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After several months living in the spare bedroom of my parents' house, I have finally found a place to call home! Tiny, but fitting, I am officially into my new abode and extremely happy to have a place to call my own. Visitors welcome, especially on New Year's Eve, prior to heading downtown (which is just a hop, skip, and a jump away!). Photos to come, I'm sure...but for now, I need to find someone willing to help me grow a garden when the time comes (which may benefit for your fridge!).

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My brother was told to make the potatoes pretty for christmas dinner. . .

Whiskey Packing

My family had to leave the house at 5:30 this morning to catch a flight to CA to visit my brother and his family. Sounds a tad painful, right? I suppose it may not have been so bad if I hadn't been drinking whiskey all night trying to rid myself of the hell that is known as the common cold. Add to that the fact that I found it more important to try on my new Christmas clothes and load more songs onto my nano than to pack a suitcase--and when ZM left at midnight-thirty, I was still throwing things into my luggage, without a care in the world.

So what have I learned from this experience? Whiskey may rid a girl of the sniffles for a night, but will not cure the common cold; loading The Postal Service and Dixie Chicks onto your nano really is more important than making sure you have enough socks for a 5 day vacation; and getting up at 5 am after drinking whiskey all night long makes for very long flights and the most peaceful naps you can ever imagine.

(As a side note, perhaps this will lead to a new song--maybe even a bit more upbeat than songs of the past--something about whiskey packing....feel free to comment with your suggestions about lyrics.)

do you hear that?

It's the sound of 30+ pages being printed off in the Communications Building computer lab. It's the sound papers passing from one set of hands to the next. It's the sound of a stapler pressing through the pages I have slaved over throughout this first semester of grad school. It's the sound of a great big sigh of relief. It's the sound of the door being closed on this chapter.

I'm done folks, and it feels really, really good.

RIP Coffee Grinder--you were the best I've ever had...