this morning i volunteered at an event on campus, the national science olympiad. junior and senior high students, coaches, and parents from all over the country converged on the university for this three-day competition. i was originally assigned to the disease detective event, then moved to microbe mission, and finally, became a roving room monitor to make sure noone damaged the new union. here's an idea: if you're worried about damage to the new union, don't hold an event with hundreds of junior and senior high school students. or let undergrads anywhere near it.
each school was assigned to a room or area of the hallway (the hallways were wide with chairs and couches) as their 'homeroom', a place where they could put their backpacks and models, have meetings, etc. my monitoring route consisted of the movie theatre, the hallways, the computer lab - where, by the way, kids were not facebooking or checking e-mail, they were reading about molecular structure and physics-y stuff - and four meeting rooms. in almost all the rooms, i had to ask groups to take down things they had taped to walls. when i went by the first classroom a second time, the paper they had had taped to the window was still there, just lower, on the sill. i went up to the coach, prepared to ask again, when he said angrily, 'it's just leaning! and it's weighted with a penny!' i told him that was a really creative solution, he must be a science guy. i wanted to tell him to relax, but i didn't.
the second room was the allergy room. nope, not kidding. this room was for the kids with allergies, who needed to be quarantined so they didn't come into contact with anything that could cause a reaction or so if they were on medication, they could be monitored closely. this was the only room that was allowed to bring in food, due to severe nut allergies.
nothing interesting about the third room except that they weren't supposed to use the table. really? why put people in a room with a table that they're not allowed to use?
same story with the fourth room except they were allowed to use the tables and this was the junior high room. they were very well-behaved and so tiny!
on one of my pass-throughs, an irritated coach asked if i was security. i pondered that for a second and then said, 'more or less'. he proceeded to complain about the number of schools that had been assigned to each room. 1) as if security could do something about that, and 2) as if he wanted me to create more rooms out of thin air. i listened and nodded and said i would pass on his message to...someone. ah, the life of a security/room monitor.
several kids were wearing shirts with this on them, which i thought was awesome.
after my shift was over, i gave back my t-shirt - i mean, really, what am i going to do with a bright blue t-shirt with print all over it? unless those sponsors are paying me to promote their brands, i aint wearin' it. then i went and got my nose re-pierced.
"stone throwing seems inappropriate, regardless of housing situation" - demetri martin
21 May 2011
16 May 2011
happy birthday kristin gallagher!
yesterday my friends and i celebrated the 26th anniversary of the birth of our friend kristin. a bar-b-que with yummy eats by greg; wine, beer with lemonade, and diet sierra mist (ok, i was the only one who drank that); cupcakes and leftover graduation cake; taboo - what a great party! i had a ton of fun hanging out with my friends - old and new - and kristin's fam (even though i called her sister by the wrong name).
is there anything in my teeth?
lauren wisk; mark, lauren's boyfriend; me; vijay limay; kristin gallagher; and greg, kristin's boyfriend (cooper?)
is there anything in my teeth?
lauren wisk; mark, lauren's boyfriend; me; vijay limay; kristin gallagher; and greg, kristin's boyfriend (cooper?)
15 May 2011
my other blog
i've started a second blog: adventures in thirty-something dating. you can find it at www.pennysotherblog.blogspot.com.
cheers!
cheers!
as promised
an accounting, with pictures, of my treasure sale haul:
one bicycle (with horn)
one vintage step stool
one handmade yarn artpiece, circa 1974
one large ceramic nut with a tiny squirrel on top
one stack of games and books for blake and ziva
three books (love in the time of cholera and two from the twighlight series)
one 4-cd set of classic piano medleys
one race-car shaped hard-shell suitcase for blake
one plastic backpack that unfolds into a shopping mall for ziva
one steno pad and one pack of laminating sheets for work
one uw badger clock as a welcome-to-wisconsin gift for my sister
one rain slicker that packs into a pouch (so i can return the one i've been borrowing for the past two years to my other sister)
one lightweight uw jacket
total cost: ~$100
being three hours late to work: totally worth it!





one bicycle (with horn)
one vintage step stool
one handmade yarn artpiece, circa 1974
one large ceramic nut with a tiny squirrel on top
one stack of games and books for blake and ziva
three books (love in the time of cholera and two from the twighlight series)
one 4-cd set of classic piano medleys
one race-car shaped hard-shell suitcase for blake
one plastic backpack that unfolds into a shopping mall for ziva
one steno pad and one pack of laminating sheets for work
one uw badger clock as a welcome-to-wisconsin gift for my sister
one rain slicker that packs into a pouch (so i can return the one i've been borrowing for the past two years to my other sister)
one lightweight uw jacket
total cost: ~$100
being three hours late to work: totally worth it!
