What I Should Have Given Up For Lent

The snooze button. Seriously, it has gotten out of control.

I used to get up no problem when my alarm went off. That was when I was a “morning person;” and then I got pregnant.

I have mixed bag of emotions for the innovator of snooze button. On one hand I feel such deep-seated gratitude and appreciation to him (or maybe- more likely- to HER, if she was a working mom trying to squeeze in just a few more minutes of sleep) for allowing me, for inviting me, to take just nine more minutes to myself, to rest and get refreshed. On the other hand, the ease and fluidity at which I can rap that marvelous little button is truly a curse more often than not.

Surly there’s got to be an alarm clock out there with a snooze limit, since I didn’t give it up for Lent.

Fascinating and Disturbing

It was early on in Kendal’s infancy, during one of her pre-bedtime screaming sessions, that a thought emerged in spite of my sleepless stupor and bout of temporary insanity.

It was then, as I softly and sweetly sang to her,“Rock a bye, Baby, on the tree top. When the wind blows the cradle will rock. When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, and down will come baby cradle and all.” that I realized what an unfortunate, unpleasant song it really was.

I started thinking about other lullabies and nursery rhymes, these same lyrics that have been spoken and sung by mothers for centuries, and concluded that many of them are actually quite terrible.

Consider the fates of Humpty Dumpty, the Three Blind Mice, and Jack and Jill.

Of course, I had to share this enigma with others to see if they too had ever questioned why we sing of such sinister things to our young children?

It turns out the origins of many nursery rhymes have some historical meaning to them. Some parody royalty and politicians of the day, and others are about events, like the bubonic plague. I’ll give credit for creativity, but a nursery rhyme? It’s a little morbid to me.

A co-worker forwarded this site to me this morning. Check out some of your favorites and see what their origins are.

This Is What Alumni Tournament Weekend Is All About

Caption: “BLUE 42….BLUE 42”

Well, there was a couple of volleyball games involved as well.

Needless to say, I had a pretty good time. My ferocious headache (a combination of a night’s worth of shots and beer, exacerbated by the fact that I insisted on simulating what it must feel like to get hit head-on in football by ramming my helmeted head into the elevator door) and my overall worthlessness yesterday were a pretty solid confirmation that life is not what it once was, and I will suffer the consequences of my harebrained, alcohol-induced decisions.

Ah, but it was good times!

Spring Fever

Today’s 75 degree temperatures have me feeling quite sprightly and frisky! This is the bright, warm, inviting light at the end of the cold, dreary, Winter tunnel that every SAD sufferer sprints toward with reckless abandon.

It is really rather alarming this manic shift in mood, all due to the mercury rising.

What it does not do, however, is entice me to stay motivated and on task here at work.

Did Fashion Really Have to Bring This Back?

Unfortunately, the parachute pants (or “Hammer” pants as they were more commonly known) of the 90’s have been reinvented.

Introducing the Harem Pant, as seen on numerous Spring 2009 runways.

I am a self-proclaimed Fashionista, or at least as much as a Mid-Westerner can be one, but you will not see me rockin’ this syle again – mark my words!