Correction

I need to make a correction to yesterday's post pointed out by Becky. I mentioned how Sean and Meg are always on their way to Chuckie Cheese when they play in Grampy's old cars and, apparently, I made a spelling error. The hairy mascot's name of the previously mentioned italian eatery is not Chuckie Cheese, but Chuck E Cheese. And Becky says they don't go there all the time. Harumph.

Here's to You, Jackie Brennan!

I drove downtown Saturday to begin the celebration of Jackie's 24th year on this earth and picked up Annie to drive over to Jackie and Romer's apartment. Upon our arrival, we were greeted with 3 delicious Palermo's pizza pies that we quickly made short work of, I being the consumer of at least 4 pieces...YUM! After eating, we began to get ready as people started to trickle in including 2 surprise guests, some of Jackie's work friends, her brother Johnny, and my sister Angala.


We left Jackie and Romer's for our first destination, The Yard. There, we ran into a group of people on a golf themed bar crawl which was weird because our crawl was supposed to be the same thing, however, you did not have to dress up in golf attire. After The Yard we went to Moe's Cantina, one of my favorites, danced for a bit, and met Captain Morgan. I think the Captain had a little Captain in himself if you know what I mean.


The night ended at The Cubby Bear where one of Jackie's favorite cover bands, Wedding Banned, were playing. They were great! Jackie's boyfriend, Dustin, also joined us later in the night which was exciting for me because I haven't seen him in a long time! Welcome to Chicago Dustin!




Sunday morning, I came home and did what I do best, went to the library. I had to get a few hours of work done before The Healy's and the Gazerson's came over for dinner. Having everyone over was awesome and filled with jokes and laughing courtesy of Sean and Megan. It never fails that Sean and Meg run outside to Grampy's cars and jump in, Chuckie Cheese or bust. They are always driving to Chuckie Cheese, I wonder why they don't ever go anywhere else? It's pretty awesome that the babes get to play in old cars when they come over to Grampy and Ga-go's house. Awesome and possibly dangerous as evidenced by this picture:

Megan in the car with a live wire sticking out of the steering wheel...that's safe, right?




Don't worry, they are never left alone in the rusty car but they will sit in there for a long time and they don't seem to mind the smell. I'm off to the library for my Monday morning of feeling nervous that I didn't do enough work this week! Ciao!

Cram it Ma'am

I try and change things up in terms of places that I like to study and today I have chosen the Crete Public Library to grow my roots for the next 6 hours. I have a ton of dense reading to do on topics such as the gross anatomy of the central nervous system and dysarthrias and aphasias. While I am just beginning my leap into graduate school-dom, I need to concentrate on this material because it is difficult to grasp.

That being said, I can't accomplish any of the work I want to do when there is a lady at the information desk yapping her yapper about some damn romance novel she wants to check out! She is using her outside voice in an environment notoriously known for requiring an inside or less voice. It takes all of my energy not to get up, walk around the corner, and shoot her some sort of look making it known that I am annoyed at her voice and topic of conversation, and I am trying to concentrate on my reading. You know what look that is. Eyebrows raised, head pushed forward a bit. We've all done it. And a cell phone just went off.

I bet you can all guess what really grinds my gears: not quiet libraries. What happened to the days of sitting in a library and not worrying about some librarian talking to patrons about horror movies? That's happening right now! It doesn't help that my distractability level is off the charts and I'd rather be doing anything than reading about the calcarine sulcus and lingual gyrus. I need to be locked in a soundproof room with no windows to get work done.

I shot Cindi Lu a text today from the Crete Library referring to the noise level here. From her desk at the Steger-South Chicago Heights library she replied, "There are no more quiet libraries!" She really hit the preverbial nail on the head with that response. Take a bow, Cindi, you deserve it. The librarians are now saying "bye" at the top of thier lungs to people that are leaving and talking about their days. I might just leave. No, instead I will eat my lunch right where I sit! I'm being wildly inappropriate and terrible.

Go School!

As many of you may know, I made the mistake of not attending the first week of graduate school, which began two weeks ago. Following American tradition, I assumed classes started after orientation which was two weeks ago as well. Not the case. After a small meltdown and regroup, I realized that I hadn't missed much the first week and I aced a quiz that I had today in Neuroscience. Take that, academic calendar for 2008-2009!

Moving on, I've found that my observations of people and things in and around the classroom have followed me from Indiana University to Governors State, and will most likely stay with me for the rest of my life. I thought that seeking out an even higher education would squelch my habit of not paying attention in class and instead focusing on the people that are in my class and what they are doing. I have prepared a short list of my findings coupled with (cross your fingers!) pictures courtesy of google image.

I call this one, "Stuff That Happens That I Pay Too Much Attention To, Part One".

1. The "Smoker's Pole"

I am greeted by this little guy on my way into class everyday, and I reply with a chortle that hopefully goes unnoticed by my peers. This joke writes itself, need I say more?

2. Class full o' moms

I have nothing against "adult learners" and their love of letting the class know that they are present and have little to no comprehension of modern technology. You go girl! My question to them is, must you nod your head at everything the teacher is saying? I have to give credit to my brother, Dan, on that observation because while in class I texted him about my surroundings and he threw the head nodding response back at me. It's totally true. Maybe that's why I don't understand some of the new material in class! Because I don't nod my head! Now, instead of listening to my lecturer, I am looking at the row of moms nodding their heads in synchronicity. King of Pain, anyone?

If you need to contact me, I have locked myself in the Flossmoor library's study room and I'm not coming out until I have written my rough draft for class on Tuesday. I only get an hour in here so hopefully Johnny Library doesn't show up in the next 45 minutes trying to get in. I just noticed on the wall adjacent from me there is a sign written by a library lady that says "Please leave lights turned "on""...unecessary quotation? I think so! I will leave you with a picture of me and my dear friend, Matthew S. Hilton, in times of yore yesteryear.

Gimmie a Minute

I'm not a "one blog wonder"...give me a minute, dang! I am trying to figure out what direction I want this blog to go and it's taking time. I'll leave you with this picture. Put it in your pipe and smoke it, naysayers

Cue the Laugh Track...

Goodmorning and Welcome! I have finally jumped on the blog bandwagon with Becky holding the reins and Dan and Hilton in the stagecoach with me. I must admit, I was paralyzed with fear at the title and subject of my first posting, but I guess the first one should be the simplest. For those of you that don't know me, shame on you. For those of you that do, keep in mind that, although I do have valid and hilarious thoughts on a daily basis, I am merely a blogging apprentice. From the start, I am nervous about my comma usage. I guess most of the time. Pobody's Nerfect. I wanted to have this video as my breakout performance to really get your attention but I can't figure out how to save it and then post it. MOVE! Someone tell me how to put a video from youtube on this thing. It won't even matter by tomorrow.