Who's your mancrush?

There is actually a site that ranks men. I spent way too much time looking at it today. I was just surprised that Jesus only made #31!

Chill

It snowed at my house. I wanted to stay on my couch and have hot chocolate, but I went to class instead. I had to get some web-surfing done.

On a funnier note, right now a chick is screaming at her boyfriend in the LRC about how she has been waiting for him since 6:30 and it is so inconsiderate of him to make her wait until 6:40. This has been going on for 20 minutes. Poor guy.

My New Favorite

Be a Good Catholic

What are you going to give up for Lent?

This Week in Environmental Law

Professor Funk:

"...so you would just kill the fish? Ms. Johnson says, to hell with fish."

On a not embarrassing note, the Captain surprised me last night and showed up to take me out to dinner. He's the best fiance ever!

Happy Mardi Gras!

A few highlights of this year's events:

- James Gandolfini was the King of the biggest parade, Bacchus

- Bourbon Street is packed - a welcome change since Katrina

- Only 9 people shot as festivities started - things have slowed down a bit!

mmm...haggis

Last Saturday the Captain and I went to an annual Burns dinner at the local Scotsman's house in Skamokawa, Washington. For those of you who don't know what a Burns dinner is, it's basically an annual tribute to Scotland's poet, Robert Burns. (If you're dying to know even more, google it - they do this all over the world). It involves eating Scottish food and reading Burns' poetry. It is actually a lot more fun than it sounds.

At this particular party, guys wore their kilts and everybody drank lots of scotch whisky and red wine. Then the highlight of the evening - the haggis - was marched in with bagpipes and a poem was read that praised the virtue of haggis and made fun of French people and their food, which Scots apparently don't regard as very manly. Then we actually ate the haggis (I mostly mashed mine into potatoes to hide it) with mashed turnips ("neeps") and mashed potatoes ("tatties"). Then the Captain recited a poem praising the lassies present, and we drank more whiskey and wine. Lots of fun, despite having to eat something that was scraped out of the bowels of various farm animals. You should try it.

For $28K I should be able to get a fucking coca-cola!

I was going on my 8th hour on this campus (with 4 more to go) when I headed over to the LRC to nuke my dinner and grab a pop. It was a long day, and I really needed some caffeine if I was going to make it through Administrative Law and whatever it was we read for today. So, I took my dollar to the first pop machine by all the forks and stuff - it wouldn't go in. I took it to the second machine down the walkway - it wouldn't go in. Then, I took my dollar to the coffee-cart guy to get a pop out of his cooler, but he locked it and said he was closed. So I walked back to my table, fished three quarters out of my purse (I hate spending change!) and went back to the first pop machine. I put in my change and pressed the button for a Coke - sold out. I pressed the second button for a Coke Zero - sold out. I did the same for a Diet Coke - sold out. So on and so on until I got to the last button, which gave me a Black Cherry Vanilla Coke. I didn't even know those existed, but now I know why they shouldn't. Whoever invented that flavor should be kicked in the berries.

Needless to say, by this time I was pissed, and I started yelling at the frightened lady next to me, 'what the hell is wrong with this place? I just want a fucking pop!' She turned around (probably to reach for her mace) and I ran away. Then I spilled my Black Cherry Vanilla Coke, that it took me 20 minutes to get, on my computer. Laptops are waterproof, right?

I should probably go home but I still have to go to Admin. Yay.

Meet Duke Dog

Okay, since I got shit for the last post, here is one that has nothing to do with slapping women with goat strips.

Here is our dog, Dukie:
He is an 8 year old ball of energy. He likes to herd the cows in the neighbor's field, but right now the cows have ganged up on him and won't let him under the fence. He also loves treats and has figured out that, since he usually gets a treat when he sits and shakes, if he sits and puts his paw up in the air, he might get another one. I'm thinking about making him the ring-bearer at our wedding, but he has a bit of a drooling problem and he might make a mess. He'd look cute in a little tux collar, though.

