Hooray for Vacation!

Jeremy and I are enjoying our visit to Indianapolis. It is wonderful to spend time with family and see friends. After a long semester it is nice to recharge the batteries and remember that there are people who love us (even if I cannot multiply or do long division with decimals which I had to do in my hour of death). We can also watch IU Basketball games- hooray!

On the 27th we are headed to Alabama where we will visit more family and friends, and scandalize debutantes with my too-short ball gown. ;)

A visit to Disney World will wrap up our Christmas 2005 tour of the U.S. If you would like to purchase a t-shirt to commemorate our tour, too bad.

I have to say, I do miss our kitties, Mischa and Kona. No doubt they are living large at home, shedding on our light colored laundry, barfing on our bed, and just being cute.

Countdown to the worst hour of my life

Please say a prayer for me at 3 p.m. central time. I will be enduring the single worst hour of my LIFE.

All I really want to do is work for a nonprofit that helps people. I would prefer to spend my days giving free hugs. Apparently, my school thinks that to do this I must pass a class learning about assorted methods of quantitative analysis. (So I know how many hugs to give, plus or minus a certain amount, in order for Jane Doe to achieve her maximum utility?) Today my written final for the class lasted roughly 8 hours. If that wasn't fun enough, I have to survive an hour long oral exam for this class that includes topics as delightful as calculus, statistics, and probability. If I wasn't blessed with a mathematically gifted hubby and father-in-law I would have been dead in the water long ago.

Several classmates had their oral finals today. The one woman I bumped into who had taken it had to leave school because she couldn't stop crying.

Awesome.

You might be a redneck if...

If I continue to post blog messages in lieu of crafting conclusions (or introductions) to my research paper, and if I continue to bother Jeremy while he is working on whatever it is he does, we may both be forced to seek an alternative lifestyle as NASCAR drivers. Fear not, faithful reader, we have NASCAR names picked out already.

(My, umm, movie star name is "Kitty Shetland". Jeremy's is "Tang 19th St." )

Our driver alter-egos will be Chasity Blazer and Rusty S-10.

Vrroom vroom!

Apparently, this is what we look like...

So I'm supposed to be studying/writing/practicing a presentation/showering and instead I am googling my name for the umpteenth time. Only this time it is in the google images portion. For anyone who hasn't seen us in a while, or has never seen us because you randomly found this web page, this is what we look like:

Jeremy is, afterall, a Hoosier:



And I enjoy working out. Some might say a little too much.



Gotta go drink another "energy shake".