I have come to the conclusion that being a PhD student and conducting research primarily consists of pimping out my study in the hopes that I'll get enough responses to actually write a dissertation.
So I'm asking any of you that actually read this blog: do you know any system administrators? Does your significant other know any system administrators? Basically, these are the guys that keep your work computer and network up and running. If you know one, I would be absolutely thrilled if you would point them to my online survey here:
http://www.questionbuilder.com/console/TakeSurvey?id=38817
It only takes about 30 minutes for them to complete and they could win a new iPod. And I will love you - and them - forever.
Thanks!
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
Tag - I'm it
Sorry it's been so long, kids. Since passing my orals, I've driven from New York to Tucson (thanks for joining me, Brett!), gone to Vegas for the weekend (my mom wanted to see my hubby - so cute), and now I'm in Dallas all week for a conference. Seriously, all I want to do is unpack.
But in the meantime, Julia tagged me, which apparently means I have to come up with seven things to say about myself and then tag six other people.
1. I am getting old. And I don't mean chronologically old (though that's true, too); I mean physically fall apart old. I just don't bounce anymore. (Remember how great it is when you're young and fall down? You just bounce.) It takes me months to recover from car accidents and weeks to feel better after pulling a muscle. Or yawning too big. I don't even know how I'm going to be able to handle pregnancy or motherhood... Can my body really handle all of that?
2. I stress way too much. About everything. And I'm fairly certain living in New York for those four months only made things worse. (Xavier says I'm much better since moving back home.) And how does my body deal with stress? It falls apart, which I'm sure goes hand-in-hand with me getting old. I have shingles for the second time in 15 months. Ugh... luckily, trusty number 3 helps pull me through and calm me down:
3. I love me some trash TV at the end of a long day. Girls Next Door, The Hills, Real Housewives of Orange County... I Love New York. Okay, so maybe that last one is just a train wreck and I can't change the channel once I land on it, but still. I know it's stupid, but that's sort of the point. It distracts me and gets my brain to shut off for a bit.
4. As much as I love movie night, I just can't handle scary movies. Ever. I think the last one I saw was in junior high and I couldn't sleep for a week. Oh wait - I did see Event Horizon in college and liked it, but again, couldn't sleep for a week. I'm a serious chicken and any opening weekend for horror flicks turns into boys' night out. (Don't worry about me: I'm watching my trash TV and eating ice cream.)
5. I love reading books. Scratch that. I love pleasure reading. Reading for research or for my dissertation just isn't relaxing. When I finally do take a break from school and work, the vacation doesn't officially start until I'm reading a book... and the funny thing is, I'll read it as fast as I can so I can move on to the rest of my vacation. I don't get it, either.
6. For those of you that have seen "When Harry Met Sally," you'll know what I mean when I say that I think I might be the worst kind of girl: I'm high maintenance but I think I'm low maintenance. I really always thought I was low maintenance - and I do think I was low maintenance back in the day - but I'm having to acknowledge evidence to the contrary. I'm picky with food, I like the towels folded a certain way, I think Speedway is the best way to get across Tucson (Xavier is laughing at this one), and I can get moody. Poor Xav.
7. I have the best family ever. Especially Xavier. I don't know how he puts up with all of my crap and still thinks he's lucky to be with me. He's incredibly supportive, he's tons of fun, he lets me pick what we eat, and he even takes Speedway when we're going across town just because he knows it makes more sense to me. (No, really... I noticed it last week. Whenever we go anywhere on the east side, he takes Speedway now.) Then there's my mom. I swear, she's even more convinced than I am that I'm falling apart. She's always calling to check on me and I'm pretty sure I'm on every temples' prayer roll. Tiffany is hilarious, has the cutest little girl ever, and is kind enough to help me rent my house out. Brett is cool enough to marry my favoritest person ever (thanks for not ruining family parties!) and crazy enough to fly to New York just to drive back to Tucson with me - in 3 days. And Tim is tons of fun, but needs to come visit me in Arizona. :)
7 1/2. I completely make fun of people that call their pets their kids, but our dogs are great. There's nothing better than coming home after an icky day to a puppy that is just so excited to see you and play with you.
So I'll tag: Xavier, Justin, Myr, Mom, Tiffany, and Lauren.
But in the meantime, Julia tagged me, which apparently means I have to come up with seven things to say about myself and then tag six other people.
1. I am getting old. And I don't mean chronologically old (though that's true, too); I mean physically fall apart old. I just don't bounce anymore. (Remember how great it is when you're young and fall down? You just bounce.) It takes me months to recover from car accidents and weeks to feel better after pulling a muscle. Or yawning too big. I don't even know how I'm going to be able to handle pregnancy or motherhood... Can my body really handle all of that?
2. I stress way too much. About everything. And I'm fairly certain living in New York for those four months only made things worse. (Xavier says I'm much better since moving back home.) And how does my body deal with stress? It falls apart, which I'm sure goes hand-in-hand with me getting old. I have shingles for the second time in 15 months. Ugh... luckily, trusty number 3 helps pull me through and calm me down:
3. I love me some trash TV at the end of a long day. Girls Next Door, The Hills, Real Housewives of Orange County... I Love New York. Okay, so maybe that last one is just a train wreck and I can't change the channel once I land on it, but still. I know it's stupid, but that's sort of the point. It distracts me and gets my brain to shut off for a bit.
4. As much as I love movie night, I just can't handle scary movies. Ever. I think the last one I saw was in junior high and I couldn't sleep for a week. Oh wait - I did see Event Horizon in college and liked it, but again, couldn't sleep for a week. I'm a serious chicken and any opening weekend for horror flicks turns into boys' night out. (Don't worry about me: I'm watching my trash TV and eating ice cream.)
5. I love reading books. Scratch that. I love pleasure reading. Reading for research or for my dissertation just isn't relaxing. When I finally do take a break from school and work, the vacation doesn't officially start until I'm reading a book... and the funny thing is, I'll read it as fast as I can so I can move on to the rest of my vacation. I don't get it, either.
6. For those of you that have seen "When Harry Met Sally," you'll know what I mean when I say that I think I might be the worst kind of girl: I'm high maintenance but I think I'm low maintenance. I really always thought I was low maintenance - and I do think I was low maintenance back in the day - but I'm having to acknowledge evidence to the contrary. I'm picky with food, I like the towels folded a certain way, I think Speedway is the best way to get across Tucson (Xavier is laughing at this one), and I can get moody. Poor Xav.
7. I have the best family ever. Especially Xavier. I don't know how he puts up with all of my crap and still thinks he's lucky to be with me. He's incredibly supportive, he's tons of fun, he lets me pick what we eat, and he even takes Speedway when we're going across town just because he knows it makes more sense to me. (No, really... I noticed it last week. Whenever we go anywhere on the east side, he takes Speedway now.) Then there's my mom. I swear, she's even more convinced than I am that I'm falling apart. She's always calling to check on me and I'm pretty sure I'm on every temples' prayer roll. Tiffany is hilarious, has the cutest little girl ever, and is kind enough to help me rent my house out. Brett is cool enough to marry my favoritest person ever (thanks for not ruining family parties!) and crazy enough to fly to New York just to drive back to Tucson with me - in 3 days. And Tim is tons of fun, but needs to come visit me in Arizona. :)
7 1/2. I completely make fun of people that call their pets their kids, but our dogs are great. There's nothing better than coming home after an icky day to a puppy that is just so excited to see you and play with you.
So I'll tag: Xavier, Justin, Myr, Mom, Tiffany, and Lauren.
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