To see where Duke Dog grew up before he came to us:

http://illaheeranch.com/index.php

Obligatory V-day post

Valentine's Day has traditionally been one of my least favorite holidays because everytime I had a boyfriend and thought I might get to celebrate it with someone other than my mom, he managed to break up with me beforehand, then somehow convince me to get back together afterwards. Thankfully, I've been able to celebrate with the same sweetie for four years now, so my view of this day has greatly improved.

In honor of this day, I thought I would share some of the history of V-day (thank you History Channel):

One legend says that Valentine's Day was created by the Catholic church in response to the Romans' naughty ways. The Romans would have a festival where members of the Luperci, an order of Roman priests, would gather at the sacred cave where the infants Romulus and Remus, the founders of Rome, were believed to have been cared for by a she-wolf or lupa. The priests would then sacrifice a goat, for fertility, and a dog, for purification.

The boys would then slice the goat's hide into strips, dip them in the sacrificial blood and take to the streets, slapping both women and fields of crops with the goathide strips. Roman women apparently liked this because it was believed the strips would make them more fertile in the coming year. Later in the day, all the young women in the city would place their names in a big urn. The city's bachelors would then each choose a name out of the urn and become paired for the year with his chosen woman. These matches often ended in marriage. Pope Gelasius declared February 14 St. Valentine's Day around 498 A.D. The Roman 'lottery' system for romantic pairing was deemed un-Christian and outlawed.

Interesting.

I Suck at Being a Vegetarian

I recently decided that it's never too early to start getting in shape for the big day. I haven't worked out in way too long, and I ate nothing but sugar over Christmas break, so my first decision was to eat more healthy stuff. Since meat and sugar makes my tummy feel bad, I decided to try not eating any for a while. Here's how it's been going:

-this past week I've had soup with sausage, a hamburger, some steak, chili and chicken.
-the other night I had seven caramel-pecan bars
-I have ribs in the fridge that my mom made, and I plan on eating those because, you know, there are starving kids in Ethiopia and I'm pretty sure it's a sin to throw away food.

Maybe this next week will go better.

So far today...

I slept through my alarm, then dumped half a can of cappucino powder on myself. Not on purpose.

Happy Birthday, Captain

This past weekend, I took the Captain out for his birthday (he's 63 or something like that). Some of my friends came along - "Gus Buskansky," "Anastasia BeaverHausen," and "Anastasia's man." (No real names here!) We pre-funked with some jaeger and vodka (really shouldn't have), then went for dinner and a show of the pole-dancing variety, and just as I was thinking, 'oh good, i don't see anybody i recognize,' I meet the gaze of someone from my E-law class (no, not the funkster, although I would have been less surprised). He shrugged his shoulders and put his arms up in the air as if to say, 'where the hell am I? I don't know how I got here!'

Then we got a ride from a methadone-addicted cabbie to Devil's Point and watched some freaky go-go dancer chick rap group with about a hundred other people. At some point Gus disappeared to go have a spaz attack in the parking lot, but Gus was eventually found and the Captain and I hitched a ride home. It was a fun night - one that my parents would be proud to read about, I'm sure.

p.s.
In class this week, E-law introduced himself and said he doesn't know why everybody asks him where to find some good steak and tits.

Randy's in law school

There's a person in a couple of my classes who looks like Randy Quaid. And she's a girl.

No Food in the Library Bitches!

I was eating my dinner in the front part of the library (the loud part where the herd giggles about their Duran-Duran collection) when some large blond girl came over and said 'um, excuuuse me, but there is no food in the library so you'll have to move to Wood Hall.' I said, 'what are you talking about? Everyone eats in here!' She then said that she was aware of that and that the librarians were going to start a smack-down. She went away and came back with a little sticky note that she stuck to my table that says 'Please ---- NO FOOD in the library. Thank you for your cooperation.' I'm guessing she knows the meaning of the term passive-aggressive.

The librarians are gettin' serious, people! Alex, that means you can't eat your huge bag o' lunch in there anymore. Sorry.

This Week in Wills & Trusts

Right now we're talking about wives adopting their husbands so that a husband will be considered a child for the purpose of intestate succession. The result? Legally, Mommy is getting it on with her kid. I thought that only happened in the South.