liza bean
Well, I rolled back into town this evening and went skipping away to a meeting. Now I am home -but not after making a very quick stop at good ol' SPSHS building in order to pick up my graded project that kept me so long in the aforementioned building that I never wanted to see those creepy orange walls again. Well, the comments on that peice of work were brief which was actually a sigh of relief. Phew. My professor warned us that this project would determine the fate of our borderline grades. Talk about pressure! Apparently, I just didn't cut it. Oh well, what I did manage to do was nail an A in my swallowing class! Yahooooo, way to go Liza, wippeeee...but please, do NOT come to me with any swallowing difficulties - it will be our little secret that -gasp- I nearly labeled the trachea as the esophagus during the "pop quiz" diagram section. Thank goodness for that good ol' Adam's apple, it earned me an extra point and SAVED me from some major embarrassment. I can just hear the professor now, "How in the world do you guys expect to go treat patients if you don't even know where the trachea is located??" Well, honestly, even with my little A, I don't wanna work in a hospital. Again, I repeat, do NOT come to me with any swallowing difficulties. I might accidently mistake your vocal folds (aka. vocal cords) for some kind of spongy, mucous growth blocking your ear canal. Hehehe, take that Speech and Hearing Department. You've created a monster, mwhahaha (to be read all devilish like the way Nathan Davis says it).
Among other news, I have returned from a very nice trip up north in the sweet little suburban town of Batavia. Okay, Batavia's not really sweet, it's suburbia. A place where a lady actually got annoyed at me when I tried to hold a door open for her and her baby. Whoops. But that's not the point, my home -aaah yes, where the heart is- is sweet. (As long as you ignore the fat chocolate lab that barks when she has an itch, and the stench of the bloated schoodle who is so old that he now falls asleep in his own pee. I know it's gross but don't you dare say anything mean 'cause I love him, and I'm very loyal to my pets- only family members can complain!) Anyway, back to the sweetness! We went to see my little brother Matthew's 4th grade musical and OH MY GOODNESS was he adorable. He had to sing a song as part of the a Greek chorus, and he needed to sing while pouting and putting on a "this is so annoying" face. By far, he had the best facial expressions, but to be fair -and to prove I am not completely just biased - some other kids had some really smooth dance moves. I cried, my stomach hurt --oh the laughter was good.
The purpose of my visit was actually to fix up the house for my dad. Brent, Husayn, and I all worked together painting the porch. Ever since the year I spent painting window after window at Green Acre I've hated painting. It's so hard for these "not the artist" hands to have to hold a paint brush ever so precisely. Why tape was never option, I'll never know! Huh, why didn't my supervisor let us use tape? Anyone? Hummph. Anyway, by the middle of our porch project I actually began to enjoy myself and gained a little confidence. So much so that I managed to paint our side steps all by myself. Bravo! Can't say I was a good sport, however; I did manage several attempts at self-deprication: "Brent! {whimper, whimper} I'm so bad at this, could you PLEASE {with a pouty face} finish this for me??" Well, he wasn't having it: "Liza, the steps look great! You're doing fine, you don't need me to finish it!" At which I grumbled to myself "darn it, why do you have to be so darn supportive!" But I finished, and except where the cat decided to take a climb up the stairs, I have to say -it looked pretty darn good. Why does paint look so crappy wet anyway? Tricky little substance.
Whoa! It's gotten late. Well, later gators!
And a shout-out to Georgia -who I don't believe has quite gotten to the point where she's reading blogs but I'm sure her mom or dad will relay the message- You feel better sweetie pie! The weather's warm and it would be fun to go swimming or spray each other with the hose -have you discovered the fun of being sprayed by the hose? You feel better and I'll show you :) Or we could just fly a kite...you know, whatever you fancy.
Posted by liza at May 21, 2004 12:59 AMEric used to say that it took just as much time to tape as it did to paint things. It makes sense if you're actually good at it, which neither of us ever was :)
BTW, soon I have to go back there to do some stuff for work. Weird, eh?
ps, We should restart our discussion of getting together some time. I am totally willing to drive to U of I for you....and Brent, too, I guess.
Posted by: Sarah at May 21, 2004 09:19 PMas for matt's performance, tears were rolling down my face i was laughing so hard...oh wait that's right you were there. sleepy time. oh and next time brent tries to pull that whole "supportive" stuff just respond by starting off saying "listen fatface.."
Posted by: anya at May 21, 2004 10:53 PMIn a throwback to painting at Green Acre of my own this past week, I found my self with a small razor blade scraping seemingly endless window panes clear of paint that missed its target.
I remember doing that a few times that summer, following up the fabulous painting crew.
;-)
Oh cleaning windows! don't even get me started on that endless fiasco... Sarah-babe, Husayn found an old mix cd that he had made and it had several songs that I used to play over and over during our long hours razor-blading windows and cleaning toilets and tubs. It was funny because we were in the car driving and all these memories of Green Acre came pouring back and it was really neat to realize that it was the songs that brought it all back to me! Do you remember the turkey sandwiches we used to make with those coveted bagels? I'm craving 'em. Oh, and I'll have to sit down and figure out all the times I'm going to be up north in the next month so that we could meet up!! Yippee :)
Posted by: Liza at May 22, 2004 05:40 PM