INCREDIBLE!

I spent a good 5 hours studying today. Not just finding source material for my presentation next week, but also digging up CV and career credentials for the people who wrote said source materials. Some searches were easier than others.

One of the writers I am using has a CV that reads like a Who's Who of Historical Scholars. It is incredible. I wish it was mine. He received his bachelors from University of Chicago at 20, his PhD from Princeton at 24. This guy knows medieval history. On top of that, he wrote a well regarded article on Nat Turner's rebellion, some 500 years and 5000 miles away from his main focus. Incredible. I want to be this guy.

Some other incredible things dawned on me today:

My ADD is only partially affected by the NBA playoffs, and I can still get things done. (Baseball might be another matter)

Passion for life/love/learning may not be such a bad thing.

German Shepherds are beautiful, smart, easily trained dogs.

Welsh women's accents are closer to British accents than I thought.

Physical exhaustion does not a good night's sleep provide.

My husband actually really really liked my manifesto on SB 1070. I was really flattered. Sometimes I think he thinks I am not very smart. It's not that I am not intelligent, I am just impulsive, and I am not the kind of person who sits down and weighs options. I just sort of go with my gut. That is why I need Cass. He is the force who makes me re-assess my plans logically.

In all honesty, we are probably perfect for each other. Sometimes we forget that. Our differences can become so marked that it seems impossible. We just need to remember that our differences fit so perfectly together as to make one good outcome.

There is a restaurant in town that always serves their sandwiches with a pickle. I don't want mine, it makes the bread all pickle-y. I knew someone once who ordered his food exactly the same way I did. I thought it was perfect. When I met Cass, it turned out he liked the pickle. I realized then, that real love isn't finding the person who likes their food just like yours, it is finding the person who will eat the food you don't like.

A bag of Gardetto's is the perfect example. Cass loves the rye toasts, I hate them. Cass hates the pretzels, I love them. In the end, its all even.

That is real love.

And the Lakers won today. That is unconditional love.

Sorry Kenneth. But the Suns are going down.

Goodnight, Moon. (And SUNS! HAHAHAHAHA)

Goodnight room, Goodnight moon...

And a comb and a brush and a bowl full of mush

And a quiet old lady who was whispering, "hush."