My mom’s here one night and someone broke into her van and stole a bunch of her stuff.
They smashed the window overnight and grabbed two of her backpacks full of stuff.
‘Cause people suck.
MY MOM IS HERE, YAY
And for once, she’s not just staying for a few days. She’s here for the whole month of June! She got an Airbnb place that is like a block away from us.
It’s super awesome. I’m excited.
I’m pretty sure I’ve achieved Maximum Homesickness™ right now. The last time I saw my mom/was in Moscow was last September. I know that’s not a super long time ago by any means, but it’s the longest my mom and I have gone without seeing each other in person.
So it’s hard.
I’m really hoping being able to see her and being able to go back to Moscow a bit will get me out of this obnoxious funk* I’m in right now. I could really use a break from that.
*“Funk” is too weak of a word for it and “depression” is too strong, so I don’t know what to call it.
My mom and I drove back to Calgary today. She’s going to spend about a week up here hanging out with us before driving back to Moscow. Which is good, ‘cause I really miss her.
And the border crossing was super easy!
Now have some .gifs, ‘cause I don’t have anything else to blog about.
Merry Christmas, people!
It’s still weird being back in Moscow. I really do feel like it’s been at least half a decade since I’ve been here last.
My mom got me, among other things, every sock I’ve listed on my blog since September, haha, and also got me that super colorful dress/shirt thingy. My dad’s off in cruise-land and won’t be back until the 31st, so we won’t be doing our usual two-day Christmas thing, though I suppose we’ll have “Christmas” again when he gets back.
Pretty uneventful day today, sorry.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM! I love you!! We shall hang out and be weird together soon, assuming I survive my last final tomorrow.
Also, you know what would be a cool idea (if it wasn’t illegal…which I’m not sure if it is or not)? Get a group of friends together and have an “open to the public” reading of Shakespeare in the park. Like, each friend would bring a cheap copy of Hamlet or something and would read/act out one of the parts, and people walking by could join in at any time. We could bring a small whiteboard or something and indicate on it which parts were already taken (or just being covered), and people walking by could, if they wanted, just jump in and start reading/acting one of the uncovered parts (again, we could get a bunch of super cheap copies so that passersby could just jump in).
Wouldn’t that be cool? I have no idea how many people would join in a group of strangers reading Shakespeare, but I think it would be super fun.
WOO FINALS WEEK!
I hate trying to blog about Mother’s Day, ‘cause there’s no way I could ever put into words how much I love my mom and how much she means to me. I want to make everything in her life a lot better than it is right now, but I don’t know how. So all I can do is promise that once I get my awesome stats job and earn/save enough money, I’ll get her the giant awesome kitchen she’s always wanted and we’ll go cruise the Mediterranean.
‘Cause she TOTALLY DESERVES THAT.
Anyway. This blog sucks, but like I said, this is really hard for me to put into words.
So I’ll just say this: I LOVE YOU, MOM!
- Took my algorithms test at 12:30, then my mom and I headed towards Pasco to go see BRIAN REGAN! On the way there, we drove through a torrential downpour and then through some MEGA wind. We also saw herds of tumbleweeds catapulting themselves into the roads like lemmings.
- Once we got to our hotel, I made coffee, ‘cause I just always do that at hotels, then drank like three sips of it ‘cause I put way too much Sweet n’ Low in it, then screwed around in the fitness room before going to the show.
- Brian Regan was, of course, hilarious. We spent the rest of the night watching “Say Yes to the Dress” ‘cause absolutely nothing else was on and the hotel internet was very slow.
YAY! Thanks for the late birthday present, mom!
You know what I’m thankful for?
My freaking awesome mother.
I know a fair number of my friends have bad relationships with their moms, but I seriously can’t imagine having a better relationship with my mom.
Heck, I can’t imagine having a better mom.
So mom, I know you read these (whenever I get around to posting them, haha) and I just want you to know how much I love you and appreciate you and appreciate all the stuff you’ve done for me over the past 25 years. I’m so glad we’re as close as we are and I’m so glad we “get” each other.
I love you, mom! <3
My mom is back!
And that’s pretty much the only thing that happened to either of us this afternoon.
