<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:25:30.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RejectNull</title><subtitle type='html'>In my world, rejection is a good thing! Well...most of the time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>234</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-3429464000896636756</id><published>2008-02-27T16:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T16:54:38.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>too funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Recipe For Statgirl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/drink.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts Brilliance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 parts Desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 part Friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splash of Nonconformity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limit yourself to one serving. This cocktail is strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's the Recipe for Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-3429464000896636756?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/3429464000896636756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=3429464000896636756&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/3429464000896636756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/3429464000896636756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2008/02/too-funny.html' title='too funny'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-430325889431937964</id><published>2008-02-18T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T19:38:05.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better late, then never.....  this is so me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Candy Heart Says "Get Real"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/get-real.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a bit of a cynic when it comes to love.&lt;br /&gt;You don't lose your head, and hardly anyone penetrates your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal Valentine's Day date: is all about the person you're seeing (with no mentions of v-day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: honest and even slightly sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What turns you off: romantic expectations and "greeting card" holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you're hot: you don't just play hard to get - you are hard to get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Candy Heart Say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-430325889431937964?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/430325889431937964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=430325889431937964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/430325889431937964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/430325889431937964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2008/02/better-late-then-never-this-is-so-me.html' title='Better late, then never.....  this is so me.'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-954783061058959246</id><published>2008-02-02T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T12:10:55.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons of Change</title><content type='html'>I originally typed the title of "On Leaving" in this entry ...but then decided that that entry is still brewing. I have a multitude of thoughts on leaving this place, this job, and this lifestyle..not ready to spill my guts on that one just yet. So rather than focus on the leaving, I've chosen to write about the changes and focus on the positive. [Hhhmmm....I guess that last sentence indicates that there are some negatives to the leaving part--there are ....but not all negatives for me, some are just negatives about this place, job, and lifestyle....so things that are good to be leaving..but I digress again.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how about those changes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've decided it's time to work a little on my personal life. Kind of ironic that the words "I've decided" actually sound like I've taken control of this.... not really how it happened at all. Maybe it's not even really working on my personal life; but rather just letting things grow in my personal life without quashing them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So in a relatively short period of time (within the last six months) I have:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fallen in love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Applied and gotten a new job that is at a big research university but is not a tenure track job like the current spot. (Mr. Big saw a job posting that 'looked kind of like what I do')&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decided to take said job and move 700 miles away from current location but happily is within 50 miles of good friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;. . . And within 2 miles of Mr. Big ... so also made decision to move in with Mr. Big.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took Mr. Big home over the holidays and told family that I have taken new job and will be moving in with Mr. Big. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Returned for the new semester and informed everyone it will be my last semester here. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seems a bit ridiculous to bullet point them as they have obviously been major life changing events for me...complete with ups and downs that have stretched my tiny emotional range. So more on the details later.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-954783061058959246?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/954783061058959246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=954783061058959246&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/954783061058959246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/954783061058959246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2008/02/seasons-of-change.html' title='Seasons of Change'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-6697945726217682982</id><published>2008-01-31T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T15:08:34.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Editing and Making Changes</title><content type='html'>Today I made a small change in my "About Me" section--I changed the word 'starting' to 'ending' in front of the phrase 'first tenure-track job'. Big changes are a comin' and I feel the need to blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apprently blogging is way for me to deal with the changes in front of me as seen by the sparodic postings over the past few years. First a job search, then a move to another state, buying a house, and starting a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it will be leaving that job, leaving academe, selling that house, moving to another state, and starting a new non-tenure track job, and the impetus for it all--&gt; &lt;a href="http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2007/07/mrbig.html"&gt;Mr. Big&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is hard; but change can be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-6697945726217682982?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/6697945726217682982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=6697945726217682982&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/6697945726217682982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/6697945726217682982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2008/01/editing-and-making-changes.html' title='Editing and Making Changes'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-5884609164241447189</id><published>2007-09-03T12:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:38:16.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess where I have been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n13McDCQYMc/RtxEqu8mUkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SV4HusT8A3Q/s1600-h/BP3.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n13McDCQYMc/RtxEWO8mUjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VFppclRyGMk/s1600-h/BP3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106031226291376690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n13McDCQYMc/RtxEWO8mUjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VFppclRyGMk/s320/BP3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n13McDCQYMc/RtxD9-8mUiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6txPrujGVKg/s1600-h/BP7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106030809679548962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n13McDCQYMc/RtxD9-8mUiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6txPrujGVKg/s320/BP7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I saw lots of interesting places....  however the internet was not good so there was no blogging from this location.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-5884609164241447189?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/5884609164241447189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=5884609164241447189&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/5884609164241447189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/5884609164241447189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2007/09/guess-where-i-have-been.html' title='Guess where I have been?'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n13McDCQYMc/RtxEWO8mUjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VFppclRyGMk/s72-c/BP3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-4749094483446279740</id><published>2007-08-23T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T23:51:54.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of teaching</title><content type='html'>Today I met both of my classes for the first time and things went well.  I really like my doctoral seminar class --it's a great group of students who are really interested in the topic.  I'm going to look forward to this group each week.  My other class was fine...except for the mob outside the door hoping to get a seat...even though I've had a sign on my door for a week saying the course was closed.  # of seats = # of butts--can't change that math. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...I will be flying over the big bond in less than 48 hours.  I'm so not ready or willing for this trip..but it is going to happen anyway.  At least the paper I'm presenting is done.....still need to make a flashy powerpoint to show of my less than stellar findings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy statgirl needs some ZZZZzzzzzz........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-4749094483446279740?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/4749094483446279740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=4749094483446279740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/4749094483446279740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/4749094483446279740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-day-of-teaching.html' title='First day of teaching'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-94936908986731363</id><published>2007-08-15T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T18:47:01.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>T minus 1....</title><content type='html'>Until the official beginning of the academic year...in terms of contract anyway since classes do not begin for another week.  However, there are students swarming back into town and onto campus....Target and Walmsrt and no longer safe places to shop.   Tomorrow is the first meeting o' the year.   Did I mention how much I love to go to meetings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a day o' questions:  "What classes should I take?"  " How long do I have to make up my incomplete?"  "What books are we using?"   "What do you want to teach in the Spring?"  "Do you want a website for your courses?"   "Can I get into class X which is closed?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile in my world, I spend the morning on the phone trying to track down a location which would get me foreign currency in less than 2 weeks---sometimes I forget I am not living in a large city.  Clearly I put off this task too long..but finally found a bank that could help me out.   Not that this issue is taken care of and I also found my passport (took an hour and half ) all the little details are ready for the trip across the ocean.   Unfortunately the major issue ---finishing the paper I am going to present--is not yet complete.  Will be spending some long hours this weekend working on that issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and syllabi need to be finished (actually just updated as I plan no major overhauls for courses I have taught before).  Trying to figure out what my students will be doing/reading while I am away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need a little relaxation this evening.....before it all begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-94936908986731363?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/94936908986731363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=94936908986731363&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/94936908986731363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/94936908986731363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2007/08/t-minus-1.html' title='T minus 1....'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-6256229631240886163</id><published>2007-08-13T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:17:20.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again</title><content type='html'>Arrived home today around 2:30 and actually completed a couple of errands this afternoon before discovering that a local restaurant has half price appetizers and drinks.  The best news of all is that the temperature here is 8 degrees lower and the humidity is half what it was in undergrad city.   Sat outside on the patio at the restaurant!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time with MrBig....will see him again in just 4 weeks.  Meanwhile, I may hyperventilate thinking about all the things that must be completed during that time period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-6256229631240886163?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/6256229631240886163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=6256229631240886163&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/6256229631240886163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/6256229631240886163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2007/08/home-again.html' title='Home again'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-1028824079796409454</id><published>2007-08-10T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T11:05:29.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MrBig and the Fortune Cookie</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my first full day back in undergrad city. MrBig and I went out for Chinese at lunch. We opened up our fortune cookies and, of course applied the requisite "in bed" wording at the end of the fortunes. Frustrated because the 'in bed' rule just didn't work at all for my fortune, I looked up at MrBig from who had lost all color in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His fortune: “Look around yourself. Your answer is nearby.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, turn the paper over for your chinese lesson; his word was 'boyfriend'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't make this shit up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-1028824079796409454?