An accurate representation of how I’ve felt about work/school/life in general these past couple of weeks. 

An accurate representation of how I’ve felt about work/school/life in general these past couple of weeks. 

I mean, these are cute and all, but when I moved to Boston and was living in Dorchester and taking the train home super late from one of my many jobs, my mom gave me a stun gun. I carried it in my coat pocket with the strap around my wrist, that way if I got knocked down I wouldn’t lose it.

COME AT ME.

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There are two types of 30 somethings that you will meet in your life. Those who have seen The Goonies and those who have not.

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Pulled an A-, kept my 4.0.

  • I’m alive!
  • We went to Ohio
  • It took us 15 hours to get there and 16 to get back. With two kids and one dog.
  • Ha. Ha ha. Ha.
  • But Ian can now sing “gooooooo!” (Elsa style) on command because we watched Frozen so many times.
  • We spent time with my family. My nephews! Yay!
  • We took the boys to a water park and it completely blew Ian’s mind and he loved it and tried to drown himself about 10 times.
  • Then two days later all four kids got the pukes and diarrhea and there was like some big outbreak because the pool water wasn’t cleaned correctly. So, that was cool. 
  • We then wrangled two kids through family pictures in 90+ degree heat and I thought they would be awful but I got them back and want to buy all of them. They’re amazing.
  • One of my very best friends got married.
  • On the hottest day of the year.
  • And for the three days before that I was on a ladder in a barn stringing lights and tulle and decorating tables and I fully realized why people hire wedding planners.
  • But I drank a bottle of champagne in a church pew after the ceremony and didn’t get struck by lightening so A+.
  • Jesus did drink wine you know
  • And then after the reception (where Jon pulled a hamstring from all his dancing. Seriously.) we slept for five hours and got up and drove 16 hours home
  • We crossed the state line at midnight and both kids were crying and I was like “WE WILL NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER DO THIS AGAAINNNNN EEEEVVVVEEEERRRRR”.
  • And then that very next day I had my final presentation for my first summer session class and I’m pretty sure I got my first B since being in grad school and completely fucked my 4.0 GPA and I can’t even think about it because it literally makes me cry.
  • On Tuesday I came back to work to over 800 unread emails.
  • And I still hate everyone most people.
  • But vacation. Yay!

I have reached the pissed off point of no return. So I will be starting my vacation now. Instead of tomorrow.

Good-bye work until July 1st.

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saidandseen:

It launched! A bunch of different people put in a bunch of time into this project. As a producer I got to work with people from all over Ohio University, Interactive, design, multimedia who were all awesome. I particularly want to shout out to my management team for all the late nights. I don’t miss them.

check it out.

http://ouwaterproject.org/

The motherland, doing big things.

I love everything about this.

That power plant in the picture? My dad worked at that one, or one similar to it, for his entire life. A boilermaker from the time he was a teenager, until he retired.

I read through these stories and look through these pictures, and it reminds me that this area of Appalachia is such a unique place.

It’s awesome to see the efforts being made to draw attention to the needs of this area.

Rock on, OU!

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All Hail the Queen. 

All Hail the Queen. 

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Tags: dolly

umcanyounot:

population-e:

this is not an onion article. 

let me repeat that. 

THIS IS NOT AN ONION ARTICLE. 

can someone please tell me why this is acceptable? why we haven’t, and aren’t, doing more to stop the violence on our streets and in our schools? why complacency and bullet proof fucking blankets for our children is the answer? 

It’s more of a sign that we’ve become so desensitized. We expect school shootings to happen. After Sandy Hook, hearing about shootings and their fatalities is now a matter of measuring it against the grisly murder of twenty 6-year-olds and their teachers. “At least this one wasn’t as bad as Newtown.”

That shouldn’t be our standard. We shouldn’t be used to it.

When our energy and creativity is being channeled in a way to create bulletproof nap mats for tiny children in their elementary school classrooms because it’s a product every child could use, it’s a sign that we’ve given up.

I have serious SERIOUS reservations about sending Bronson to Kindergarten next year. If his school were to provide us with bulletproof nap mats I wouldn’t feel safer. I would probably have the opposite reaction, which would be to pull him out of school entirely.

"When I’m a grown up I’m going to go inside the brown store. The one with the yellow flowers outside."

-Bronson, this morning on the way to daycare.

It took me a really long time to realize he was talking about the liquor store. It always sends him in to a fit of rage that he isn’t allowed to go inside. His most recent meltdown occurred this past Friday. He’s obviously still angry about it.

A++++ parenting.