13 May 2011
ode to yard saling
jack.pot: noun. a neighborhood full of yard sales in the midwest. example: 'this morning on my way to work, i hit the jackpot'.
yard.saling: verb. the joyous act of going through other peoples' junk in search of treasures.
oh the beauteous wonders of midwest yard sales. i left for work at 7:45 this morning and got to work three hours later. that's right, three. hours. pictures to follow of the fabulous treasures i found, but for now, a poem i wrote in honor of yard sales:
ode to yard saling
a lamp, a pillow, a pile of clothes,
a toaster, a pitcher, a plastic rose,
an old battered chair, a vintage vase,
a set of pots and doilies of lace
the driveway is covered with items used,
for buyers to pick through, bargain, and muse,
‘how much for this? how much for that?’
‘i’ll take this salt shaker and this greenbay hat’
like postal workers, weather does not deter,
these treasure hunters sellers hope to lure,
with records and knick knacks and tools and art,
toys, games, and books, they take by the cart
oh, the planning and pricing and posting of signs,
the ash trays and lampshades and ceramic felines,
the camping equipment, cappuccino machines,
the memories, the history, the plastic latrines
the treasures one finds at midwest yard sales,
it boggles the mind, amazement never fails,
a rotary phone, a cycle for one,
yard saling’s a bucket of never-ending fun!
yard.saling: verb. the joyous act of going through other peoples' junk in search of treasures.
oh the beauteous wonders of midwest yard sales. i left for work at 7:45 this morning and got to work three hours later. that's right, three. hours. pictures to follow of the fabulous treasures i found, but for now, a poem i wrote in honor of yard sales:
ode to yard saling
a lamp, a pillow, a pile of clothes,
a toaster, a pitcher, a plastic rose,
an old battered chair, a vintage vase,
a set of pots and doilies of lace
the driveway is covered with items used,
for buyers to pick through, bargain, and muse,
‘how much for this? how much for that?’
‘i’ll take this salt shaker and this greenbay hat’
like postal workers, weather does not deter,
these treasure hunters sellers hope to lure,
with records and knick knacks and tools and art,
toys, games, and books, they take by the cart
oh, the planning and pricing and posting of signs,
the ash trays and lampshades and ceramic felines,
the camping equipment, cappuccino machines,
the memories, the history, the plastic latrines
the treasures one finds at midwest yard sales,
it boggles the mind, amazement never fails,
a rotary phone, a cycle for one,
yard saling’s a bucket of never-ending fun!
08 May 2011
weekend update
the middleton police department left a birthday present on my windshield in the form of a parking ticket for expired registration a few weeks ago. i went to the dmv that day and took care of the problem but in order to fight the ticket, i had to go to court last week. i had to stand when the just walked in, stand in front of a podium in the front of the room, state my case to the judge, and show my updated registration. it was all quite intimidating. i had to make a plea (i pled 'no contest'), the judge found me guilty (she had told me in advance that she would, no matter what i pled), and then she reduced the fee to $10. all in all, not bad for 15 minutes of my time. my biggest beef is that the dmv never sent me a reminder that my registration was going to expire. yeah, yeah, it's my responsibility to remember, but like that's ever going to happen. and yes they have my correct address, i checked.
friday i got a massage to celebrate the end of the semester and the loss of twenty pounds. it was a beautiful, wonderful thing and i remembered how much i loved massages. the massage therapist suggested i get a heating pad for my shoulders since that's obviously where i carry a lot of my tension. i went to bed bath and beyond and bought what is my new favorite thing in the whole wide world. if i could marry it, i would. you heat it in the microwave for a minute and a half and then wear it like a shawl. hea-ven.
yesterday i bought a pair of jeans from a store that sells pants in three lengths: short, regular, and tall. the 'short' length is two inches too long. cest la vie.
this morning i woke up with a sore throat, headache, and stuffy nose. this is a result of kissing my irresistible niece and nephew. i knew they were sick but they're just so darn cute, i couldn't help myself. i can't have juice because of my diet so i dropped some airborne into a citrus soda; it wasn't terrible. rally, my crazy, diet coke-drinking cat, kept trying to drink it and i kept pulling her away so we finally had it out. she won. she didn't get any of the soda, but i ended up with scratches. dummkopf kitty.
and with that, i'll end this post and go to target for tissues and then back to bed. adieu.

yesterday i bought a pair of jeans from a store that sells pants in three lengths: short, regular, and tall. the 'short' length is two inches too long. cest la vie.
this morning i woke up with a sore throat, headache, and stuffy nose. this is a result of kissing my irresistible niece and nephew. i knew they were sick but they're just so darn cute, i couldn't help myself. i can't have juice because of my diet so i dropped some airborne into a citrus soda; it wasn't terrible. rally, my crazy, diet coke-drinking cat, kept trying to drink it and i kept pulling her away so we finally had it out. she won. she didn't get any of the soda, but i ended up with scratches. dummkopf kitty.
and with that, i'll end this post and go to target for tissues and then back to bed. adieu.
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