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/1028824079796409454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=1028824079796409454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/1028824079796409454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/1028824079796409454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2007/08/mrbig-and-fortune-cookie.html' title='MrBig and the Fortune Cookie'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-2169264882055145982</id><published>2007-08-09T14:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T14:48:30.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside Statgirl's Studio</title><content type='html'>As seen chez &lt;a href="http://reassignedtime.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dr. Crazy&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your favorite word? chantilly (French--whipped cream)--the word looks pretty, sounds pretty, and tastes good...what more could you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your least favorite word? The "C" word..hate the sound of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What turns you on? Intelligence and sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What turns you off? detachment (ironic since some have probably used the word to describe me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite curse word? I'm not really a user of curse words...but if I get really angry the most likely to fly is "fuck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What sound or noise do you love? Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What sound or noise do you hate? Sirens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Architectual Engineer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What profession would you not like to attempt? Counseling Psychologist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick back, have a martini and enjoy the afterlife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-2169264882055145982?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/2169264882055145982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=2169264882055145982&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/2169264882055145982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/2169264882055145982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2007/08/inside-statgirls-studio.html' title='Inside Statgirl&apos;s Studio'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-4327383479879501365</id><published>2007-08-09T07:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T09:49:42.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs, Undergrad City, and Life as a solo girl</title><content type='html'>Back to undergrad city last night with a stop on the way to visit GB and DA. Actually, mainly to see the office dog who has cancer; she is on good pain meds now and if you didn't know she was sick you wouldn't be able to tell (well, except for the vomit when the pain meds upset her tummy). This is a huge improvement over 4 weeks ago when GB and DA thought she was in her last days. Too many tears during that trip to old city. Even though it may have been the last time I will see office dog, it wasn't as sad to say good-bye because she was doing so much better. We take our cues from the pet and she is looking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival in undergrad city, I was greeted by 2 more dogs---who I am sure will be very happy that I am staying home with them today while MrBig goes to work. I'm experienced at mid-day doggie naps and find it to be a perfect working environment. It doesn't contribute to productivity much; however it does remind me of kindergarten days and afternoon nap time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news related to MrBig: we have plans for the next 3 months to see each other for few days here and there. We have been talking about holidays as well. Solo girl that I am, surprisingly thinking into the future isn't scaring me that much. Maybe it is because I know that he lives several hundred miles away. However, I think that even if we lived in the same location this time it wouldn't be making me run. Maybe this time we will get it right; and we just were not meant to be together in our twenties. It's hard to figure out which one of us has changed more; however other times I look at MrBig and think to myself that we haven't changed at all. I don't know for certain about MrBig but I know that in my twenties, I wasn't meant to be with anyone, just couldn't do it... but not for lack of trying. If anyone had had a chance back then it would have been MrBig but I didn't let anyone get that chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I changed that much now that I am in my thirties? In some ways, I am a completely different person. The career goals or grad school goals that were convenient excuses 10 years ago to stay out of relationships (or even good excuses to use to get out of a relationship once I was in it) are gone. I'm doing what I love, no dreams or wishes to change that. But have I become such a solo girl that there isn't any room for someone else? MrBig kind of takes up a lot of space. I'm not sure yet and one of the nice things is that I'm not getting any pressure to decide that right now because MrBig has some similar questions about himself as well. So where does that leave us? ....spending some time together and enjoying each others company and for right now the fact that we live hundreds of miles apart isn't the issue du jour. I'm looking forward to the next 4 days of life in undergrad city. More updates and thoughts to follow....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-4327383479879501365?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/4327383479879501365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=4327383479879501365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/4327383479879501365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/4327383479879501365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2007/08/dogs-undergrad-city-and-life-as-solo.html' title='Dogs, Undergrad City, and Life as a solo girl'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-930641634372835514</id><published>2007-08-05T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T00:01:03.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>I only stepped out of my house once this entire weekend.  I arrive home on Friday afternoon around 4:30 and since then I have been inside...mostly in my PJ's sitting in front of the television and playing games on my laptop.  Pathetic, I know, but required hiding from the world.   It's all going to start going again very soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one trip outside was to take the trash out today-I was productive inside:  cleaned out the fridge, the litter box--all things that had to go outside.   Also did some laundry today--so what had to be done got done and I am ready for the week.  Only 2 days in the office and then off to undergrad city to see MrBig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-930641634372835514?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/930641634372835514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=930641634372835514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/930641634372835514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/930641634372835514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2007/08/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-9194213403900121801</id><published>2007-08-01T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T22:16:46.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>August!  How did that happen?!</title><content type='html'>Don't go away summer (well except for the heat and humidity).  I don't want to go back to school. I'm not ready.  There is more fun, relaxing and sleeping to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly the school year stuff has been creeping back into my life...conference proposals and papers to write, syllabi to plan, etc.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I have one last getaway to visit MrBig for a few days...if I can just finish up a few things before I go.  Things with MrBig are going well via email and phone calls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-9194213403900121801?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/9194213403900121801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=9194213403900121801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/9194213403900121801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/9194213403900121801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2007/08/august-how-did-that-happen.html' title='August!  How did that happen?!'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-2595122919253184659</id><published>2007-07-30T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T20:59:11.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1st 5 day week in a long time...</title><content type='html'>since I've been traveling quite a bit this summer. Today was mostly a day of categorizing, organizing, and prioritizing. Managed to lock the computer up in data analyses three times before giving up and just answering a bunch o' emails that were waiting for replies. I avoided all emails asking about textbook choices for fall, I noticed that the bookstore has the title, auther, and ISBN on the website and if students just aren't bright enough to look that up why should I cut and paste info from my syllabus? I've got more pressing issues to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a standstill with a student working on a proposal, Stu Dent just can't seem to coordinate the research question with the analyses. Now having been through this same issue numerous times with same Stu Dent I'm just not going to break down and walk Stu through it again. This time Stu is just going to have to figure it out on her own. Too cruel? I think not. (but give me 10 minutes and I might rethink it all.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-2595122919253184659?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/2595122919253184659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=2595122919253184659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/2595122919253184659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/2595122919253184659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2007/07/1st-5-day-week-in-long-time.html' title='1st 5 day week in a long time...'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-30555913543727408</id><published>2007-07-29T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T23:37:02.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MrBig</title><content type='html'>I've known MrBig for almost 20 years-we either met in the laundry room of our college dorm or perhaps it was at a band party (yes, I was a band geek), each of us recalls a different meeting. The early years of our aquaintance was dotted with undergraduate cat and mouse games, never really together as a couple but not really apart either. We each had our seperate circles of friends and made the requisite rounds of parties and dating. Sometimes finding each other at the same party, we remained friends. I nearly failed calculus my first semester of college and MrBig tried to convince me to go to class (or at least open the book); but I was in love with my new found freedom and the D I earned in that class wasn't all that tramatic (I was rather proud I was able to pass considering the complete lack of effort.) MrBig took school much more seriously than I and I am sure he has a significantly higher GPA as result. We didn't see each other much the last year of college, but very soon into my first semester of grad school I got a snail mail letter from MrBig who was also in grad school in a nearby state. We never saw each other that year and it was a difficult year for me--I lost my dad and barely managed to pull high enough grades to transfer back to a grad program at my undergrad u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in undergrad u city, I resumed my carefree bar frequenting lifestyle and one night I was in my favorite hangout drinking with friends when I ran into MrBig. He had left his grad program, moved back home, and found a job in undergrad city. We started seeing each other but never could really keep it together. Circumstance always seemed to be against us. We found each other again shortly before I left for a year abroad. I even spent my last 5 weeks living with MrBig before I hopped on the plane. That summer was strained. (that's the nicest word I can choose to describe it). It was long year away, but I gave him a second chance when I got home and moved in for a few weeks. Things started out well, but ended up off track again. By the time I moved into my own place, it was over and my heart was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months later, I met someone else at a halloween party. Shortly after that MrBig started calling, sending cards, and leaving notes. By this point, I was not going to fall for it again, the pattern was clear to me--he seemed to only want me when I wasn't available and when I was available his actions didn't match his words. That year I got 5 cards for Valentine's Day (and none of them were from the person I was dating). Over the next several years, I didn't see or talk to MrBig. I moved out of state and dated another for almost 4 years. However, a few years later I was back in large city close to undegrad city and ran into MrBig again. A few friendly outings, a camping trip and some movies but nothing more at this time. We both met other people and went our separate ways--I went back to school and he got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a few more years--I'm now Dr. Statgirl and in another state and he is divorced-- we talk by email but see each other rarely. Emails fly back and forth and a lunch happens here and then a visit there. We visit each other (now that we live states away) and pretend the mutual attraction isn't there. But it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why will this work now when it wouldn't work before? Considering we couldn't make this work when we lived in close proximity, aren't we the most likely candidates for failure at a distance relationship? But MrBig and I keep coming back together....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently spent 3 days together at the beach. We talked more than we ever have before and we are going to try to make a long distance relationship work. I'm amazed that MrBig is looking at my current location as a possibility for his future--I never thought he would move away from the area of undergrad city. The more we talk I'm finding that my perceptions of MrBig have often been incorrect. I think he is finding the same to be true about some of his perceptions of me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Men are the like the New York Time sunday Crossword puzzle--tricky, complicated, and you're never really sure you got the right answer." --Carrie Bradshaw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-30555913543727408?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/30555913543727408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=30555913543727408&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/30555913543727408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/30555913543727408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2007/07/mrbig.html' title='MrBig'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-6327369937902672884</id><published>2007-07-28T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T23:56:46.