Showing posts with label grad school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grad school. Show all posts

Saturday, February 25, 2012

After the Pause

As you can see, I recently took a nice long hiatus from blogging. What have I been up to, you ask? Actually, quite a lot. Here's a quick visual summary to catch you up:

I ran the Marine Corps Marathon - my 7th and The Hubs' 1st!
We celebrated our first wedding anniversary. Old cake! Yum!
We met Tom Selleck at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Fund Gala.
What a fox! (And a nice guy)
We got all shnazzed up for the Marine Corps Birthday Ball
I graduated with my Master's degree in Library & Information Science!
We spent Christmas in California,
(image from viwephotos.info/)
And found out that we'll be living apart for another year :(
(image from www.futurity.org)
I've been trying to stop the house from crumbling around me.
(Just kidding...kind of...)
Of course I've been hanging out with the pups!
And having snuggy snugs with Ziggy.
I'm still cooking a lot...
And finding things to organize...
And I'm keeping busy with work!
 Here I am at a recent Cocky's Reading Express event. So fun!
So there you have it. My recent life in a few snapshots. Looking forward to filling you in on the details now that life is settling back down again.

Cheers,

Sarah



Thursday, July 28, 2011

The Order In Which I Neglect Things:

  1. Blogging (sorry folks)
  2. Anything and everything that could be considered a "domestic art"
  3. Exercise
  4. Sleep
  5. Personal hygiene
  6. Sanity
Only seven more days until the end of the summer semester.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

The Return of Hot Tub Sarah

A while ago, when my friendship with Keekes was still just a spring bud peeking out of the awakening earth (ok, enough of that), I found out that her husband had taken to calling me "Hot Tub Sarah," since there are always a lot of Sarah's around, and we just happen to have a hot tub at our house. I actually like it. I think it's kind of catchy.

Unfortunately, we never really use our hot tub. We never really even go around to the side of the house where it sits, cold and silent, yearning to give warmth and comfort to some grateful companions (seriously, what is my deal today). That is, until last night.

After working for five hours, and then working on a school assignment for another eight hours straight as soon as I got home, I was in desperate need of something. Something to calm my frazzled brain and make me less of a bear to be around. And then I remembered: Hot Tub!

It was lovely. It was lulling. It was everything I hoped it would be. With my glass of wine and box of wheat thins, I slowly returned from a crazed grad student to a normal human being. With so much left to do before the end of the semester, I have a lot more hot tubbing in my future.

Cheers,

Sarah

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Time Out

Well by now you should all realize that I'm quite the "joiner." Whether it's a fun get-together with friends, a volunteer opportunity, something extra at work, special school events and lectures, etc., I will almost always say "yes!" The upside to this is that I meet a lot of great people, have a lot of fun, learn a lot of new things, and gain some great experience. The downside is that there are only so many hours in a day, and when you say "yes" to everything you can easily end up having something planned for every waking moment. I have not yet learned the art of steadily balancing when to join in and when to politely decline, because it all sounds so interesting and I really would like to do everything. I enjoy having a busy schedule, but sometimes I just have to give myself a Time Out.

This week is Spring Break and, like always, there are so many wonderful opportunities that my "week off" was swiftly becoming even busier than a normal week. It all started last Friday, when I had a morning meeting with my mentor, followed by a Relay For Life team meeting, running errands, and then meeting a friend for dinner and the ballet. Saturday and Sunday were spent running more errands, working on school assignments, getting a haircut, going to a dinner party, and driving to Charleston and back for the Army Wives premier party. Monday I left bright and early for a two-day trip to rural Hampton County with Cocky's Reading Express. We did eight literacy events in those two days, meeting thousands of young students and their parents, waking up super early and driving back and forth all over the state. All of these things were awesome and exhausting in a wonderfully fulfilling way.

Once I got back from the CRE trip Tuesday night, I made a valiant effort to continue being productive, even rearranging and cleaning our guest room as soon as I got home. Then I sat down in front of the computer to check my email, and when I saw the hundreds of new messages needing responses, I hit my limit. My brain had finally crossed over from energizing stimulation to plain old overstimulation, and I just could not make myself sort through everything. It was Time Out time. Wednesday I got up as usual, fed the animals...and then did absolutely nothing for many, many hours. I sat on the couch, watched TV, read magazines, snuggled with my pets, and did not change out of my pajamas until four o'clock in the afternoon. It was delicious.

But then I got dressed, and played with the dogs, and cleaned up the yard, and exercised for an hour and a half, and went back to checking things off my revolving to-do list. Kids never appreciate Time Outs, but as an adult, I have come to realize that the ability to give self Time Outs is an art and a virtue. And a sanity saver. Thanks to my day of unapologetic slothfulness, I am now ready to tackle the rest of the week, which will consist of a lot of school work, and dealing with many more Loose Ends.

Do you give yourself Time Outs? Or have you actually figured out how to have a balanced life so you don't need them? What are some of the best ways you've found to "re-charge" if you can take a whole day, half day, an hour, or only 15 minutes? I'm always up for trying something new! ;)

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Don't Rub Your Eye After Eating Wasabi Peas, and Other Life Lessons

Actually, that's the only life lesson I have for you today. But trust me, it's important enough to stand on it's own!

Lazy Sunday today...or more accurately Procrastination Sunday. For some reason I just cannot light a fire under my butt to knock out some of this school work. I woke up with all intentions of being productive. I went to church and helped out with the children's program for the first time, which was really fun and a good introduction to the dynamic of all the little personalities. I'm hoping to practice doing some story times for them at some point this semester, since I'm required to "perform" for a real-live group as one of my assignments (it's for a class called Library Programming for Children and Young Adults). We worked on an activity about the "story of stuff," tracing where all the stuff that we buy and use and throw away comes from, what goes into making it, and the human and environmental impact of it all. I attend a Unitarian Universalist church that is very much focused on making the world a better place through social action and realizing that we're all interconnected and have a responsibility toward one another and the earth. We learned about products like jewelry, cell phones, lotion and makeup, and cotton t-shirts. Did you know that it takes 256 gallons of water just to make one t-shirt? Well now you do.

Per our new Sunday tradition, The Hubs and I then went to a local diner for brunch, and then stopped by the grocery store. When we got home I put the groceries away and came right out to my office to get to work. The Hubs said he was going to vacuum and clean all the floors in the house. Didn't we sound so productive? Well...as soon as I sat down at my computer, I could barely keep my eyes open. And the couch across the room looked so comfortable...and there was a stack of clean quilts right next to it just waiting to be cuddled up under...and the door was open to this beautiful weather we had today...and the birds were chirping and there was a soft breeze wafting in. The whole world was set up in that moment for me to have The Perfect Nap. And when you are blessed with The Perfect Nap, you'd better darn well take advantage of it, because life doesn't get much more delicious than that. So I did. And then I woke up two hours later to our dogs terrorizing some passers by, also very much enjoying the day (our dogs, not the passers by...at least not while they were being barked at incessantly). I went inside, feeling guilty for not getting anything done. But then I looked at the floors. And I noticed all the little tumbleweeds of pet hair still blowing around by my feet, and the dirt on the kitchen tile. And then I heard the sounds of a video game marathon coming from the man room.

So if I'm headed to hell on a road paved with good intentions, at least I'm not going alone.