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No excuses--just too tired and too overwhelmed by my daily life as mother, t-t faculty with several students undergoing total meltdowns, wife, dissertator, occasional nursemaid, and now house-hunter to manage anything resembling coherent thought here. If I lose my three lovely and supportive readers, I have only myself to blame. In the meantime, amuse yourselves with the science of "popstrology". I'd tell you my pop-song "sign," but then I'd have ta kill ya. I can tell you that my husband and I come from terrifyingly different realms of pop song history. Frankly, I'm not sure I've ever even heard the song that was number one at the time I appeared on this planet, but I must applaud any schema in which the rapper 50 Cent can be typed as an "Afternoon Delight" baby.Soon I'll try to find the energy to blog about real estate listings from hell, the sexual politics of the classroom, and the thong vs. panty issue. I was gonna talk about the Pope, Terry Schiavo, and ANWR, but everybody else has that covered.
posted by Unknown @ 7:44 PM
4 Comments:
House-hunting? Wow!
Yup, I'm officially nuts. But it's time to move from city-of-grad-program to city of t-t job...with the hopes that life will be less stressful without the commute.
You have a great website here, and I'm going to tell all my friends about it.
You have a great website here, and I'm going to tell all my friends about it.
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