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Evening gathering was fine...food, fun, and games. The great game table in my dining room was finaally baptized with a rousing game of "tri-bond". What do the barrier reef, Alexander, and frosted flakes have in common? --"They're greeeaaatt!" Yes, that was actually a cheesy question I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen for the Smirnoff tea drinks--especially the lemon. They are even better on the beach! However, we also had a more civilized rose d'anjou that was also quite tasty with the apps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally unpacked my bag from the beach --kind of hoping that I wasn't really home until it got unpacked---but eventually one must unpack and wash the clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I plan to sleep in, read the Potter and play some Warcraft and rest up for some serious work that needs to happen this next week if I am to say that anything was accomplished this summer. The complete lack of structure these past 2 months has been horrible for me, nothing academic accomplished which is not good for pre-tenure me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-6327369937902672884?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/6327369937902672884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=6327369937902672884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/6327369937902672884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/6327369937902672884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2007/07/evening-gathering-was-fine.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-1629696397557936535</id><published>2007-07-28T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T13:10:12.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving...</title><content type='html'>Not me this time, but Dr. Dice, my closest friend in new job city.   I knew her before I moved here and we knew our time together would most likely be short.  She has a great new job 2 states away and the movers are coming next week.  So, tonight we gather and eat and drink and laugh.   I will miss having her and the Bryguy across town.   Thankfully, I will get to see her now and then when she comes back to town to visit her children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-1629696397557936535?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/1629696397557936535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=1629696397557936535&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/1629696397557936535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/1629696397557936535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2007/07/moving.html' title='Moving...'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-5011125831891679648</id><published>2007-07-27T10:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T13:37:22.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody is doing it.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rejectnull.mypersonality.info/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to view my Personality Profile page" src="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/0/6313.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really a shocker....except on the multiple intelligences I am surprised that verbal/linguistic is so high (guess it is my foreign language ability)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait--this is interesting :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Population: &lt;a style="COLOR: #0099ff" href="http://www.mypersonality.info/personality-types/population-gender/"&gt;1.5%&lt;/a&gt; (2.5% male, 0.5% female)  [this is for the INTJ type]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhhmmm....guess this proves how strange I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/counters/dBFII5RbVxUc8nBdc3bMDTvNxh8YPCZT0EgEosybDqo_GASRAGTIbF1t6cXy8UEuqTmQHUkcYBuKEPDGIaIG6WSwBU7803K9f2l-Ih7-b0AysACA5JQ61fIzugGTgkwt.tif" width="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-5011125831891679648?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/5011125831891679648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=5011125831891679648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/5011125831891679648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/5011125831891679648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2007/07/rejectnull.html' title='Everybody is doing it.....'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-2279523171552744936</id><published>2007-07-27T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:38:17.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics from the beach...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n13McDCQYMc/Rqn_7I4-xQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/I9o3torqSHQ/s1600-h/P1000193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091882245182899458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n13McDCQYMc/Rqn_7I4-xQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/I9o3torqSHQ/s320/P1000193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n13McDCQYMc/Rqn_vI4-xPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_wQXzEyn5n0/s1600-h/P1000192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091882039024469234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n13McDCQYMc/Rqn_vI4-xPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_wQXzEyn5n0/s320/P1000192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n13McDCQYMc/Rqn_fo4-xOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ErS3jd0x_-s/s1600-h/P1000539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091881772736496866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n13McDCQYMc/Rqn_fo4-xOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ErS3jd0x_-s/s320/P1000539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I would appreciate these scenes nearly as much if I didn't spend all year long in a land locked state...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-2279523171552744936?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/2279523171552744936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=2279523171552744936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/2279523171552744936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/2279523171552744936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2007/07/pics-from-beach.html' title='Pics from the beach...'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n13McDCQYMc/Rqn_7I4-xQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/I9o3torqSHQ/s72-c/P1000193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-5129982387885009894</id><published>2007-07-27T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T09:29:03.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate it when...</title><content type='html'>right as you are about to leave the house it starts pouring rain.   Of course this wouldn't have happened today if the cat hadn't been a pain and ran under the bed when it was time to take her pill.   She must think that I am going to take her back to the KittyCondo and leave her --she just returned from a 2-week stint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-5129982387885009894?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/5129982387885009894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=5129982387885009894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/5129982387885009894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/5129982387885009894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-hate-it-when.html' title='I hate it when...'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-3768124422350771645</id><published>2007-07-26T16:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T16:21:56.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation: RBoC style</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Where have I been for the last 2 weeks?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Back to grad school city and undergrad city trip was 6 days long and was good and bad and sad.  I got to have dinner at my favorite place --mmmm lobster tails with vanilla champagne sauce!  I spent time with friends that I miss very much.  However, I have to admit that since I have moved I have lost a few pounds because I don't spend so much time with them--DA and GB are great cooks!  [err...uhh...could be that I now consume fewer martini's?...nah...must be the food.  ]  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last part of trip was to undergrad city where I saw MrBig again (longtime friend and sometimes lover)--a bit confused about where this ended (see following bullets). Enjoyed just being back in undergrad city.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Back home for 2 days --completely unproductive at the office.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally...GIRL'S WEEKEND at the beach--had a super time with the Stingray Sisters (Blondie and Chick-Fil-A)!  Chick has been very stressed and is finally getting to a happier place, I think.  Blondie needed to get away as well.  We were also joined by Blondie's step daughter who was great fun even though she wasn't feeling that great.   Lots of lounging on the beach and giggling about silly girl stuff. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday the girls left and MrBig came to the beach for my last 3 days.  It was a good 3 days.  We have known each other for nearly 20 years but probably learned more about each other in the last 3 days..... (bigger post brewing here).  Some of the confusion from prior visit to undergrad city was cleared up.  I think I'll be seeing more of MrBig.  :-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Purchased Harry Potter at the airport and was totally engrossed for 2 flights --suddenly I was home.  Harry is going to be my main squeeze for the next few days--love the Potter!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have I mentioned that classes start in a few weeks.......where did summer go??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-3768124422350771645?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/3768124422350771645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=3768124422350771645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/3768124422350771645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/3768124422350771645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2007/07/vacation-rboc-style.html' title='Vacation: RBoC style'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-1259297489394185285</id><published>2007-07-26T16:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T16:07:54.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating my posts?</title><content type='html'>Just logged in to discover that my last 5 posts have disappeared??  Hmmm...I know I haven't been too regular about my getting back into blogging--however, did blogger really hate what I had to say that much?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-1259297489394185285?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/1259297489394185285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=1259297489394185285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/1259297489394185285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/1259297489394185285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2007/07/eating-my-posts.html' title='Eating my posts?'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-840283215143126237</id><published>2007-06-02T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T10:58:12.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondering a return to blogging</title><content type='html'>Well, where have I been?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finishing my first year on the tenure track&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not writing as much as I should&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sitting through way too many meeting (my dept. is way beyond 2 sd on this one)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sitting on the other side of the hiring process&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing too much World of Warcraft&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thinking about my future in a changing department&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Working with students&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading blogs everyday and sometimes commenting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And....... pondering a return to blogging. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe a retun to bloging will help me.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;get into at least some sort of writing routine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;process thoughts about my career ...and life in general&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reestablish contact with bloggy friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-840283215143126237?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/840283215143126237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=840283215143126237&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/840283215143126237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/840283215143126237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2007/06/pondering-return-to-blogging.html' title='Pondering a return to blogging'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-116605720725474523</id><published>2006-12-13T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T19:48:49.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Year in Review Meme</title><content type='html'>As seen &lt;a href="http://huntingformrright.blogspot.com/2006/12/years-worth-of-something-to-say.html"&gt;chez Abby&lt;/a&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January&lt;/strong&gt;: Back to life, back to reality... Wasn't that a song in the 80's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February&lt;/strong&gt;: Things I learned while interviewing&lt;br /&gt;I really LIKE talking about my research and people are actually interested in what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March&lt;/strong&gt;: Status Report&lt;br /&gt;T minus 28 days....&lt;br /&gt;Project X is out the door again (yes, it came back for revisions from another author as I knew it would)--no big deal this time, not such difficult changes to make and I actually wrote a real discussion this time (much better than the previous "this will do for draft #1 discussion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April&lt;/strong&gt;: Dissertation Dump: Part II&lt;br /&gt;Today I delivered the Big D to my committee members. It only took about 2 hours last night to print the beast. All this extra hoopla with sending pages through the printer twice in order to get the tables with horizontal orientation on the page correctly. Then, of course, I made a mistake in the title (geez, of all places!) and had to reprint the 5 title pages this morning before I made deliveries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May&lt;/strong&gt;: It is finally time to take the defense ticker off my page--coming up on 2 weeks since officially getting the PhD. However, I am leaving the exclamation point [Ph.D.!] on my email signature until after graduation this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June&lt;/strong&gt;: 4 days since I'm back from the beach and it's finally time to get a summer routine going. Summer school starts next week and I am suddenly very aware of how little time I have left in Midwest city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July&lt;/strong&gt;: I am a homeowner! I have been for almost 6 whole days....wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August&lt;/strong&gt;: While traveling yesterday to new school city, I received some bad news: Super B, a sometimes commenter here who I knew IRL, was killed in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September&lt;/strong&gt;: One of the toughest things about taking a new job is finding a way to fit into New City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October:&lt;/strong&gt; Back from the conference/vacation with DA and GB. Where did we go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November&lt;/strong&gt;: What is wrong with me? I decided to turn down the &lt;a href="http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/10/at-my-desk.html"&gt;consulting opportunity&lt;/a&gt;. I made my list of pros and cons and just couldn't come up with enough pros to warrent acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December&lt;/strong&gt;: It was a happy birthday to me.....