Tuesday Trueisms

Right? I am stunned too. I thought I would wait and blog until I had something positive to say. Or until I was more productive. I realized that probably would not be happening. So here, I am, bringing back my Tuesday Trueisms. 1. Breakfast of champions: strawberry banana bread with peanut butter (must be planters natural) and nutella. 2. I slept with my nightgown inside out last night. 3. I am addicted to Pinterest. It isn't pretty. 4. Someone left unflavored sunscreened lip balm on my desk. I think it is creepy and might put it in the fridge. 5. During the "cool" morning (read: 82 at 6:30 am) I rolled down my windows and listened to Lady Gaga (volume level: 22). 6. I am lazsy. 7. When I was stalking my classlist today (they want to cancel one of my classes, of course), I realized that I have registered with dissertation credits with three different faculty members. I ALMOST find that funny. Let's not make it four. 8. I feel that I deserve some sort of pin or sash or beer stein that says "I Survived the Spring 2012 Semester" 9. Today I am working early in the morning. I am going to go home at 1 and lay in the kid's pool--with more coffee. 10. My friend has what I like to call "supernatural dreams" I am WAY freaked out by all things supernatural. She told me I was in one of the dreams talking to Renee. I was sort of jealous that my adviser wasn't haunting me too. It made me realize that I remain possessive--and I have been trying to convince her to haunt me too. It won't work. 11. I really, really hate that I am going into the fifth year of my PhD program. Along with this, I really, really hate the following: -I hate having a new adviser (not that she isn't great-she really is great, I just want my old one back) -I hate it that my new advser is leaving to go teach with the nuns (will make for a great orientation icebreaker when I have to explain who my advisor is) -I hate that all my friends in my cohort are leaving, and I am still here -I hate that my office mates are moving out -I hate that things got so bad that I am still here. 12. I am "still" breastfeeding. Go ahead and gasp-it is ok. That's all from me. I need to go figure out my IRB crap now. Joy 912 of my situation: I have one person who I register for credits with, another who is my IRB person, and a third that is the one who officially sits in the role. It's enough to make you laugh. Or cry. Or drink.