Break

It's Spring Break!  Well, it's almost over.  Today's the last day.  Most of the week has been great, spent like this:

 

Today, hopefully, will be no different.

 

Nana is SO funny!

Summer of '84

In the summer of 1984 my Dad graduated from dental school and the family moved from Jackson, MS to Buffalo.


The Summer Olympics were held in Los Angeles


Svetlana Savitskaya became the first woman to walk in space.


Vanessa Williams became the first African American to be crowned Miss America, and was de-crowned when nude pictures of her showed up in "Penthouse."


The Space Shuttle Discover took off for its maiden voyage.

And my brothers only had one shirt between them:

In one year

On year ago I was in the middle of a posting craze...2 posts in one day!
One was ago Miles and Julia and the other was about ordering chinese food. In the past year Miles was born, Julia says a lot more now, and I still order chinese food from the same place. But I go get it now. They take too long to deliver.

In a year I'll have been accepted to UB (hopefully) and finishing my last undergrad class (again...) And, of course, I'll be finishing up my last post for BufBloPoFlo '09.

You Probably Won't Like These Shows

Aw, Mary prayed for me and now I'm far far away from my chem exam. Well, far enough away. The professors told us that this is exam was the hardest one I'll take in the 2 semesters of general chemistry, including the final exam in May that's some national thing and cumulative of both semesters. It really did suck. And now I am so tired, and I just want to take a nap, but whenever I close my eyes all I see is OH- and H+ and they're haunting me!

Anyway, TV I can't wait to see (in alphabetical order, according to what channel they're on because I'm just going down the list on each station website to try and remember what I was doing six months ago before the writer's strike forced me to start watching stuff like...well, like reruns of these:)

Chuck - Chuck (the character) reminds me of Mike. This seems like a show he would would write about how he would want his life, minus, of course, the chance of being forced to leave forever.

ER - It's nowhere near as good as when George Clooney was on it, but, it's a good show to watch while I'm falling to sleep on Thursday nights. It may, however, get bumped by Eli Stone.

Heroes - Last season kinda sucked, but I have faith, because the first season was so good.

Law and Order: SVU - Ok, I like all of them, but this is my favorite. And I've seen all of the reruns. It's time for new ones

Lipstick Jungle - I keep watching thinking it'll get really good...we'll see.

Eli Stone - I LOVE this show. I watched the first one because I like the George Michael song that was in it, and now I'm hooked.

Grey's Anatomy - no explanation needed.

Notes from the Underbelly - I don't think new ones are going to be mad. So sad.

Womens Murder Club - Based on the books by James Patterson. I've been reading the books as soon as they come out forever. The show, eh, not great, but I'm easily amused.

CSI - Miami and Vegas, not NY.

Without A Trace - I like to DVR this, and then watch it later while I'm napping. It's a good napping show, because you can normally figure it out right away, sleep for an hour, then wake up and see if you were right!

Talk to you later.

I don't think there's much people don't know about me, but this is a good topic. I'll have to update on it sometime. But not right now, because I'm in the library studing for chem. My exam is tomorrow. Pray for me.

Interview

1. What is your favorite word? What is your least favorite word?

Hm...this is tough.

My favorite word changes by the minute. Really, anything that's coming out of my mouth is my favorite word. I like to hear myself talk :) Currently I enjoy the words "class is canceled."

My least favorite words....well, there are a few, but I don't want to type them. They make me mad and feel sick.



2. What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? What turns you off?

A clean room turns me on creatively. A clean kitchen (with full cabinets, cupboards, and refridgerator) makes me want to bake. A clean office makes me want to study (or blog...)

Dirty rooms don't necessarily turn me off creatively. Broken crayons do.


3. What sound or noise do you love? What sound or noise do you hate?

I love the sound of my phone ringing (because someone I love is calling me, not the BAC or someone I don't want to talk to), my nieces and nephew excited to see me, crickets at night in the summer, and the HSBC arena if it's packed and the Sabres are winning.

For hate? I hate the sound that wet shoes make when they squeek. Especially in a quiet hallway when you're about to walk into a packed classroom, the sound of the hygenist scraping my teeth, and my alarm clock since I somehow changed the station and now it just blares static into my ear very early in the morning.



4. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? What profession would you not like to do?

I am attempting to be a dentist, does that count? Another profession I think I would like someday is a restaurant reviewer. Wouldn't that be fun?

A profession I definitely do not want? I do not want to work at the DMV or as a professor. They seem miserable. Or Chuck E. Cheese. I wouldn't want that place to lose it's magic.



5. What is your favorite curse word?

Fuck fuckity fuck fuck.



6. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
Wow, that was impressive.

My fish is dying. He's a chocolate albino sucker fish or something, and we've only had him for 2 weeks or so. He's never been very good at keeping the tank clean (or maybe the goldfish are just too much for him,) but it's still sad. He's flopping around the bottom of the tank and the goldfish are attacking him.

Well, Jon and Kate Plus 8 is on. I'm gonna go watch that instead of the dying fish. And then maybe study for my chem exam...

Why I live in Buffalo, and Love It*

*in no particular order

Music for Mike

Mike,

The music I like most are the cds you make for me. Remember when you made those? Yeah, they're awesome. I don't think you'd really like the rest of the music I listen to (although, at least it's not Spice Girls.) I would use my iPod to make a playlist for you, but it was stolen. So, instead, I'll tell you this: use Pandora and make yourself a nice station. And then tell me about the music, because I always like the music you listen to.