She drove up from Tucson in a U-Haul, towing her car behind. She left the car at U-Haul while she unloaded her stuff from the actual U-Haul, and then both of us drove it back to the lot to “exchange” it for the car. As we got in to drive it home, she realized that the car had absolutely no brakes (luckily before we started moving).
After calling AAA and getting towed to Bruneel (by a very cool lady from Deary) just as they closed at 5, we’re now hanging out without a car and waiting to see if the brakes (which WERE brand new) are totally shot. At least we got to walk around town a bit. My mom missed that.
Uh…happy birthday, mom! Haha.
TODAY WAS A GOOD DAY.
FIRST: my mom got a job, my mom got a job!! Here at the U of I! Now she can leave the insanity of Tucson and come back to the place she calls home. SUPER HAPPY ABOUT THAT.
SECOND: I got a job, too! In addition to teaching in the second half of summer, I’ll be working as a data analyst for the College of Ag from May through July. Now I can finally get some real experience with real data (and lots of it!).
Better brush up on my SAS.
Happy Thanksgiving peoplez! My mom and I spent the morning driving all around, then I worked on Newton vs. Leibniz while helping her chef, then we had mashed potatoes and broccoli and it was awesome.
This year I am thankful for:
- My mom, of course. I’m really glad I got to spend a few days with her over break.
- The opportunity to further my education. I missed school SO. MUCH. Now that I’m back, I’m not sure if I’ll ever leave.
- My freaking awesome badass job. I love teaching statistics. It doesn’t feel like work AT ALL.
There are a lot of little things, too, but those are the main ones.
Enjoy today, y’all!
MY MOM IS HERE YAY.
Also, why don’t they make this stuff for adults? I can’t be the only one whose ostentatious style leaves room for such BADASS SHOES.
Happy birthday, mom! Sorry I kind of turned today into a Let’s All Get Depressed party tonight. Unfortunately, that’s the only thing I’m good at sometimes.
However, this shall possibly cheer you up: my new favorite meme.
It’s like Lame Pun Coon, but even lamer. And punnier. And therefore it’s awesome. I’d pick a favorite but I giggle like an idiot through each page, so I don’t think I can.
Shoutout to my super awesome amazing mom! I love you so much!
On a related note: I don’t know how many of you out there watch the Colbert Report, but a few months ago Stephen did an interview with the (now late, RIP) Maurice Sendak, author of Where the Wild Things Are. I highly advise you watch part 1 and part 2 if you haven’t yet, ‘cause they’re hilarious.
Anyway, in the second part of the interview, Stephen read Mr. Sendak a children’s book he himself wrote entitled I Am A Pole (And So Can You!). He got a blurb from the children’s author (“The sad thing is, I like it!”) and promised that as soon as he got a publisher, the book would be out for purchase.
Well, Stephen Colbert being Stephen Colbert, he announced a week or so ago that IAAP(ASCY!) would be released on May 8th.*
My mom and I both thought Stephen’s book hilarious, so I decided to buy her a copy for Mother’s Day. It’s longer and has more illustrations than the version he read on the air, and the little extras on the jacket sleeves and the additional pages are pretty great as well. Plus, all proceeds from the sale of his book (and the audiobook version) go to USVETS, a non-profit organization dedicated to returning troops.
So if you’re looking for a cool little gift for someone or think Stephen Colbert is awesome, go get a copy of this book. It’s pretty rad.
*Coincidentally, this is the day that Mr. Sendak passed. Freaky, eh?
My mother is the greatest human being on this planet.
That is all.
30-Day Meme – Day 12: Explain how you got one of your scars.
Way back when the Eastside Mall had a pet store in it, my mom and I used to go check out the pretty animals after we’d go out for dinner on Thursdays. There was this white parrot in there that was pretty chill and friendly. He liked to grab fingers with his little talons.
One day, we were in the shop and my mom was in the back looking at the piranhas or something (yeah, they had piranhas, how cool?!) and I was hanging out with the white parrot. I wasn’t really paying attention to things and I think something in the shop startled him. He managed to latch his beak onto the base of my right index finger and WOULDN’T LET GO. Ask my mom, he had my finger viced for like five minutes and kept biting harder.
He finally let go and I bled for like twenty minutes. Fun times.
