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Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim

My husband the A’s fan and I talking about Mike Trout getting a huge contact with the Angels…

Me: Are the Angels like the Lakers, where they just pay tons of money to get whatever they want?

Galen: The Angels are like the Knicks. They spend a lot of money and still aren’t very good.

M: That’s stupid. They’re doing it wrong.

G: I think they’re doing just great!

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Happy holidays, from our family to yours.


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Off to work!

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November 13, 2013 · 9:44 pm

Veteran’s Day

Every year on Veteran’s Day I read my friends’ Facebook and Twitter posts honoring the veterans they know, or their own service, and I don’t feel like I could say the right things or mention all the right people if I tried to post something myself.  These people sign up for years of service, not knowing where they’ll be sent or what they’ll be asked to do.  In fact, they are committing to take orders they may not understand or agree with without questioning them, and to execute them with bravery, honor, and integrity. Just getting through basic training alone would be an amazing feat, and that’s only the fee for entry.  Some of them see and experience horrible things and all of them are forever changed.  How can you appropriately thank people for that kind of commitment?  

So I’m going to do Veteran’s Day the only way I know how: by posting a link to a great story.

Military service members are amazing.


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Don’t Call it a Comeback

Since November 2010, which was the last time I was blogging regularly…

  • I married the wonderful, amazing, tall, awkward, bearded man of my dreams.
  • I wore a Halloween costume that I’m still talking about years later because I’m so proud of it.
  • I learned to love beets.
  • I was introduced to the original Star Trek and I kind of love it.
  • I moved to Seattle.
  • I did approximately 4,198 loads of laundry.
  • I ran/walked a half marathon.
  • I started wearing brown.
  • I finished a graduate program and got an awesome job working with kids.
  • I became a Seahawks fan.
  • I went to Guatemala for 10 days.
  • I ate so, so much ice cream.  So much.
  • I thought about blogging a lot, but knew I’d feel guilty if I blogged instead of doing homework or planning my wedding. Or doing housework, but that didn’t really get done anyway.

Since I used to try to post every day in November each year, I decided to try something similar this year in an effort to catch up and get back into the groove.  But then I couldn’t get my act together to actually post something until November 5th, so I’m allowing myself a little wiggle room.

It’s good to be back.


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A friend sent me a quote from this article last week, which discusses “busy-ness,” a topic that’s been on my mind a lot lately.  Due to a last-minute change in my scholarship (i.e. I get more money, but have to work for it), I’ve been working on campus 20 hours per week in addition to my regular grad school workload (classes, clients, homework) since January.    Some weeks the stress isn’t so bad, but I’ve had a few breakdowns, there have been some tears, and Galen has proven time and again that he deserves a medal for being The Greatest Most Supportive Boyfriend Ever.

Instead of turning into that person that thinks they’re busier than anyone else in the world has ever been, ever, I’ve been trying to turn this stress into something positive by being a compassionate listener when classmates of mine (or Galen’s) talk about their workloads and stress.  I try so hard not to complain when talking to classmates, friends, professors, family, or strangers I meet on the bus, but the bottom line is I want to complain all the time.  I waste time thinking about all the ways to quantify how busy I am. (This is what a degree in math will get you…)  I know it’s not helpful, but the other options (giving up on a social life, sleep, or Me Time) seem so much worse.

That said, the article made me think about the amount of time I spend doing things that don’t really help my situation (I’m looking at you, Facebook).  I decided to start tracking my time over the next week or two to see where it’s going when I’m not paying attention.

The article also included this suggestion, which I liked:

Instead of saying “I don’t have time” try saying “it’s not a priority,” and see how that feels. Often, that’s a perfectly adequate explanation. I have time to iron my sheets, I just don’t want to. But other things are harder. Try it: “I’m not going to edit your résumé, sweetie, because it’s not a priority.” “I don’t go to the doctor because my health is not a priority.” If these phrases don’t sit well, that’s the point. Changing our language reminds us that time is a choice. If we don’t like how we’re spending an hour, we can choose differently.

Yesterday, I went for a run.  I made running a priority, because I know it helps me focus and sleep better.  I only ran for about 15 or 20 minutes, but it was totally worth it.  Now it seems a little silly to say “I don’t have time for a 20-minute run,” so I’ll have to be honest with myself when it’s not a priority.  Is this life-changing? No.  But I just started a new quarter and I’m trying to be as organized and methodical as possible.  We’ll see how it goes…


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Little Bens

Yesterday, on our way to a Super Bowl party…

Mego: Who are you rooting for?

Galen: I think I’m going for Green Bay, since they have two former Cal players on their team. You?

M: That makes sense. I don’t really care much about either of these teams, but as a person who has a hard time separating athletes’ personal lives from their professional lives, it’s really hard for me to root for any team involving Ben Roethlisberger.

G: Yeah.

M: In some horrible way, I wish people like him tried to mess with people like me instead of women who might be less likely to kick a guy in the nuts. I mean, if anyone ever tried to follow me into a bathroom, I’d pause for a second, say “Umm…. Excuse me?” and then, if he didn’t leave, elbow him in the face (so he was easier to identify later) and kick him in the junk (so he couldn’t make any more baby Roethlisbergers).

G: [pause.] Mini Roethlisbergers?

M: [thinking…] Sliders.

G: Roethlis-sliders.

[High five.]


M: We are such nerds.


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