Quick things

Waiting to pick up Jason from school last night.  The rain can stop anytime.

The good side of the cake for our royal wedding party at work.

I think I’ll stick to baking cookies. It tasted pretty good, though.
Mary’s cucumber sandwiches

 Jason ordered his Patterson books today, and included three for me.  I love new books.  Thank goodness for a nearby Amazon shipping facility and free student Amazon prime; the shipment should be here soon.

I’ll take my Cadbury eggs intravenously, please.

Last night…

Amanda: I’m really full. I ate a lot of Cadbury eggs at work today.
Jason: How many is a lot?
Amanda: I don’t know…twenty.
Jason: That’s disgusting! You ate twenty?!
Amanda: (indignant) It’s not that disgusting. They’re like any other candy.
Jason: The big caramel ones?

At this point, I am laughing too hard to respond. I’d eaten the mini eggs, not the giant ones, and the idea of me scarfing down my day’s calories in massive Cadbury eggs was kind of funny. It does not surprise me in the least that Jason believes I could eat twenty of the big caramel eggs; I do love chocolate.

learning journeying

It seems like everyone in the world is graduating this week and posting inspiring things via social networking sites.  For the last year, I’ve felt jubilant every time anyone mentions finals or fifteen page papers or Turabian format.  “Thank goodness,” I say to myself, “I’ve left those odious things behind.”

However, the graduation thoughts (e.g. “Learning is a journey, not a destination.”) make me feel a little guilty.  I’ve been a college graduate for 367 days; what have I accomplished?  How have I continued as a lifelong learner?!  Perhaps this anxiety is just a symptom of my gold star complex.  I want everything in my life to be quanitfiable: if I do something good, I should get x number of points, and that should demonstrate whether or not I am succeeding.  Thankfully, I haven’t spent the last year in a cave.  I feel like I’ve done some major growing, even if my efforts aren’t grade-able. 

Changing gears: Jason and I share a New York Times subscription, and in the last month, we have read 217 articles online.  According to the NYT website, the following are our Most Read Topics.

I think it is a little funny to see how our interests overlap.  I’m not sure who is hacking into our account and reading about theatre, though.  I guess all those articles about injured Spider-man cast members–which for some reason I find so interesting (the combination of NYC labor laws and Tobey Maguire lookalikes, perhaps)–count as theatre.  I think they should be filed under local news…or health and wellness.

Thank you, Facebook.

Below my “Upcoming Events” tab:

Thank you, Facebook. I was going to forget my own anniversary until you kindly reminded me.  Not.

Besides our blog, I don’t think our relationship really  makes it to Facebook much.  In fact, I just checked and I have never written directly on Jason’s wall; I’ve liked and commented on his statii occasionally, but never instigated wall-to-wall conversation (nor has he).  Interesting.  Apparently we just like to communicate with each other via pagers and out-loud talking.

Shabby chic? No.

We’ve celebrated four Easters together and we still don’t have baskets.  Perhaps I’ll rectify this next year…or perhaps not.  The candy tastes the same whether it comes in a basket, or via lunch-sack-improv-version.

The Frosts: Keeping it real in Kentucky.

Jason has been sick since returning from DC.  I theorize that he’s suffering from fatigue-induced flu, but I’m no doctor.  I secretly hope it is the flu because I’ve had my flu shot (free at work) and really don’t want to be sick next weekend.  He’s been resting a lot, in the hope that he’ll be feeling great for his last week of class and finals.  I would take a picture of him sleeping on the couch right now (to pictorially represent our weekend), but he’d be mad.  I’m very glad to have him home.