Saturday, October 28, 2006


"Get your oxycontin-stained hands off of Marty McFly!"

~Peter Sagal, host of NPR's Wait Wait...Don't Tell Me! regarding Rush Limbaugh's criticism of Michael J. Fox's stem cell commercial


Okay, that has nothing to do with anything. Except it was funny.

I don't have anything in particular to write about, I just figured I'd better write something.


Dad, I've been ignoring your comment on my cat post. Let me just defend myself in one word: Grandma. I mean what did you expect from your daughter? I share genes with the woman who neutered a neighborhood cat that knocked up all the female neighborhood cats. Remember that? AND, she still has cats from an entire litter of probably feral cats she found God knows where several years ago. Did you really think I had a chance? Oh, yeah, and my mom has saved 4 cats from the harsh environment of Northern Minnesota, which exacerbates the situation for me. Considering my dear husband asked me yesterday, "Are we trapping more kitties this weekend?!" I'm going make a bold prediction that your grandchildren haven't got a chance either.


Wednesday was an important day in my academic career. My Ph.D. committee met and concluded that my qualifying exam should be waived. It is a policy at my University that after aPh.D. student has successfully defended a Masters' thesis they are eligible for waiving the qualifying exam. In the past couple years the conditions have gotten more difficult so I wasn't sure if I could slide through. I have six publications (good) but only a mediocre GPA. My first year grades struggled due to moving 1500 miles away and being groped by a fellow grad student (against whom I had to press charges). I 've been deligently raising my GPA since then, but I was still nervous. In the end, it was good enough and my favorite professor (besides my advisor, of course) called me smart. Yay.


Dean and I bought an exercise bike today. We decided it was cheaper than getting him a gym membership and that way he can watch Mike & Mike In the Morning while he works out. And the days I just don't feel like hauling my butt to the gym, I can watch CNN and workout in my jammies. It's the first somewhat big purchase we've made with our wedding money. Well, that's if you don't count the brake job I had to get on the Green Machine last month. But that wasn't a fun purchase.


The weather is cooling down here finally and I love it. I never was excited about cool weather when I lived in Minnesota, but here fall is my favorite. Sure, you guys say how miserable Florida summers are, and for the most part you're right. But this is our time. It's our turn to sleep with the windows open and feel the cool breeze on our faces and wake up just a little too chilly with all the kitties snuggling with us. It's our turn to get the itch to be outside every minute to the point of playing hooky. And it's our turn all the way until March. And by that time, it'll be spring training and I'll be too f*cking excited to care that it's getting hot.


Speaking of baseball, yay Cardinals! I am living vicariously through Lefty and her Post-World Series bliss. I'm so jealous. Ah well, maybe next year. Pitchers and catcher report in 117 days.


That's all I got. Have a good weekend!


Jackie said...

CONGRATS ON THE PhD silde through!!!!

That's awsome!! So how much longer until you are done with school? Well I mean, done with school as a student, not done with school forever, cause I know as a scientist, there is always learning and some element of school involed in some way.

Ok, I'll stop rambling now...

magnetbabe said...

Thanks, Jackie! My candidacy defense (where I give a presentation about what I've done so far and what I want to do before I graduate) is scheduled for December 5th. Then starting next semester I can take dissertation credits (I need 24 dissertation credits to graduate). So we're looking at April 2008. When I was first told that by Dr. Hari it seemed like a lifetime away. But really, it's not that long...

Hot4Teacha said...

Slide, slide, slipp-ety slide...

Yeah Nat - you rock, sista! (Wow, that sounded like I invoked Gebby!)

Runner Girl FL said...

It is a great quote.
Yea for the Cards... enjoy it Lefty!
You were geneticly doomed.

DearOldDad said...

Yeah I know, Grandma…You’re right, between your mom and grandmother, I have to say you come by it honestly. I would suggest a support group except I feel that somehow it would result in a net gain of cats… :-) You have a heart of pure spun gold.