I was on the floor

Notes from today: 

I don't put my hand over my heart for the National Anthem, and I don't say the Pledge of Allegiance. It's not about disrespect, it's about not going in for nationalist ideologies.

Bones that have been sitting in bags for fifty years have lots of dust. That dust feels really, really gross on my hand.

I think it's time to trade in my bright pink terry cloth bathrobe for something a little more... adult. I'm ready to embrace the sexy me.

People that forgive lapses in my memory make me really, really happy.

I remembered today how much I love kids' books: a lot. It makes me very happy that my children will have many books at their disposal.

I'm not sure yet what I'm going to do for Joseph for Valentine's Day.

Also, I've decided to stop hating Valentine's Day, because that's the day Joseph and I decided to become a couple (although the timing was unintentional, since neither of us remembered that it was that particular holiday until eight or so that evening).

I hate the way tuxedos look. Just so everyone knows.

Joe and I went on a real date this week. Sushi and drinks and pool. It was so, so fun. And super delicious sushi.

I think maybe making brownies with a little bit of coffee in the batter would be the most delicious thing ever.

I still can't find my camera, and my heart is more than a little bit broken.

I really, really like working at the anthropology lab.

I've been listening to all the songs on my ipod in alphabetical order. I started... Tuesday. I'm at "The Autobiographical Grandpa," which is 330 songs in. (I have allowed myself to skip, though, especially because I have a number of audiobooks on it.)

I'm quite looking forward to wearing cute dresses this spring.

We made chicken enchiladas last night, and they were probably the best enchiladas I've ever had, in my entire life.

I would very much like to go camping.

I stumbled upon a picture of my wedding invitation the other day, and I am still really proud of it.

I freaking love it when people bring their kids onto campus. I do not see children on a regular enough basis. Except my nieces - they're neat.

If I was brave and very artistic (and had a ton of money) I'd design a sleeve tattoo for my arm.

I just started Women in Love by D.H. Lawrence, and I'm already loving it just from the foreword.

Tomorrow is for adventuring and homework.