Innocently waiting for the peapod delivery man...
Showtunes last night was predictably excellent. It was good to have Owen and Ann join the usual crowd. I was also incredibly amused when Brooke (not how he spells it, but I can never get it right) "introduced" me to Elizabeth. She laughed and said "oh we go way back". Damn straight. I've only known her for 6 years, but I would argue that in those 6 years we've covered A LOT of territory.
Unfortunately Bill wasn't there so we had to pay for the birthday shots for Eric, who claims he might be leaving the world of corporate sell-outs soon. and working for a university... Ah, we all come home in the end.

I ran into Sarah W last night as she was leaving the Cubs game. Which isn't notable since we are essentially neighbors. But is notable since she saw me going to the Cubs game on Saturday and because last night she realized she had my house keys. yes, it's true. She cat sat almost a year ago and she still had my keys. I had totally forgotten.

I still haven't cleaned my apartment for my sister's critical eye. I think I need to wait until about 2 hours before I pick her up for maximum cleanliness retention. I'm way too messy to be an adult.

I can't believe the kids come back so soon. Yes, it's way later than every other University on the planet, but it's always too damn soon. I'm excited for a new group, and I do love most aspects of my job, but god I have to learn a lot of names...and then half of them won't come back in the winter.

Yesterday I walked past a family with an unruly adolescent. Actually, I have no idea if she was really unruly, but clearly she thought her parents had been put on this earth for the sole purpose of humiliating her. And she let that be known.

I am so glad I never have to be 13 again. Or 14-17. How does anyone who knew me between 1992 and 1996 even think of talking to me now? You all should have run away long ago!

I need a haircut. For the first time since I was about 8 my hair reaches the small of my back when I lean back. which means I can reach and touch it from below without stretching either my arm or my head. Which is weird.
I think you can tell where people know me from by the haircut they think I should have:
Winsor (7th-9th): Curly! shoulder length very Curly! almost fro-like
Hkiss: a succession of bad short cuts. Always less than shoulder-length
1st year UC: what one "friend" has described as "Heidi's mullet year!" Red highlights.
2-4th: growing out years of bad haircuts. Constantly in that in-between phase. Oh, and Bright Red. Sometimes Orange or Purple. Never plain ole' brown.
post-college: pony-tail. Except when it's piled on top of my head in a messy bun. Funny since I spent all of my athletic career avoiding putting my hair up because I thought I looked awful with a pony tail...

OKay, even if you aren't a Red Sox fan, you HAVE to watch the video of Kevin Millar linked on the Globe Red Sox page . It's funny even if you don't know him as a baseball player. I promise.

There are not one but twoBurlesque Benefits this week! Or so Gapers Block tells me.

Do you ever get the feeling that some people don't understand art?

The Pentagon can't even get playing Taps on a bugle easily.


Enough. The peapod man isn't here (he still has 40 minutes in his time slot), but I'm out of things to say.
- posted by Heidi @ 8:19 AM