So for no other reason than the fact that my life in Vancouver is cursed, I lost power to all the outlets in my living room.
We (my mom and I) went out and bought a super-long extension cord, hooked it into the single working outlet in the main room, and from it constructed a fun tangle of extreme fire-hazard proportions.
And we bought a router, so now everything that is able to access the internet is ABLE to access the internet.
It’s Mother’s Day! My mom is freaking fantastic, so today I present to the world my 10 Reasons Why I Wouldn’t Want Anyone Else as My Mother.
10. The inside jokes.
There are SO MANY. The fact that I can randomly shout, “watch these ammo boxes!!” and we can spend the next ten minutes quoting from Tremors shows how “on the same wavelength” we are.
9. We can be reduced to an hour long laughing fit over something that’s hardly funny at all.
When she came up to help me move into my new apartment up here, I remember we were on the stairs bringing a load of my stuff up from the car and in an instant we could hardly carry the stuff we had because we were laughing so hard. Lame little reason, I know, but laugh attacks reduce quite a bit of stress.
8. She has more confidence in me than I do.
And sometimes all it takes to bring you out of the hell of self-doubt is someone unconditionally contradicting you when you say “I suck at everything.”
7. We can be content getting in the car, cranking my music, and driving around for hours.
I’m fortunate in the sense that my mom and I can “hang out” without any awkwardness whatsoever. We feel really at ease with one another. I don’t think I could have gotten through the last few years without that close of a relationship with my mom.
6. She put up with (and still puts up with) all my crap.
I’m obnoxious, whiny, and selfish, and have been for approximately 23 years now. I don’t understand how she’s been able to put up with so much bull from me over the past years, but I truly do appreciate the fact that she has. I think a lot of parents would have completely lost their patience by now.
5. She put up with the camcorder phase.
For like three years of my childhood, I was ridiculously obsessed with taping anything and everything with the family camcorder. EVERYTHING. ALWAYS. That damn camcorder was never off. I don’t think I would have been able to put up with it if I were her, but somehow she didn’t go insane. That says a lot about how wonderful a parent she is.
4. I honestly think I could talk to her about anything.
I don’t think there’s a single topic or problem that would arise where I would feel like I couldn’t confide in her. I can’t see there being any situation in which she would become so upset with me that we would have a total relationship breakdown and we’d never talk again. I hope she feels the same way about me.
3. She is deserving of every ounce of respect I have for her.
My mom has had to put up with a lot of crap in her life and has somehow managed to stay a not only sane but phenomenal person. I don’t think there’s any way I could express the amount of respect I have for her.
2. She can forge my signature.
Yeah, weird reason, I know. I write the “M” of my last name a little strangely—I put a little bump at the beginning of the first stroke, something reminiscent from learning cursive in elementary school. Anyway, I remember a year or so ago when I needed my UI transcripts but was unable to obtain them from up here in Canada in the time that I needed them. My mom went and filled out the forms to pick them up in person so she could just mail them to me. These forms require the signature of the person to whom the transcript belongs. I distinctly remember her telling me over the phone, “I forged your signature for you. I even put that little bump you do before the start of the M.” The fact that she knows about and makes the effort to replicate such an unimportant little component of my signature made me realize just how much attention she pays to me as her daughter. And that’s awesome.
1. She’s…well, my mom.
Reading over this list, these all seem like really lame reasons compared to how happy I really am to have my mom as my mom. But that’s pretty much all I can really explain.
So anyway, mom, if you ever read this, I love you! You’re the best mom anyone could ever want.
Yaaaaay, my mom is here! Actually, she got here yesterday but it was late and she was tired but I had a minor mental breakdown and we ended up going to Denny’s at 11 PM and then drove around Stanley Park for another hour before we went home and crashed after M&Ms.
(Run on sentences make me look cool, yo.)
Today I unfortunately have a lot of school-related crap work to do today, but tomorrow we’re both taking the day off and screwing around. I’m taking her to Metropolis, a mall that could swallow about 30 Palouse Malls (not kidding) so we can take our minds off of our current situations, both of which suck.
I freaking love my mom, this is going to be awesome.