&lt;br /&gt;First birthday celebration in new town was this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow...that was a whirlwind. Interview, job, defended dissertation, new home, beach trip, moving, loss of a friend, trip to Europe, trying to fit in and finally celebrating my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the holidays and then it will be ...."back to life, back to reality" all over again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-116605720725474523?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/116605720725474523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=116605720725474523&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116605720725474523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116605720725474523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/12/year-in-review-meme.html' title='Year in Review Meme'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-116602261294380863</id><published>2006-12-13T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T10:10:12.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>why can't I comment?</title><content type='html'>I can't comment on anyone who has updated to blogger beta.   It says I can use my blogger account to log it but it won't let me.  It won't even let me click other and enter my blogger name (which isn't even a required field)--What is up with Blogger or am I just too stupid??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-116602261294380863?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/116602261294380863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=116602261294380863&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116602261294380863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116602261294380863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-cant-i-comment.html' title='why can&apos;t I comment?'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-116580769124114482</id><published>2006-12-10T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T22:28:11.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it over yet?</title><content type='html'>Finals week starts tomorrow and I am still waiting on 10 final papers to grade.  I guess I should write the final I am giving this week, better make it easy to grade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to 2 holiday gatherings this weekend--so I guess I am gaining some popularity in my new city; however, it still doesn't feel like home.   I'm really looking forward to going back to grad school city for a while--that is still home.  My only guilt about the whole trip is boarding my cat for two weeks---I usually pay a pet sitter to visit my home, but since kitty is now on 2 pills a day and still adjusting to meds, she needs more attention.  However, in kitty world, she would just rather be left alone.  Please keep your fingers crossed with me that she eats while being boarded.  I did book her a room at a fancy place with little mini pet condos---please kitty understand that this is what is best for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have got to start my Christmas shopping...I just couldn't get off the couch today and brave the weekend crowds.  Instead I watched the final 4 episodes of season 1 of Lost and although I have been warned about Season 2, I have next on my Netflix queue.   I also discovered the most ridiculous reality show out there--Celebrety Paranormal Project, today's epidsode was pathetic, the celebs walked away without finishing the mission.  I can't believe I got sucked into watching the entire episode.....how pathetic of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-116580769124114482?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/116580769124114482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=116580769124114482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116580769124114482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116580769124114482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/12/is-it-over-yet.html' title='Is it over yet?'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-116519979080123055</id><published>2006-12-03T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T21:36:30.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a happy birthday to me.....</title><content type='html'>First birthday celebration in new town was this weekend.  I had some new friends over to watch a basketball game in the afternoon and then my neighbor dropped by with a gift which we promptly drank and got silly drunk.  I had to walk her home (3 houses away); I was afraid she would walk into the wrong house.   In the evening I went to dinner with Dr. Dice and her husband and another couple.  I had yummy lobster tails and creme brulee for dessert. Mmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have stayed at home all day--finished up some grading, cleaned floors, and did laundry.  This is the beginning of the last week of classes----tons of grading, but my first semester in new job is defnitely winding down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-116519979080123055?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/116519979080123055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=116519979080123055&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116519979080123055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116519979080123055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-was-happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='It was a happy birthday to me.....'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-116473516778860531</id><published>2006-11-28T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T22:58:05.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll chime in with "grading sucks"!</title><content type='html'>I am so behind on grading that I am having to give an extension to students on their final papers--after all they must get the rough drafts back in time in order to review them and fix them before turning them back to me, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending hours over the weekend researching my kitty's illness; I was just too deflated to tackle grading so I watched hours of season one of LOST---and now I am totally hooked. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on Kitty: I have found a place within 1 hour of my home that will do the radioiodine treatment for $1000--I am waiting to hear about scheduling etc. but I plan to move forward with it if all other things check out. Meanwhile she is on two pills a day mashed up in gravy..mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In work related news: I got 2 proposals out this week so far, but still have one students proposal to look over --dragging my feet on this one since I asked it to be sent to by Nov. 10 and I actually received it on Nove 26.  And, yes, I did just talk about my own inability to meet deadlines, but somehow this one is really bugging me.  Could it be that this is the student who is always at least 15 minutes late to meetings?  the student who doesn't have many relatives left for excuses (my aunt died, my grandma is sick, etc.)?  the student who begged me to let her submit her idea even though she doesn't have the data analysis skills to complete it (hence, I will have to do that part)?  the student who can't seem to manage to get all the articles I requested in week 2 of the semester (gosh ILL really doesn't work well for her)?  the student who is so disorganized she has sent me the exact same article 3 times, stating each time it is the one she was waiting for from ILL (but it is from a journal to which we have an online subscription)?  the student who will be in my class next semester because the 'guy who taught it last year was just too hard and I couldn't figure it out'? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and tomorrow morning the very senior colleague will be late to our research team meeting so I need to get it started ---I don't even know the names of the people on the team yet--could be entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck and keep kitty in good healthy thoughts, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-116473516778860531?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/116473516778860531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=116473516778860531&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116473516778860531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116473516778860531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/11/ill-chime-in-with-grading-sucks.html' title='I&apos;ll chime in with &quot;grading sucks&quot;!'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-116440943147882396</id><published>2006-11-24T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T22:08:55.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty Hyper-T : Anyone have info?</title><content type='html'>My kitty was diagnosed with hyper thyroidism today. Searching on the internet (and according to my vet) I have found that there are three main treatments (1) pills to control it for life (potential side effects) (2) surgery (have ruled this one out ) or (3) radioiodine treatment (expensive and limited treatment sites)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been researching the radioiodine treatment online and it seems that prices range hugely ($800-$2000)--unfortunately, the unofficial report from the site closest to me (3 hours away) is at the upper end. I'm going to check with my vet next week and see if she knows of any other sites closer to me with a more reasonable price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first perscription is being filled tomorrow (I didn't ask the price)--but internet sites are reporting approximately $500/ year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat is 14 years old. I'm wondering about the liklihood of her being on 2 pill a day medication for life. She hates to take pills--I can probably mash them up in the gravy on her food to get them down (if they are 'crushable' pills).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm thinking I should go with the pills for a while and see how she responds while I do some research on the radioiodine treatment and figure out how I will get her twice a day care when I am out of town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-116440943147882396?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/116440943147882396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=116440943147882396&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116440943147882396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116440943147882396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/11/kitty-hyper-t-anyone-have-info.html' title='Kitty Hyper-T : Anyone have info?'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-116395677924261798</id><published>2006-11-19T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T12:21:45.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Negativity in Academe</title><content type='html'>I've been mulling over this post for the last few days and the overriding thought is about all the negativity that seems to be floating around among academics. I originally thought (and sometimes still do) that this negativity stems from competitiveness; however, I have been noticing among my new colleagues that the negativity goes beyond the competitive perfectionistic nature inherent to most academics. I have colleagues who immediately note the negative to any situation--it can be as simple as choosing food for a department luncheon. They are incapable of focusing on what is cost or time effective; rather they will focus on any possible thing they can turn into a negative (i.e. for the food topic: guest perceptions, ordering difficulties, pick-up or delivery, vegetarian options are always the same). I mean totally ridiculous stuff that just. doesn't. matter. (i.e. the guests aren't coming for the food, we have staff to pick-up, we don't even know if we have any vegetarians--if so, won't they just appreciate a vegetarian option?)&lt;br /&gt;But really for me this isn't about the food conversations--that is just an example of how strange it gets around here. It is about any time something good comes along for someone-the majority of the others suddenly feel the need to focus the conversation away from the good news and get the conversation steered toward some negative aspect (which might be remotely related to the good news). Maybe it is just that academics are such solitary self-centered beings that we can't manage to accept anything happening to anyone else but rather focus immediately on what is not happening to us?&lt;br /&gt;I use 'us' loosely here--including myself as an academic--but really hoping I can keep my head above the negativity cess pool brewing in the halls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-116395677924261798?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/116395677924261798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=116395677924261798&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116395677924261798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116395677924261798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/11/negativity-in-academe.html' title='Negativity in Academe'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-116382072329935395</id><published>2006-11-17T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T22:32:03.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Draft of summer research money proposal completed--will need to reread and re-explain and rethink before Thanksgiving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been "reading around" in my field--trying to find a theory to fit the research scenario that I have easy access to.  I think I found something that will work--need to keep on reading.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A stack of 4 articles appeared in my mailbox this morning--example of an application of a statistical technique I've been wanting to learn more about and a colleague thinks his next data project will fit nicely.  Need to find time to read more about this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A stack of papers to grade and a string of emails to read from students regarding final projects/rough drafts, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Returned corrected proofs to journal--can't wait to see it in print.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Invite this morning to participate in conference next fall that I was thinking of skipping.  Need to do some serious thinking about pros/cons of agreeing to this presentation.  How important is "air time" as an assistant prof??  Conference is in good location; but is only two weeks before European conference I plan to attend.  Hhhmmm??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-116382072329935395?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/116382072329935395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=116382072329935395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116382072329935395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116382072329935395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/11/week-in-review.html' title='The Week in Review'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-116355889660008359</id><published>2006-11-14T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:48:16.