Bizarro

So the SGA president at UM is gay. Big whoop, especially in this town. The bizarro part is that an asst state attorney is waging this strange war against him, accusing him of trying to advance a radical homosexual agenda, being a nazi and a racist. I actually walked past someone protesting again the president and he had a placard with the sga president's picture on it with a swastika over his face. I am pretty sure it was the crazy guy. This attorney doesnt go to UM or have anything to do with UM. It has made national headlines:

http://news.yahoo.com/s/yblog_upshot/20100929/us_yblog_upshot/state-attorney-launches-bizarre-internet-war-on-openly-gay-college-student

Thank you J!!

My wonderful husband gifted me with Silver Medallion status a few months ago. I have since had the pleasure of being upgraded to first class pretty much every time I fly domestic.

I just saw that I got upgraded for my flight from ATL to DTW Saturday. I needed that!

A Tale of Two Agata's

A tale of two Agata’s....

Today I made a phone appt to meet a nurse midwife named Agatha ( pronounced Agata). She was going to come to the Emergency Department when she finished what she was doing. She told me she would be in a blue uniform and meet me outside the ED. I went to make a photocopy for her, which involves trekking a long way and across the equivalent of I-10 ( I wait til a group crosses then run with them in a group) to a photocopy place, waking up the copy guy from his nap ( excuse me, sir excuse me Excuse Me, EXCUSE ME SIR) and she called me right when I got there that she was waiting. I was worried she would leave so I was rushing back as quickly as I could (I even crossed the street myself). I rounded the corner to the ED and saw an older woman in a blue uniform who immediately gave me a big smile. I walked up to her and said, “ Are you Agatha?” and she said yes and took my hand in both of hers. I said “ It is so nice to meet you, thank you for coming so quickly”

And she said ‘Oh Yes” Then it went like this...

Her “why are you rushing?”

Me “to meet you! I didnt want to keep you waiting!”

Her “Oh”

Me “would you like to go the ED to sit down and talk?”
Her “ Well I am with my daughter”

Me “ Oh?”

Her “My daughter is having her blood taken, I would like to wait til she is finished”

Me “ Are you Agata the nurse midwife?”

Her “Yes”

Me ”Did Cheryl (who set up the meeting) talk to you about me?”

Her “ Uh...”

Me “ Do you know Cheryl?”

Her “yes” ( I think every midwife knows this Cheryl though)

Her “ I am not sure I am the right Agata”

Me “ I am not sure I have the right Agata”

Can you believe that? I met a nurse midwife named Agata standing in front of the ED in a blue uniform and it was not the right Agata! The wrong Agata greeted me so warmly though! There was another Agata in a blue uniform standing in front of the ED about 15 feet away! The wrong Agata hugged me goodbye and told me to come visit her on L and D.

Pictoral updates

Sweet suite at a bball. Game. I can never go back to the bleachers.
Just your average walk down the red carpet at a movie premiere.
The last DQ run of the season, sob.

Anniversary canoe trip in Lake Leelanau. This picture is a month old but it was such a great ride.
Childrens' museum. Grandma Bunny gave us a membership which is totally awesome bc we can just stop in for an hour or two at a time. I haven't been for awhile bc the weather has been too nice to be inside but this week we went twice. I offered to take the girls swimming at the Y, but Meg kept saying it takes too long for her to dry off so she wanted to go the museum instead.

What to do to your co-worker you don't like

Have them arrested by Jerry's kids and held for bail. Someone did that to my poor spouse. Fortunately they gave him a month's notice. The county sheriff is coming here to 'arrest him' and they take him in a squad car to a restaurant where he is held until he posts a THOUSAND dollars bail. They won't tell him who had him arrested. At least he can work to raise the money til then so theoretically he could only have to be in 'jail' for a few minutes til he writes out a phat check. So Mom, expect a solicitory call!

Pumpkin Spice at starbucks

What's the big whoop? I hear people go on and on about it. To me it was pretty much a frappachino with nutmeg on top. Who's with me?

First Day of 1st grade

Tomato thief. She picks them when I am not looking, takes one bite, then tosses them.

This child refuses to look at the camera.



Mad, J, and Momma Choppers
Her kindergarten gang.

First day of school part I

Part I means the part about me, also known as the post where the pics of the kids are still on the camera.

What I have to say is:
Sunflower nut butter is mediocre at best and it not what I wanted for lunch.

Having half a day to 'study' is going to be an adjustment. I talked on the phone to one sister then another for probably an hour and a half total. Also Dad. Went to CVS and REI. Stalked facebook. Chatted with officemates. Now it is 12:46 and I am just getting started but wanted to make a quick (procrastinating) blogpost. Now will set up my playlist in itunes and get started. Class starts at 3pm.

A Salon, not the beauty type

I went to a breakfast salon today. A salon as in "A salon is a gathering of people under the roof of an inspiring host, held partly to amuse one another and partly to refine the taste and increase their knowledge of the participants through conversation. These gatherings often consciously followed Horace's definition of the aims of poetry, "either to please or to educate" ("aut delectare aut prodesse est"). Salons, commonly associated with French literary and philosophical movements of the 17th century and 18th centuries, were carried on until quite recently, in urban settings, among like-minded people." Thanks wikipedia.

A local couple host it every Friday AM in their house and it is open to anyone. Usually around 75-100 people show up. Breakfast is a $15 donation that you put in a mason jar on the table. All the ingredients are local, and a different chef volunteers. Today's was from Logan, a very schnazzy place. We had Oaxacan pulled pork tostadas with a fried egg and lime cilantro sour cream, delicious coffee and local apple cider.

The donation goes to supporting the local food movement. There was a CSA pickup going on in their driveway, and the front yard was a tomato jungle. They also had a big permanent sign saying 'jeff's bread' with a mailbox. Apparently, he makes homemade bread, sticks it in the mailbox, you check it randomly and if there is some in there, you take it and leave a donation.

Their house was amazing, and the kitchen had obviously been built for the purpose of hosting a ton of people. Their island was at least an 8 x 10 butcher block. There had to be at least 75 people there on this Friday morning.

This post is a part of my new series called all things very ann arbor where I will discuss female armpit hair, PTO activists who are also white rastas and why parents don't brush their kids hair ever. If you want to read more about the salon, here is me practicing hyperlinking again: Selma Cafe