So I'm finally on my way home. I'm currently on the bus from Boulder to the airport, and I'll finish this on the flight home. But it won't get posted until tomorrow. It's like writing a letter to myself in the future! Hmm... What to write about? Not that much news either in my world or the world in general. I'm going out tomorrow to pick up the new White Stripes album (Icky Thump) and will probably listen to it at least twice before the end of the day. Maybe that's something to write about, a review. I'm excited either way, and we're going to see them when they're in town in July. I'm also trying to figure out what other CDs to get. I'm going to limit myself to less than 5. Unless something really good catches my eye. Steph's birthday is coming up this monday. I guess we'll go out for some nice food. She got a raise at work earlier this week, so congratulations to her!
And here's the rest of the story. First, a few things to complain about. Whatever number reason this is to hate the dorms: someone puked in our sink sometime Wednesday night/Thursday morning. I thought we had all grown past this. To the people who thought that a tiny baby would be a good idea to bring on an overnight flight: Go to Hell. You deserve it. I'll have to check my copy of the Inferno, but I'm pretty sure your going straight to Hell. The baby screamed, and I am not exaggerating, the entire flight. At full volume. In the seat directly behind me. By the end of the flight, the baby was coughing and horse after all that screaming. But continued to scream anyway. I don't blame the baby, but the parents who thought that it would shut up for the flight, they can go Hell. Where they will be forever tormented by all screaming unbaptized babies.
But I finally made it home. Lazy weekend followed. Went to the local shopping outlet for some groceries, picked up my CDs (I managed to talk Steph out of getting the Labyrinth soundtrack), and we rented Anchorman, which was pretty funny, Will Ferrell is always good for a laugh. Also, for Steph's birthday dinner we finally went out to this Greek restaurant near our house we've been meaning to try. Delicious and cheap! Next time someone visits, we'll have to go there. Hope you like lamb! (It's delicious!) She also got her birthday present, which is a Nikon D40 DSLR. And has been having fun playing with it since. She also finally submitted her first story for publication last night! She's going to keep working on it, and wants to submit it to 20 places in the next month. She's been working really hard lately and doing a bunch of things at home (like gardening, writing, photography, cleaning up, making dinners...), so I know she's planning on asking some of you to read over her story, so help her out a little bit.
Last night we had to do some BBQ because it was so nice out. The New England evenings in the summer really are quite nice. The days, being 85+ degrees and 70+ humidity, I could do without. But the nights are just great. So if you visit in the summer, we'll have to do BBQ. Also, I've moved into my new office. Steph came by and took some pictures with her new camera, but I think I'll wait a little bit and settle in before posting some pics. It's pretty sweet, though. I just need some bookshelf space for my books. Right now there are 6 stacks of physics & math books, all waist high, next to my desk. We're suppose to get a new bookcase in sometime soon.
Also, I think just about everyone saw this. I'm not saying anything. Just that I was an elder child.
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7 comments:
No, no. Unbaptized babies go to heaven now.
Hey, I was an elder child too! But not Pete. Poor, poor third child Pete.
Actually, as Pete sisters are more than 3 but less than 5 years older than him, I've read that he should be a weird cross between a youngest and eldest. Kids whose nearest elder sibling is more than 5 years older than them tend to have the experiential traits of an eldest or only child.
I didn't read the article. :( Did it say anything about that?
The Catholic Church may change their minds, but I'm not willing to, and when they die and see that, in fact, unbaptized babies go to Hell, they will regret spreading those false notions to the masses.
I didn't read too much into the pedagogy of the work. Only the punchline mattered to me.
Congratulations, then, Eric! You should totally call up Tim and be like "Hey, Tim! Chances are I have an IQ about 3 points higher than you! Hah!" And then smugly hang up and solve a Rubik's cube.
Not to be a dick or anything, but I did beat my sisters' SAT scores. OK, maybe I am guilty of Intent to be a Dick. Part of me is aware of how poor a measure of intelligence the SAT is, and part of me is smug that I did pretty well on it. Of course, one's premed and the other's a law grad, and I'm a special ed school goon, so maybe there is something to it. My question is, does Kate get the three point bump for being thirty minutes older?
I'm not going to brag, but my earning potential is quite a bit higher than his. Now I'm not saying that I'm smarter, I just went into a field that pays better. But as an economist, I have to ask: how smart is it to go to school for longer to get paid less? :)
Unbaptized babies never went to Hell, they went to Limbo, which is different from Hell, Heaven, or Purgatory. Now the Vatican claims there is no theological grounding for Limbo. So what's the theological grounding for all that other stuff they made up?
Eric: I am just catching up on emails etc but I couldn't resist replying to this one. When you were nine months old we traveled to Washington DC, and you cried on that entire trip from Portland, it seemed. Then, when we landed at Dulles Airport, you puked. Yes, you puked all over me and the airline seat, just before we were about to meet relatives at the gate. It was not fun. Love, Mom
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