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On writing, thinking, and grading</title><content type='html'>Writing:  A productive 2 days so far- draft of summer grant proposal completed, but conference proposal not yet finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking:  Reading and new idea formulated for next semester research project--I'm thinking outside my comfort zone and it is a bit scary but exciting at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grading:  Have decided not to work into the wee hours to finish grading my students most recent assignment.  I always hand back things the next week...except this time...how terrible am I making them wait another week...no! Wait! ....waiting two more weeks because next week is a holiday.....mabye I should have graded until the wee hours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-116355889660008359?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/116355889660008359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=116355889660008359&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116355889660008359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116355889660008359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-writing-thinking-and-grading.html' title='On writing, thinking, and grading'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-116355863718857033</id><published>2006-11-14T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:43:57.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Word Meme</title><content type='html'>Everybody else is doing it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yourself: statgirl&lt;br /&gt;2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend: who?&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair: curly&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother: sad&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father: angel&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite item: computer&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night: forgotten&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink: martini&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream car: new&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you are in: new&lt;br /&gt;11. Your ex: materialistic&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fear: failure&lt;br /&gt;13. What you want to be in 10 years: tenured&lt;br /&gt;14. Who you hung out with last night: kitty&lt;br /&gt;15. What you're not: focused&lt;br /&gt;16. Muffins: brownies&lt;br /&gt;17: One of your wish list items: happiness&lt;br /&gt;18: Time: flies&lt;br /&gt;19. The last thing you did: read&lt;br /&gt;20. What you are wearing: sweats&lt;br /&gt;21. Your favorite weather: cool&lt;br /&gt;22. Your favorite book: mystery&lt;br /&gt;23. The last thing you ate: cake&lt;br /&gt;24. Your life: busy&lt;br /&gt;25. Your mood: moody&lt;br /&gt;26. Your best friend (s): supportive&lt;br /&gt;27. What are you thinking about right now: tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;28. Your car: silver&lt;br /&gt;29. What are you doing at the moment: typing&lt;br /&gt;30. Your summer: hectic&lt;br /&gt;31. Your relationship status: what?&lt;br /&gt;32. What is on your tv: cable&lt;br /&gt;33. What is the weather like: cool&lt;br /&gt;34. When is the last time you laughed: today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-116355863718857033?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/116355863718857033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=116355863718857033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116355863718857033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116355863718857033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/11/1-word-meme.html' title='1 Word Meme'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-116318956788549454</id><published>2006-11-10T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T15:14:43.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; FONT: 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; WIDTH: 320px; BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; FONT: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif"&gt;What American accent do you have?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 16px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 4px"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;The Midland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 70%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; COLOR: black; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;"You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent." You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas. You have a good voice for TV and radio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;The Inland North&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 63%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;The Northeast&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 61%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 60%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Boston&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 50%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;The West&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 49%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;The South&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 42%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;North Central&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 32%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 8px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_american_accent_do_you_have"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; American accent do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-116318956788549454?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/116318956788549454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=116318956788549454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116318956788549454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116318956788549454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/11/quiz-time.html' title='Quiz time!!'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-116304274136113172</id><published>2006-11-08T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T22:25:41.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Energized</title><content type='html'>After teaching, I always feel much more energized and ready to face the rest of my work/research/whatever.  Unfortunately this semester, I do not teach until Wednesday so my Monday and Tuesdays tend to be rather unproductive.  Next semester I teach on Monday so maybe the energy will come earlier in the week? However, it is also quite possible I will then fizzle out by Wednesday and waste my Thursday and Fridays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-116304274136113172?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/116304274136113172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=116304274136113172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116304274136113172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116304274136113172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/11/energized.html' title='Energized'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-116284387118020034</id><published>2006-11-06T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T15:11:11.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning labels on candy?</title><content type='html'>Has anyone else noticed this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Candy is a treat.  Please consume in moderation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was inside the wrapper.  ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has this warning always been on candy bars?  Or is there a sudden new awareness in line with coffee cups that say "Caution: Hot beverage"??  How stupid are we as consumers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-116284387118020034?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/116284387118020034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=116284387118020034&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116284387118020034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116284387118020034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/11/warning-labels-on-candy.html' title='Warning labels on candy?'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-116276041366277422</id><published>2006-11-05T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:00:13.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love yardwork?</title><content type='html'>What?  Could it actually be possible that I enjoyed raking the leaves in my yard today? Why, yes!  It felt good to be in &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; yard with &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; rake cleaning up the leaves.  Now I'm hoping it doesn't suddenly get windy tomorrow because I filled my yard waste container and still have random piles of leaves in my backyard that will have to wait until I purchase some yard waste bags tomorrow.   It was a nice moment standing on the back deck looking at those piles of leaves that I raked together.  Not something I ever thought I would enjoy doing, but I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-116276041366277422?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/116276041366277422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=116276041366277422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116276041366277422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116276041366277422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-love-yardwork.html' title='I love yardwork?'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-116251240352612699</id><published>2006-11-02T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:06:43.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>grad student suck up</title><content type='html'>Today I got this email :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr *Statgirl*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My name is "grad student suck-up extraordinaire" and I am a PhD student in the College of (other college than my own).  I see that you will be teaching course X next semester and I have heard that you are incredibly organized and a wonderful instructor for this class.  I know that the class is closed, but may I get your permission to enroll?  I am very interested in learning X; I have enjoyed all my statistics classes.  Thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ---GSSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting that the Stu Dent notes that they have &lt;em&gt;enjoyed&lt;/em&gt; their statistics classes,  this doesn't lead me to believe that they have &lt;em&gt;exceled&lt;/em&gt; at statistics.   However, most importantly, this suck-up student didn't even bother to look me up online and find out that I am featured on my dept. website as a NEW faculty member--hence, all the superfluous flattery was a complete waste of Stu Dent's extraordinary suck-up skills.   This is the first time I am teaching this course and GSSE will not be in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-116251240352612699?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/116251240352612699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=116251240352612699&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116251240352612699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116251240352612699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/11/grad-student-suck-up.html' title='grad student suck up'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-116240603271640519</id><published>2006-11-01T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T13:33:52.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning down extra $$??!!?</title><content type='html'>What is wrong with me?  I decided to turn down the &lt;a href="http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/10/at-my-desk.html"&gt;consulting opportunity&lt;/a&gt;.  I made my list of pros and cons and just couldn't come up with enough pros to warrent acceptance.  And while the extra money would be nice, I am lucky enough to be able to say that I don't actually &lt;em&gt;need &lt;/em&gt;the money.  I am scheduled for summer school which is extra money and I'm working on some research grant stuff which would supplement my income as well as my CV.   The consulting opportunity would have involved some long flights (equivalent to travel overseas because of the juxtaposition of my location and the consulting location)  and I hate trips where the traveling part is actually longer than the stay.  Finally, I also think there is a good chance this opportunity will appear again in the next few semesters and maybe then I will feel differently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...decision made... back to writing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-116240603271640519?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/116240603271640519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=116240603271640519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116240603271640519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116240603271640519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/11/turning-down-extra.html' title='Turning down extra $$??!!?'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-116234989610671418</id><published>2006-10-31T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T21:58:16.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>My very first time having trick or treaters---I've always lived in apartments and never had kids in costume come to the door.  This year my house is decked out in lights and decorations and I handed out lots of candy.  It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, on the work front, I just can't seem to get organized and get things going on any one thing.  Just when I think I have a few moments to get started on something, something else comes up--right now I'm figuring out course concerns (textbook, enrollment issues, etc.) for Spring---how can this take so much time?  I have writing to do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to bed early tonight---early meeting in the morning and I'm exhausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-116234989610671418?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/116234989610671418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=116234989610671418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116234989610671418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116234989610671418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-116223909642028696</id><published>2006-10-30T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T15:11:36.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony</title><content type='html'>All weekend I was thinking about work projects.  Now it is Monday and I am in the office and cannot focus at all on work projects....must be something in the air here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Halloween party was a success for a first party in a new town.  There were some marvelous drinks and the company and costumes were quite entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a day of cleaning and laundry (and thinking about work projects).  And I finally watched Memoirs of a Geisha--what lovely scenary and costumes!  And yes, I still like the book better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about cutting out early and coming up with some fantastic recipe for dinner... