off to bed.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
The Evil You Know
Well, there had to be a problem somewhere. I can only send blog notifications to 10 e-mail addresses. That is frickin frackin retarded. Arrrgghh! What is the point of subscribing to a blog if you can't get notifications?
Remember MySpace when you all used it? Yes, I'm still bitter about that. Yes, I am connected to more people on Facebook and yes, there are some things that are better but overall, all Facebook has done is get me addicted to Farmville.
I brought up the privacy/heart attack over Ant using my glass issue up in counseling. The conversation went a lot better this time and Chris agreed to support a few Jenny laws regarding my scissors, my tools, and my favorite glasses. A couple days later I found Ant in the kitchen and showed him my favorite.
"This is mine," I said. "I use it, I'll wash it, but this one is mine. I know that sounds retarded, but I'm willing to share all the others. This one is mine."
"Daddy already told me I could only use the plastic cups," he said sadly.
Oh boy. I explained that I hate finding caca glued to the bottom of my cherished glasses and decided to solve that by peeing on my territory. I assured him he could use the others, but to take care of them. He was so relieved.
"That would have meant I couldn't use the A&W mug or the lighthouse! Those are my favorites!" In fact, he wanted to know if he could have a glass that was totally his too. Yes, of course! Chris will be thrilled that I am creating a mini control freak, but I think a mixture is better than creating someone who is only carefree. And isn't it also better to let him start having things that are only his own- things he will want to take care of?
The other night Chris's friends stopped by and they walked right in my front door like they lived here. That immediately burned me but I did wrestle myself under control and tried to figure out how to handle it. My first inclination was to say something snotty to Chris. Then he could relay the message that I am a control freak and a bitch... Okay, that will not work. After I got over being mad and could think straight, I realized that I should have lightly said something directly to them as they came in. Something like, "Hey, you guys are always welcome here, but please wait to be let in." Of course, the opportunity had already passed so I'll have to wait until next time. I think they must have already spoken to Chris and figured it was okay since he was expecting them. However, Chris does not always pass the message along and EVEN THEN- I still don't want you just waltzing into my house unless you live there.
I am supposed to be doing homework but I am still entertaining Ant and Bubba. Last night they tried to sneak out front with "swords" instead of scooters.
"What are you doing?"
"We're going to go smack each other with sticks."
"Okay, well, stay out front."
Bubba got cracked in the ankle, but that was the only casualty. They kept running back in to upgrade their weapons. On their last trip out the door they had aluminum baseball bats. BASEBALL BATS. Tracy was listening to all this and said she does not understand boys. I've been around them a lot and I still don't get it.
Now they are getting to the point where they are sleep deprived and cranky and starting to argue. I'll let them make up, but then it will be time for Bubba to go home.
Remember MySpace when you all used it? Yes, I'm still bitter about that. Yes, I am connected to more people on Facebook and yes, there are some things that are better but overall, all Facebook has done is get me addicted to Farmville.
I brought up the privacy/heart attack over Ant using my glass issue up in counseling. The conversation went a lot better this time and Chris agreed to support a few Jenny laws regarding my scissors, my tools, and my favorite glasses. A couple days later I found Ant in the kitchen and showed him my favorite.
"This is mine," I said. "I use it, I'll wash it, but this one is mine. I know that sounds retarded, but I'm willing to share all the others. This one is mine."
"Daddy already told me I could only use the plastic cups," he said sadly.
Oh boy. I explained that I hate finding caca glued to the bottom of my cherished glasses and decided to solve that by peeing on my territory. I assured him he could use the others, but to take care of them. He was so relieved.
"That would have meant I couldn't use the A&W mug or the lighthouse! Those are my favorites!" In fact, he wanted to know if he could have a glass that was totally his too. Yes, of course! Chris will be thrilled that I am creating a mini control freak, but I think a mixture is better than creating someone who is only carefree. And isn't it also better to let him start having things that are only his own- things he will want to take care of?
The other night Chris's friends stopped by and they walked right in my front door like they lived here. That immediately burned me but I did wrestle myself under control and tried to figure out how to handle it. My first inclination was to say something snotty to Chris. Then he could relay the message that I am a control freak and a bitch... Okay, that will not work. After I got over being mad and could think straight, I realized that I should have lightly said something directly to them as they came in. Something like, "Hey, you guys are always welcome here, but please wait to be let in." Of course, the opportunity had already passed so I'll have to wait until next time. I think they must have already spoken to Chris and figured it was okay since he was expecting them. However, Chris does not always pass the message along and EVEN THEN- I still don't want you just waltzing into my house unless you live there.
I am supposed to be doing homework but I am still entertaining Ant and Bubba. Last night they tried to sneak out front with "swords" instead of scooters.
"What are you doing?"
"We're going to go smack each other with sticks."
"Okay, well, stay out front."
Bubba got cracked in the ankle, but that was the only casualty. They kept running back in to upgrade their weapons. On their last trip out the door they had aluminum baseball bats. BASEBALL BATS. Tracy was listening to all this and said she does not understand boys. I've been around them a lot and I still don't get it.
Now they are getting to the point where they are sleep deprived and cranky and starting to argue. I'll let them make up, but then it will be time for Bubba to go home.
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