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This week was full of good things.  So good, in fact, that I'm finding the only time to blog right now.  At this very moment.  Late Friday night. I'll take it. Every week I tutor a Mexican couple who are wanting to take the citizenship exam soon.  We go over the questions they will be asked and practice speaking for the verbal portion, as well as review some other things that will be included in their experience.  I love them.  So much.  They are such a nice couple (and not only because they bring me homemade mexican food-bonus!) and we seriously laugh half the time we are studying.  They told me they'll bring me a super hot/spicy burrito next week.  I can't wait. I've also gotten really into estate sales.  Today we went to 7.  It was kind of awesome but also kind of embarrassing, because I think it makes us seem like we're 80 years old.  The one thing I kind of regret not buying?  A fur coat.  The thing ...

I will elaborate more on my amazing trip to Bear Lake later (tomorrow?) but for now I just want you all to soak up the amazingness of my friends and our dedication to America. George Washington was such a legend. And I don't know what I would do without these friends.  No joke.  Who else would reenact a historical scene...more than once...and (pretend to) like it? (ps doesn't Logan make a real good leader?  his beard! too bad he's taken)

You guys. Thanks so much for voting. Thanks especially to the one person who voted eleven times in a row option c: "why do you still live at home.". It was really sweet of you to reinforce my adulthood. Or lack thereof. You know who you are. Actually, I know who you are, too, because you told me. Punk. I'll do a full recap on the results of the survey early next week. Until then I just wanted to say a couple of important things. I'm at the airport right now and the kid two seats away (I say kid but he's probably early 20s) is working real hard on a drawing of a girl on one half of the page and words on the other half. I can't read it all, but the top line says "to the most wonderful girl in the world". Creepy. He doesn't even know me. Also. My uncle who was in town this week really likes working on cars. So when he saw an old, unworking Pontiac sitting in front of our house he jumped to the challenge. I also jumped at the challenge beca...

I am the worst granddaughter in the world.  Maybe.  Actually, you tell me. The last few days my aunt and uncle have been visiting.  One of the responsibilities that comes with living at home is giving up your room when people come to visit. I used to sleep and still technically have a room downstairs in the basement, where grandma currently resides.  But since she kind of wanders and gets up a lot at night, and often talks to things that aren't there, I am temporarily displaced upstairs. Which is fine for me.  The room upstairs is where aunt and uncle slept when they were visiting. Which meant I was back in my old domain, sharing walls with grandma.  I know, the typical life of a 26 year old.  We are so dramatic. I didn't realize how often or how early grandma gets up during the night until the last couple nights.  The first night I slept downstairs, I woke up to grandma yelling at 6:30am (ish): "Help! Help! I'm starving...

I would do the exact same thing if I had Asian quadruplets. ( source ) "My sons are identical...even to me" -their mother If that's not maternal love, I don't know what is.

(just so you know, there is a law and order marathon on right now. and i am watching it.  just like my poem suggested. truth) Last week I went down to Colorado Springs to see what all the hype was about. My grandparents lived down there for years, so it wasn't my first time in the Springs, but it was my first time in downtown CO Springs.  I had no idea there was so much down there; I was just used to going to the local Home Time Buffet or KFC. After going to lunch with an old man attorney named Jimbo, NW and I hit up the Garden of the Gods. It was pretty. Here are some pictures.  (do you see Mario and Luigi?  they were visiting from italia) (these two did a real good job at holding up balancing rock. kinda) It was a pretty (rock) solid day.

Some call it a thesis.  Some call it a dissertation. I call it a life-ruiner.  Or a time-consumer.  Or a problem child.  Or trouble. But whatever the name, it is finally finished. I wanted to dedicate an entire post to my dissertation being finished, because it took a long time.  And it deserves it. Thus I will express my thoughts on the dissertation via poem.   (because its saturday night and what else am i supposed to do? i don't have a dissertation to worry about anymore so i'm sure my poetry will flourish): Academic Writing Academic writing is finally over, The capital of Delaware is a city named Dover. Joe was a senator there, but that doesn't matter, This poem is about English and how immigrants chatter. In English not in their native tongue, Because they want to live in England where they might get the black lung. I wrote and I wrote and I wanted to cry, But my library friends helped me not actually die....