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the work thinking bug will strike again when I step into my home???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-116223909642028696?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/116223909642028696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=116223909642028696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116223909642028696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116223909642028696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/10/irony.html' title='Irony'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-116200274241219228</id><published>2006-10-27T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T22:32:22.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession</title><content type='html'>Friday evening 10 pm and all I think about is getting though the weekend and getting into next wekk.   What is wrong with me??    I have a party planned for tomorrow night and expect somewhere between 20 and 30 guests, I have baked snack foods and have my liquor store list and grocery list ready to go for tomorrow morning.  A little decorating in the afternoon and I should be set for the event.  But in the back of my mind, all I can think about are work related items--research projects in developement mode, writing up data that I already have, and teaching my class.  Why am I suddenly obsessed?  Where did this burst of work related energy come from?  How do I turn my brain off?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-116200274241219228?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/116200274241219228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=116200274241219228&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116200274241219228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116200274241219228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/10/obsession.html' title='Obsession'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-116198005467704791</id><published>2006-10-27T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T16:14:14.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, oh lovely Friday!</title><content type='html'>After 'meta meeting' Thursday, Friday could only be better--just 2 meetings today; however one of them was across campus and it started raining on my way back.  2 minutes after I am back in my own office, it stops.  Nothing like wet pant legs for the remainder of the afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about taking off early to go home and back some cookies.   I am having a big Halloween bash tomorrow night and might need a few pre-cocktails this evening in order to get in the party mood.   &lt;br /&gt;However, now that I have a couple of hours to myself and there is virtually no one else in the building on this rainy Friday afternoon, perhaps I would be better served by working on a couple sections of a manuscript.....writing when it's raining...it just goes together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-116198005467704791?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/116198005467704791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=116198005467704791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116198005467704791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116198005467704791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/10/friday-oh-lovely-friday.html' title='Friday, oh lovely Friday!'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-116189005780044434</id><published>2006-10-26T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T16:48:27.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on in....</title><content type='html'>Today I have gotten exactly nothing done due to the enormous traffic in and out of my office. Why are there only 3 meetings on my calendar for today, yet 7 versions of formal and informal (important to someone) interactions have taken place in here. What is up with you today, dear office???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update:  I have now even had a meeting about having a meeting (As Dr. Dice pointed out this must be classified as a 'meta meeting'. )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-116189005780044434?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/116189005780044434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=116189005780044434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116189005780044434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116189005780044434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/10/come-on-in.html' title='Come on in....'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-116178697997890668</id><published>2006-10-25T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T10:36:20.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At my desk..</title><content type='html'>ready to work.  I actually sort of feel like working on writing task, but, alas!  I must finishing prepping my course for this afternoon....why do I put that off every week.  I can't wait until next semester when I am teaching 2 courses that I really love (and hence, prepping is not such a strain).  It's not that I do not like what I am teaching...I really do.  However, I have taught this particular course in various forms for the last 15! (is that even possible?) semesters (including summers) with no break...I'm tired of talking about this stuff and no amount of love for my subject can override that fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I have a really great consulting opportunity which involves travel, how stupid is it to take on something like that in the first year of a new t-t job?  It's only 3 trips in one semester and great money...and doing something I like to do.   Hhhmmm....tempting....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-116178697997890668?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/116178697997890668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=116178697997890668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116178697997890668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116178697997890668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/10/at-my-desk.html' title='At my desk..'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-116174422924825652</id><published>2006-10-24T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:43:49.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again. . .</title><content type='html'>So I have been MIA for quite some time....  After returning from my Europe jaunt I was back in the office for 3 days and then I had house guests (family) for a week and did some sightseeing in new home state.  I have now officially seen more of new home state than many of my colleagues who have lived here for several years.  It was an adventure..but eventually I had to come back to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..now I am faced with many writing projects and a severe case of avoidance.  I did finally clean my desk off last friday and I had great intentions for the weekend; however, I only left the house once--walk to *bucks to do some grading---spent the rest of my weekend on the couch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write.  I want to write...but I can't seem to get going.   I want to write.  I want to write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-116174422924825652?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/116174422924825652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=116174422924825652&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116174422924825652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/116174422924825652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/10/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again. . .'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115992183060134013</id><published>2006-10-03T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T20:30:30.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back home</title><content type='html'>Back from the conference/vacation with DA and GB.  Where did we go?  &lt;br /&gt;Here's the rundown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 days in Paris&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Numerous little towns in champagne--bonus! we were there during harvest time and saw the grape pickers in action.  We met the cutest family in a tiny village who invited us to their midmorning meal.  The men were in the fields and the women were making food for 50 people in the kitchen--they were lovely!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 nights in a B&amp;B in a chateau (with a moat--how cool!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 night in a cute hotel in the middle of nowhere--a bit of a walk in the country and a wonderful meal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 days in little university town in Germany for the conference &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Found a festival in Heidelburg--nothing like beer stands everywhere serving beer in glass steins to people wandering the cobblestone streets. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a super vacation-I mean conference for work.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, my return home has been difficult--I was welcomed by a sick kitty (I think she went on a hunger strike?) and a car that wouldn't start.  Much stressing and distressing about the cat, a tow truck and $400 later, I have car that is running and a cat that seems to be on recovery road--thank goodness!!!    Now....back to work.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115992183060134013?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115992183060134013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115992183060134013&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115992183060134013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115992183060134013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-home.html' title='Back home'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115854017550411663</id><published>2006-09-17T20:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T20:42:55.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress (on several fronts)</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finished my presentation for my conference--my first presentation with the new uni affiliation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to 2 social events this weekend-one with friends from work and a second with people in the neighborhood.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have things mostly in order for an out of the country trip--woo hoo!!!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115854017550411663?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115854017550411663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115854017550411663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115854017550411663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115854017550411663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/09/progress-on-several-fronts.html' title='Progress (on several fronts)'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115808508871419791</id><published>2006-09-12T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T14:18:08.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Autobiography</title><content type='html'>I've seen this one around lots of places. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Where did you take or get your profile picture? I don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;2.What exactly are you wearing right now?  Off-white sweater, khaki pants, brown shoes, glasses.&lt;br /&gt;3.What is your current problem? No real problems at the moment--I'm in a good place after a stressful summer.&lt;br /&gt;4.What makes you most happy? Laughing with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;5.What's the name of the song that you're listening to? Something by Tasmin Archer, don't know the title.&lt;br /&gt;6.Has anyone you've been really close with passed away? My dad&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you ever watch MTV?  Sometimes--I check in on the real world everyone once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;8.What's something that really annoys you? People who don't read directions and then ask a really dumb question (Yes, in this case, there is such thing as a "dumb question".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1:All About You&lt;br /&gt;1.Middle name:  Procrasination&lt;br /&gt;2.Nickname(s): nothing I can put here&lt;br /&gt;3.Current location: East of the Mississippi&lt;br /&gt;4.Eye color:blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2:Family&lt;br /&gt;1.Do you live with your parents: No way!!! Are you crazy????&lt;br /&gt;2.Do you get along with your parent(s): Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;3.Are your parents married/separated/divorced: My father passed away 14 years ago.  My mother has remarried.&lt;br /&gt;4.Do you have any Siblings?: 1 sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3: favorite...&lt;br /&gt;1. Ice Cream: Dove's Brownie Affair&lt;br /&gt;2.Season: Fall/Spring&lt;br /&gt;3.Shampoo/conditioner: Matrix Curl Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4: Do You..&lt;br /&gt;1.Dance in the shower:No, sounds dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;2.Write on your hand:Never.&lt;br /&gt;3.Call people back:Yes&lt;br /&gt;4.Believe in love: ?&lt;br /&gt;5.Sleep on a certain side of the bed:  nope, I am wherever I land in the biggest most comfy bed.&lt;br /&gt;6. Any bad habits: A bit of a control freak, obsessive about neatness, and quick to judge people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5: Have You...&lt;br /&gt;1.Broken a bone: No.&lt;br /&gt;2.Sprained stuff: No.&lt;br /&gt;3.Had physical therapy: No.&lt;br /&gt;4.Gotten stitches: No.&lt;br /&gt;5.Taken Pain killers: Yes, from the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;6.Gone SCUBA diving or snorkeling:  No, but I would like to.&lt;br /&gt;7.Been stung by a bee:Yes and I swell up like the Michilin man.&lt;br /&gt;8.Thrown up at the dentist: No, but I have anxiety attacks just thinking about the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;9.Sworn in front of your parents:Yes.&lt;br /&gt;10.Had detention:Yes, I skipped school to go to a university library to finish a research project. What a nerd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 6: Who/What was the last&lt;br /&gt;1.Movie(s): The Da Vinci Code&lt;br /&gt;2.Person to text you: SS3&lt;br /&gt;3.Person you called: Ann&lt;br /&gt;4.Person you hugged: DA&lt;br /&gt;5.Person you tackled: Haven't done this.&lt;br /&gt;6.Thing you touched:  My coke can.&lt;br /&gt;7.Thing you ate: Jambalaya&lt;br /&gt;8.Thing you drank:  Coke&lt;br /&gt;9.Thing you said: see you later&lt;br /&gt;10.Friend you miss the most that has moved: My friends didn't move, I did and I miss them all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115808508871419791?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115808508871419791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115808508871419791&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115808508871419791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115808508871419791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/09/autobiography.html' title='Autobiography'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115747837561245692</id><published>2006-09-05T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T13:46:15.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Blog-iversary to me!!!</title><content type='html'>I year ago today I was sitting in front of my computer on Labor Day and I decided to join the blog world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much has happened since then and how fun it is to look back through the archives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115747837561245692?