is it just me?

but it includes a free trip around the sun.

that was the subject message of my crazy friends of inner child suicide fame. they sent me another that said "ever stop to think, and forget to start again?" I'm telling you, those are some wacky viagara sellers.

as you know, I ride the bus. in order to make busses more accessible to elderly and disabled folks, they have something called a kneeling bus. basically the driver can push a button and the front corner of the bus where you board lowers closer to the ground. it makes quite a lot of commotion, as it involves beeping, hissing, etc. Unfortunately, my afternoon bus driver has decided that I need the bus to kneel. granted, I am seven months pregnant, and certainly not as agile as I used to be, but I can still get on the bus. And as someone who really, really hates to have attention drawn to them having the bus kneel for me is totally humiliating and awful. As if walking around with a giant basketball stuffed under your shirt didn't draw enough attention to me. Perhaps I will have to start walking to work. (Just kidding. It's much too far for somene in my delicate condition.)

I only have one friend here at work - she's the only young, female, non-crazy faculty or staff member in this whole building. And she's moving. This is terrible news. I go hide in her office and bitch and gossip at least once a day, and now she's leaving me here with all these academic crazies all by myself. I may not ever forgive her. However, in her honor I am having a wine party at my house tonight. This will be the first time my boss has ever been to my house. I find that I am vaguely terrified. He has us over for dinner occasionally and serves us delicious food and expensive wine so I have always been afraid to have him over because usually I cook things like tacos and drink beer. but anyway, he's coming. And he's terrified of dogs. I have a nice little dog, but he's kind of a nut. if my dog scares my boss I will never ever hear the end of it. yikes! wish me luck.

In my last post I forgot to mention that my sister who lives in New York (she moved to Brookly from Manhattan a couple of years ago) came to visit. It hink anyone who lives in NYC thinks anyone who lives in Wisconsin is at least partly out of their mind. And while I think she found the fine city of Madison perhaps nicer than she had imagined, kind of cute even, she still thinks we're crazy for living her. NOw, I am not sure she'd ever admit it, but it's true. People from New York just can't imagine how we could live in a place like this. It's small, it's midwestern, it's cold a lot, the shopping is terrible, and it's really close to Iowa. This is probably why this was her first visit in the five years I have lived here. I somehow imagine it could also be her last. She's seen it now, so really - why come back? There is no real compelling issue to see it again, and I, for one, won't force the issue. I know better.