All the Things (+ Small Changes)

Well, hello there. We are getting to that point in the semester where my life is crumbling, brick by brick. No time to grade. No time to read. Plus, I don't even understand what I read because it's theory. No time to write. Can't write anyways since I don't understand the readings.

Vicious cycle.

Needy students.

<insert emoji of girl holding her temples>

But, life, it goes on.

I got this mug at the Field Museum in Chicago. In case you're wondering if I ever plan to stop talking about that place, the answer is no. It was so cool. This mug is adorable and I love the toes and it puts me in a good mood.

Speaking of good moods - this card. G and I coined the term, "bunny butt," so whoever made this is plagiarizing, but whatever. It's in our kitchen because, again, it puts me in a good mood.

And I'll have you know that our lil bunny butt is doing just fine. I finally got around to taking down the Christmas/winter/holiday lights and the gloomy darkness has improved her mood substantially. Nose kisses happen every night around here. It's now a thing.

One of my students came up to me after class last week and told me that I am, by far, his favorite professor. Just as I opened my mouth to say thanks, he added, "I mean, none of my other professors flip off the class like you do!" Uh oh. I was like, don't put that in the eval, ok?

(For what it's worth, they know I'm kidding - well, sort of - and they're generally cool with being flipped off. I've discovered moves like this make the twenty-somethings actually pay attention, so it's all in the name of academia.)

Since I put up the winter decorations, I used that as an excuse to high-tail it to World Market and buy a few Easter-y things. G came home and was like, "You realize it's still February, right?" I was like, "This puts the 'tail' in retail therapy." <---Get it?

Tell me this isn't precious.

I was procrastinating in a major way and ended up wandering around the store way longer than I should have, which resulted in me buying these bowls. I know it seems like 10 children live in this house. But it's only two adults and a rabbit. The longer I live the more I realize I need to stop following arbitrary adult rules (i.e. own real dishes) and just do what makes me happy.

Could you die or what?! And, no, I don't just plan to use these in the spring. I kind of hate to admit that we will use these all year round.

It's 70 degrees and sunny today. I pulled out all the stops and opened up the front door and some windows so that I can look up from grading every few minutes and realize there's still a whole world out there.

Sorry I've been absent of late. Can't handle life. Can't prioritize and manage all the things.

Trying to get act together.

Gladly accepting offers to bunny sit, spare change, food of all kinds, and paper-writing services. Just come on over; the door's open.