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115747837561245692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115747837561245692&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115747837561245692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115747837561245692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-blog-iversary-to-me.html' title='Happy Blog-iversary to me!!!'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115741836469419459</id><published>2006-09-04T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T21:07:28.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'Fitting in'  in New City</title><content type='html'>One of the toughest things about taking a new job is finding a way to fit into New City. However this weekend I feel like I have made some progress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday evening I had my very first dinner guests in my new home. We had a great time and good food. I have the very best porch in the world for drinking wine. :-) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tonight I was invited to dinner by neighbors and also met other people on my street. They were super nice and I really enjoyed talking with them. Hopefully I will get to know them all better as time goes by.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other news: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bought a dining room table today--unfortunately I picked out a table that was not in stock and now I have to wait approximately 6-8 weeks for it to arrive. Oh well, I don't have 6 friends yet to seat at my new table--so now I have a goal--make that many friends before the table arrives. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DA is coming to visit this next weekend--we have a paper to write. She will be my very first "official" houseguest--looking forward to hosting her and spending some time with her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have an RA--what am I supposed to have said RA do right now--I'm so unsure of what the expectation is and honestly I am not organized enough right now to even know what I need done at this point. This will be my point to ponder tomorrow morning before my afternoon meeting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I set up my wireless today---and it works--now I just need to figure out how to go back and make it password protected so I am not sharing with everyone in the neighborhood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking forward to a productive week....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115741836469419459?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115741836469419459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115741836469419459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115741836469419459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115741836469419459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/09/fitting-in-in-new-city.html' title='&apos;Fitting in&apos;  in New City'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115699420979464829</id><published>2006-08-30T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:16:49.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cared for and well fed former grad student</title><content type='html'>Reading the posts written by &lt;a href="http://psycgirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-only-how-far-info-year.html"&gt;psycgirl &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://playingschool.blogspot.com/"&gt;profgirrl &lt;/a&gt;regarding the treatment of grad students I have to comment as I make the transition from grad student to faculty. My own experience heavily influenced the type of academic position I searched for and ended up accepting.   My initial thoughts of academe and becoming a professor did not entail being a mentor to someone.  I loved teaching and I wanted to learn more about research and I didn't care what kind of unversity I would be working in.  However, after my experiences in grad school and with DA, my mentor, I knew that I had to find a program where I would have the opportunity to work with grad students.  This become a priority when considering job offers.  I had such a good experience with my mentor.   Believe me, I'm certain my recent weight loss has something to do with moving away from my mentor.  :-)   And now, as a new faculty member, I am very excited about the mentoring part of my job and I am wondering who my very first mentee will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115699420979464829?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115699420979464829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115699420979464829&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115699420979464829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115699420979464829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/08/cared-for-and-well-fed-former-grad.html' title='Cared for and well fed former grad student'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115682246358403531</id><published>2006-08-28T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:34:23.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day Monday</title><content type='html'>Achievements today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally figured out the benefits forms and got them submitted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have keys!  (They don't unlock anything...since I am still NOT IN MY OFFICE)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sent out a project  (formerly known as project X...may never have to see it again--other than to check out my name in print which is kind of cool)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Accepted appointment on committee in organization (service points that I'm actually interested in)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Received email for first meeting of in-college service assignment (boring, but "easy"--so I'm told)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Found my one interdisciplinary group to work with on grant application (as advised by Dean)--a project that semi-borders on former career interest--it's an evaluation that if funded I might get some data from that would interest me--not bad for my first attempt at branching outside of my college.  First meeting with group later this week...hopefully they are interesting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to dept. social event and met several students in the dept. --it ended early--yea!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not bad at all for a Monday.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow I am really hoping to move into my office.....please, please, oh custodial powers, please finish my floor tonight so I can have a place to park my books and files and make my own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115682246358403531?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115682246358403531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115682246358403531&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115682246358403531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115682246358403531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/08/rainy-day-monday.html' title='Rainy Day Monday'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115664902532624914</id><published>2006-08-26T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T23:23:45.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Tonight I missed my friends in midwest city.   And no, I wasn't sitting at home being lonely.  I was out to dinner with new colleagues.  It wasn't the same and I know it shouldn't be the same, but that doesn't make it any more comfortable or less difficult.   I don't fit in yet and I am not comfortable saying what I think or really expressing any sort of opinion.  This makes for a long and borish evening.  I have never been so glad as when the other guests made the suggestion that is was time to go; finally an escape.   I missed being in familiar places with close friends.    I've forgotten what it is like to try and figure out what to wear, appropriate arrival times, what food to bring, how to make polite conversation, etc.  This is not enjoyable stuff to me.   I miss salmon, asparagus, cards, dominos, dog toys, and laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115664902532624914?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115664902532624914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115664902532624914&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115664902532624914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115664902532624914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/08/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115630189952460584</id><published>2006-08-22T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:58:19.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of class. .</title><content type='html'>is tomorrow.  And my syllabus is almost done---I've held off copying it for 2 reasons (1) I do not have a copy code and (2) I keep thinking of things to add or change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have filled out all the forms (cross your fingers for me) and gotten all the necessary approvals to get a blackboard site up and running for my class.  Good thing I don't really need to post anything until next week because it has taken FOREVER!  How much red tape can there be for a course shell???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The painters are supposed to arrive in the morning to paint my office--then the floor still needs to be cleaned/replaced/whatever they are doing....loooks like I might actually get moved in there by next week.   I guess then I will actually have to unpack and really "be at work". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to my class tomorrow--meeting new students and getting back into the groove of something familiar--all the newness and frustration with little things is getting old and I need to be somewhere confortable--the front of the classroom should be just the trick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115630189952460584?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115630189952460584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115630189952460584&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115630189952460584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115630189952460584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/08/first-day-of-class.html' title='First day of class. .'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115612681537962106</id><published>2006-08-20T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T22:20:15.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the eve of the last meeting....</title><content type='html'>before classes start.   (yes, there will be more meetings, I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a campus wide meeting--time to get out of my college and mingle. Although I don't expect to get much in the way of pertinant info at this meeting, it should provide some campus basics (hopefully).  If not, there at least looks to be a good lunch planned and an evening reception (maybe with cocktails?  boy do I deserve one after all the meetings I've sat through!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I still need to know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to get a key to the building (and eventually my office)?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to log onto the university library system?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to get the computer programs I need on my office computer?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to get a blackboard site up and running for my courses?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where is my mailbox?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why does my computer give me an error message everytime I log on?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where do I make copies?  Do I need a copy code?  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A million other things I can't think of yet....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I have learned:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am the only new faculty member in my college who got a reduced course load as part of the deal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My class is full (but I don't know how many students that is).  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where my classroom is for the first day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The bookstore has possibly ordered the wrong book (?).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That my office is now vacant (but still needs to be cleaned and painted)--I have chosen a lovely light shade of orange.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots of other misc. things about the new U--but basically I just jotted down website to go to when I actually need some of this info.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;What still needs to be finished:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Obviously, I still need to settle into my office (maybe next week??)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Syllabus is still not done. . .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need to make a to do list of research projects/presentations/ due dates, etc.  Can't even remember half of what I have going right now.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 remaining boxes to be unpacked at home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all, even though the new semester is about to take off....the settling in to a new city stuff is finally winding down and my new house is starting to feel like home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115612681537962106?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115612681537962106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115612681537962106&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115612681537962106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115612681537962106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/08/on-eve-of-last-meeting.html' title='On the eve of the last meeting....'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115595715730297010</id><published>2006-08-18T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:12:37.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret messages to people in today's meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;To the person with selective hearing: Why don't you try actually listening to ALL the words and the tone of the speaker and maybe better understand what the person is saying.  It is not OK to make inferences and take things out of context when you comment on what a person says. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To the person with multiple personalities: Pick one and stick with it for a while.  I can't keep up with your constantly changing opinions and contradictory comments.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To the person who talks constantly while others are talking:  STOP!   If what you have to say is so important (it isn't, no one cares what you did in high school) say it out loud.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To all the people who speak in acronyms:  Please mention from time to time what the #$$% you are talking about.  I'm lost.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To whom it may concern:  Today's meeting was a total waste of our time.  What was the purpose and why did I have to be there???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115595715730297010?