Weekend Plans?
on 1/11/08 12:37 am - San Antonio, TX
I have boring plans this weekend. I was supposed to go to the doc today to get 6 month blood drawn (at 5 months b/c I'm afraid we might be without insurance if Ryan changes jobs - which he's now decided he won't, but we'll see).
Since he decided he won't, I canceled my appointment so I can get blood drawn closer to 6 months out like I am supposed to. This afternoon and tomorrow will be spent in the lab. I have my dissertation committee meeting in two weeks (or so, still not totally scheduled - getting 5 PhDs to agree on a time when they are available is the bane of my existence). Classes start next week and we have a "required party" to attend on Monday with all of the faculty. It'll be interesting as many of my fellow students and faculty haven't seen me since Sept - I worked from home mostly this past fall and didn't really have any classes. I, the eternal optimist, do not expect to enjoy this party, the orientation that follows it, the next 2-3 weeks of preparation, or my committee meeting. Basically I'd like to bury my head in the sand right now. I have to get an hour presentation ready on what I've accomplished since last summer. Not very much unfortunately. I'm trying to get a lot done last minute.
Sunday, probably clean and cook and hopefully work some more - I've been wanting to make chicken marsala but I haven't been able to find marsala. We need to go to a wine store or world market this weekend. Orals? EEK! Back in the stone age when I earned my BA, my senior thesis was "Mechanization of Harvesting and the Effect on Migrant Farm Labor." I was interested in the political and social implications that mechanized harvesting had on migrant farm laborers, and in the process learned way more than I ever wanted to know about developing and growing produce. One of the reasons store tomatoes taste like tennis balls is that they were genetically restructured to be able to withstand being harvested by machine. Anyway, after I wrote my senior thesis, I had to defend it much like a graduate level thesis. Scared the bejeebus out of me and to this day, I don't know how I got through it because I'm pretty sure I stopped breathing and my heart stopped beating during the entire process. I passed, though. I hate "required" parties. Why they call them parties, I don't know. I'm confident you will WOW them and be the belle of the ball. Kix (edited because I used to be able to spell big words like "mechanization." Oy.)
on 1/11/08 12:58 am, edited 1/11/08 12:59 am - San Antonio, TX