Here is something that I think needs to be publically stated, because it’s so very true:
I have awesome parents. Why, you ask? Because:
My father is a very strange dude who just so happens to be very strange in a lot of the ways I am very strange. We have the same sense of humor about a lot of things and we’re both ridiculously anal about time. We’d both prefer arriving at a preset location a half an hour before we’re supposed to get there as opposed to even three minutes late. He pretty much just lets me do what I want, and by this I don’t mean to say he’s awesome because he lets me get away with stuff, he’s awesome because he trusts me. If I say “dad, a bunch of my weirdo friends are coming over and we want to have a party in the basement,” he’ll say “I’ll order pizza for you guys if you let me know what you want, then I’ll leave you alone.” True story. It might be parenting laziness, but I like to think a large part of it is that he trusts me not to burn the house down/get pregnant/be a general pain in the ass when I’m allowed to do what I want. And that’s rockin’.
My mom is awesome because she and I are best friends. She gets me like no one else does. She’s very open with me and I feel like I can talk to her about just about anything which, if you know me, is a pretty big thing for me to say. I know I’m not the perfect daughter in the world (FAR FROM IT), but I know I couldn’t ask for a better mother.
Haha, it feels weird to be unable to say more about my mom regarding how awesome she is. You’ve all met her; you know she’s badass. I guess it’s hard to quantify how great she is because I’ve lived with it for 22 years…it’s just kind of there.
Love you mom!
Love you dad!
You both rule.
Today’s song: Something Else by Diamond Rings
1) Happy birthday, mom!
2) Congrats to all who are graduating today, though I’m pretty sure no one who’s graduating this semester reads my blogs.
Haha, sorry, not much more to say today. Cleaned the apartment and did calculus practice problems for five hours.
Oh, and this. I miss this show.
Today’s song: Flippers by Art vs. Science
I freaking love this place. The only thing wrong that I can even think of is the fact that it’s so big it’s practically begging for at least two beings to live in it. I can’t wait to bring Annabelle up here in August.
I also noticed today that the name of our elevator manufacturer is “Schindler’s Elevator,” which made me glad I’m not in England, ‘cause then it would “Schindler’s Lift” and that would be wildly inappropriate.
Today’s song: You’ve Got to Hide Your Love Away by The Beatles
My mom is here, yay! Moving has officially commenced.
And now: geekery!
IKEA is probably the single greatest place ever. We went there tonight ‘cause my mom’s never been in one and wanted to go. Let’s just say that if the whole world was run like an IKEA store, things would move a lot more smoothly. The whole building was like a grid of complete, organized happiness. I was flipping out about the sheer efficiency of the place, my mom was flipping out about the cool kitchen stuff they had. I also got a very awesome rug that you shall see once I get pictures up of my new snazzy apartment.
Sorry, I’m in a “Claudia gets a kick out of math” phase and you’re just going to have to deal with it.
I have made two realizations as of late: I haven’t read anything that wasn’t from my classic books list (except for maybe five books) since 6th grade. I also realized when speaking to another friend about NaNoWriMo that I constructed my novel entirely around a “divide by zero” pun, which is about as bad as a pun addiction can get.
Today’s song: Beautiful, Dirty, Rich by Lady Gaga
I swear to god, I don’t know how she put up with me. From the time I was a very small kid (Kindergarten) I was absolutely fascinated by this camcorder she had, and I always had her tape me doing the most mundane things. Examples:
- I had a row of about 40 small rocks and made her tape me reading off their names, then giving them prizes for being rocks.
- Me reading out of the Troy phonebook.
- Me using a stencil to draw circles (FOR LIKE AN HOUR).
- Me writing in my journal.
- Me naming every freaking item in the house.
- Me counting to 100. Twice. I’m not kidding.
- And then she made the biggest mistake of her life and decided to let me have a shot at using the camera. I claimed it as mine and proceeded to make tons of ridiculous movies, including quite a long series involving a pair of gay grandpa sock puppets (no joke). I thought I was Steven Spielberg or something, I don’t know.
- Also, 24 + 7 = 20, apparently. I’ve obviously stayed at this math level my whole life.
Hooray for growing up in hick town Troy. I really don’t know why I didn’t go into directing or something after seeing all this.