Oh, but I did hear this recently and it made me think of you. Amy thinks you'll like it too.

wallet

Hm...what's in my wallet that's not in yours? Well, my license, my credit card, my CPR card, my library card...Cecilina Garbey's wegmans card (I have no idea who she is, but they sent the card to mom and dad's house, and it was closest to my name.) Nothing exciting. In my old wallet I found pictures taken at Frizzys in their photo booth, a little Einstein sticker (no, not Little Einsteins, a sticker of Albert Einstein that is small...) that Esther gave me before I took my summer school math exam, my U of T ID, my FCI ID, and my UB ID.

What's been in there the longest never having been used? The sticker. I considered once putting it somewhere. I don't remember where - maybe somewhere in Ethyl? But I do remember that I decided I'd rather save it. It makes me smile when I see it.

Stat Counter

Just a quick update because I'm in the chemistry library at school and should be studying for my chemistry exam next week. Instead, I was playing with Stat counter. Mike helped me set up and account and now I can see where all of you come to The Middle Child from! Apparently, only 4 or so "random" people found my blog through google yesterday, but one of them kinda fit in with the day's post. The seach was "child's broken toe." And then they spent over and hour on my blog. Now, I don't have kids, but I was there when Amy broke her toe. From what I remember of the time, the last thing I had time to do was spend an hour playing on line.

I don't have a picture to go alone with this page of the instruction manual, but, use your imagination, ok?

Instructions:
BABY BROKEN TOE
Yes:
Ice it, call the doctor, give them tylenol, maybe a beer to calm them down.
No:
Don't spend an hour online reading my blog! No matter how funny it may be! Your kid has a broken toe!

Oh, and, yes, I have to agree with some people that the nose picking one probably isn't really a bad thing. I mean, babies can't pick their own noses, you have to do it for them, right?

And, Scott, I don't see what wrong with containing a kid like that...I mean, the picture does show that the crate has a water bottle and a place for a food bowl...

Instruction Book to Parenting

Mike's subject for the day is to "teach society something." Well, I had a whole blog planned on how to drive, and then when Canisius didn't cancel classes this morning I thought up another one about why school should close when my car is covered with ice, but then I found this, and I think it's important that people know how to take care of their babies. So, here it is...

obligatory post.

So, even though the topic for the day is who would play me in a movie, I can't decide and need more time to think about that.

Instead I'm going to go to bed. This post totally counts towards BufBloPoFo, but since it's lame maybe I'll post twice tomorrow.

Good Things

Good things about today:

• I remembered shampoo before conditioner (which means I showered this morning!)
• it was beautiful all day, and I got to sit next to a window while I studied
• Amy did laundry yesterday so I got to wear my favorite sabres sweatshirt
• the season premier of Little People Big World is on! So I have to go watch it. I hope your day was great too!

Best Present

I didn't follow Mike's suggestion of writing about the beginnings of my blog yesterday, mostly because I don't know why I started a blog. I know I started it sometime after I moved back from NYC and before I moved out of Mom and Dad's house, but that's about all I remember, and to write anything else I'd have to go read my archives, which seems like a lot of work.

Ok, I read my archives, and they are completely useless...I have no idea why I started a blog.

Anyway, I can tell you about the best present I ever got. Actually, it was more like the best Christmas ever. It was the Christmas of 1996 (I think.) I was a freshman in high school and slightly obsessed with the Sabres, more particularly Dominik Hasek.

Dec. 23rd Dad, Esther, Mary and I went to see the Sabres play the Bruins at the Aud. Esther and Mary were sitting together across the ice from me and Dad, so we walked separate ways and as Dad and I were walking to our seats I mentioned how much I wanted a Hasek jersey (I'm nothing if not subtle.) Dad told me that he couldn't get me one right then, but maybe after Christmas once they pay off all of the presents they had gotten us he'd look into it.

I really thought I was getting a jersey. It was all I wanted that year. I was a little disappointed, to say the least. I even remember telling Esther later that I wasn't getting a jersey. She said she knew what I was getting and it wasn't a jersey, but it was pretty cool.

Christmas morning (after finding Rae, another great present) we all went to our piles of presents. After everyone got to theirs, I walked to the one that was left. There was a hockey stick leaning up against it, so I thought maybe it was supposed to be Louis' pile. I mean, I didn't play hockey. But it was a goalie stick. And he didn't play goalie. I picked it up and it was greasy, obviously used. I was so confused...why would I get a used goalie stick for Christmas? I looked up, still totally confused, and then it hit me...it was a game used Hasek stick! I didn't even want to open the rest of my presents. But I did. I got the book A Day in the Life of the NHL, a signed Hasek lithograph, some other stuff I don't remember (stuff that was not Hasek related...and probably underwear), and then, at the bottom of my pile, was my signed Hasek jersey.


***DISCLAIMER*** Mike -- Although this was MY best Christmas, I don't think Lisa wants a Hasek jersey or stick for her birthday.

Day 1

HAPPY BufBloPoFo! I'm assuming you all know what's going on, since all 4 of you who read my blog are also participating, or at least also read Mike's blog.

Anyway, I have a funny story. Yesterday Amy and I went to Blockbuster. It was after work on a Friday so there were quite a few people in there looking at the movies, and about 5 people working behind the counter. We picked out our movies and were standing in line behind a couple with their little boy. He was probably about 4 or 5. He was jumping around, hopping on one foot, picking up all of the popcorn packages and candy and everything that was surrounding us standing in line. You know, like little kids do. Then they walked around the curve in the line and he hopped over to the movies for sale and started picked each one up and moving it to a new spot. He wasn't bothering anyone so his parents were just letting him do his thing. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him pick up a movie and study the cover for a few seconds before he turned around and yelled, loud enough for the whole store to hear, "MOM! I READ THIS ONE! IT SAYS JACKASS! IT SAYS JACKASS MOM! I CAN READ IT!" The mom laughed out loud (as did the rest of the store) and told the kid not to say that word, and read something else.