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115595715730297010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115595715730297010&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115595715730297010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115595715730297010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/08/secret-messages-to-people-in-todays.html' title='Secret messages to people in today&apos;s meeting'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115525454738360124</id><published>2006-08-10T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T20:02:27.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged. . .</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="http://huntingformrright.blogspot.com/2006/08/meme-o-rama.html"&gt;Abbey&lt;/a&gt;.  Lots of other stuff to update on as I settle into my new home and try to get into my new office (no such luck--can you say temporary space?).  More on that later. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I must respond to being tagged for this 2's and 4's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 moments in your life you'd like to erase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Losing my dad.&lt;br /&gt;2.  ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 moments you'd like to relive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 2 weeks in the South of France traveling with my good friend T.&lt;br /&gt;2. Falling in love. . . (maybe next time it will be forever?)&lt;br /&gt;3. Any Christmas before the age of 15.&lt;br /&gt;4. The first few weeks of college---wow, what a different world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 places you wouldn't go to/go to again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hhhhmmm....I can't really think of anywhere that I have disliked that much and as far as places I wouldn't go--how do I know if I haven't been there?&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places you can't wait to visit/visit again:&lt;br /&gt;1. Paris and all the little towns and villages outside of touristy France.&lt;br /&gt;2. Seattle--just love the city, the weather, etc.&lt;br /&gt;3. New York--love to visit, but would never want to live there.&lt;br /&gt;4. Africa--I have always wanted to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 foods you can't stand:&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't like really spicey hot foods.&lt;br /&gt;2. Not a fan of liver and onions--smells disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 foods you love:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cheese---  Brie, Boursin, Comte, Gorgonzola, Bleu. . . .  let me count the ways!  mmmmm!&lt;br /&gt;2. Lobster tails&lt;br /&gt;3. Duck breast with a fruit sauce.&lt;br /&gt;4. Mashed Potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 songs that make you change the station:&lt;br /&gt;1. That really anonying "my hump" song--uugh.&lt;br /&gt;2. Can't think of another that repels me as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 songs you play over and over:&lt;br /&gt;1.  The newest Nelly Furtado song--can't remember the name.&lt;br /&gt;2. Will think about these and update later--my mind is blank at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 books you'd never finish/read again:&lt;br /&gt;1. Anything by Marcel Proust&lt;br /&gt;2. There was a really popular book out recently that was everyone's book club book that all took place in 24 hours--can't remember the title--everyong raved about it--I just couldn't get into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 books you have read more than once, and/or will read again:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Anything Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;2.  Atlas Shrugged -Ayn Rand&lt;br /&gt;3.  A Tale of Two Cities--Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;4.  Interview with the Vampire- Anne Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-4 people to tag:   Hmmm?   How about &lt;strong&gt;Profgrrrl &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Phdme&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115525454738360124?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115525454738360124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115525454738360124&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115525454738360124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115525454738360124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/08/tagged.html' title='Tagged. . .'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115469442159862775</id><published>2006-08-04T08:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T08:27:01.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Poo problem solved!! woo hoo, no more poo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front yard was dug up yesterday to correct a plumbing error (hmmm, I wonder if the plumber is getting paid by the builder??) New grass has been seeded and should be fertilized quite well-- ha!! Oh well, poo happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness the problem is solved and I am happily flushing again. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unpacking is going well. Kitchen done, clothes done, guest bedroom done, living room in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cable and broadband will be installed on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new bed (huge awesome pillow topper!!) was delivered yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have disconnected old three prong cord from dryer but am a little uncertain about reconnecting 4 prong cord---so no laundry happening yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't take 14 boxes to campus office because the prior resident has not moved out yet---hmmmm? No one seems to be pushing him and he doesn't really seem to be in a hurry. I want to be in and settled before I have to start going to meetings. It would also be nice if the office were painted. Need to check on the progress again today.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115469442159862775?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115469442159862775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115469442159862775&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115469442159862775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115469442159862775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115456696695657367</id><published>2006-08-02T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T21:02:46.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news and bad news.</title><content type='html'>Good news:  I finished my conference proposal and got it submitted--in the midst of moving, unpacking, cleaning, etc.  --I actually finished a proposal.  I did have to have DA submit it because the pirated wireless I am currently using has a pretty unstable connection.  I also finished up a proposal for Dr. Dice and made up some pretty good plans for data analysis that we didn't have time to complete.  Maybe it will actually fly (fingers crossed). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news:  there is poo in my yard--yes, a  sewer drainage problem in the new home---plumber will be here in the am.  Please fix my drainage--I want to flush!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115456696695657367?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115456696695657367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115456696695657367&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115456696695657367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115456696695657367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/08/good-news-and-bad-news.html' title='Good news and bad news.'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115443679075322225</id><published>2006-08-01T08:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T08:53:10.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>On a happier note,  I am posting this from the front porch of my new home!!  {Yes, this means I am pirating wireless from a new neighbor--but don't tell!}   I spent my first night in the study with Miss Kitty, who did amazingly well yesterday on the 10 hour car ride.  No blood curdling screams at all-- a bit of discontented mewling for the first 45 minutes then periodic updates every 20 minutes or so.  If I put my arm too near her carrier, I got a beating with the paw as if to say "Are we there yet?  How dare you put me in this moving vehicle!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing nicer than waking up to a empty, dirty home that is all your own.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115443679075322225?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115443679075322225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115443679075322225&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115443679075322225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115443679075322225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/08/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115443654743696636</id><published>2006-08-01T08:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T08:49:07.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness</title><content type='html'>While traveling yesterday to new school city, I received some bad news:  Super B, a sometimes commenter here who I knew IRL, was killed in a car accident.  Such tragedy.... she was just hooded  in May and was finishing up an internship and soon to return to the area of new school city where I know we would have shared a few good martinis together.  She will be missed.  My heart goes out to her family and friends--especially Dr. Dice, her close friend.  Rest in peace, Super B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115443654743696636?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115443654743696636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115443654743696636&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115443654743696636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115443654743696636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/08/sadness.html' title='Sadness'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115431644810916950</id><published>2006-07-30T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T23:27:28.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leaving tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the day...finally out of here and off to move into my new home.  I'm keeping my fingers crossed that Miss Kitty will not have a full breakdown and will calm down and nap for the ride.  I bought her a new bag of treats today in preparation for the trip.  &lt;br /&gt;I turned in the keys to my apartment today--my keyring is really light at the moment with no apartment, no work keys, etc.   However there is a nice shiney new key on the ring that will open my new front door.  woo hoo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115431644810916950?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115431644810916950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115431644810916950&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115431644810916950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115431644810916950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-leaving-tomorrow.html' title='I&apos;m leaving tomorrow...'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115423296664864669</id><published>2006-07-30T00:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T00:16:06.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>T minus 2. . .</title><content type='html'>Saying good-bye's is winding down and the last days are finally here.  Because my moving day has changed in the last week--there have been a couple of 'lasts' which ended up not really being 'lasts'. &lt;br /&gt;I've spent so much time planning and preparing for this move, I just want it to be over.  I am dreading the long drive but am anxious to get into my new home and get settled.  I need a new routine to start to give me some semblence of my familar world.  I will miss a fair number of people here in midwest city; however, with internet, cell phones, and airplanes--it doesn't really seem that they will be that far away.  Maybe this thought in my head hasn't made the good-bye's seem that difficult.  I have made some good friends here and I will miss them, but I plan to return here for the holidays to visit.   Hopefully some of my friends will come to visit me in new job city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115423296664864669?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115423296664864669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115423296664864669&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115423296664864669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115423296664864669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/07/t-minus-2.html' title='T minus 2. . .'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115404862277719221</id><published>2006-07-27T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:03:42.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestones</title><content type='html'>As seen today at &lt;a href="http://sciencewoman.blogspot.com/2006/07/big-professional-moments.html#links"&gt;sciencewoman &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://probablyedandme.blogspot.com/2006/07/theres-been-some-success-along-way.html#comments"&gt;PhdMe&lt;/a&gt;--listings of professional milestones which inspired me to consider where I have been just as I take one big leap forward. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Although the others have something from high school which hinted at where they are now...I can't say that anything in particular stands out for me.  I have always liked math class and been pretty good at it--I guess that was sort of a start for statgirl (even though statistics were never part of my high school curriculum)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting a scholarship to go to college and then being the first person in my family to get a 4 year degree.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking my first research methods course and realizing that I was one of the few that actually enjoyed that class. I thought all those pieces coming together and thinking about threats to validity was kind of cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Entering data into SPSS the first time--yes, I thought it was cool. I know this is a little thing--but it is significant for me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing my name in print as 2nd author.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Earning a 3 year fellowship.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My first paper presentation at a conference.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Earning a dissertation fellowship.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting a tenure-track job.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting my first paper accepted as first author (with the added bonus of being a top journal).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Defending my dissertation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being hooded by DA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been on a very productive path and I hope my pattern continues.  It's good to take a look back sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115404862277719221?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115404862277719221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115404862277719221&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115404862277719221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115404862277719221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/07/milestones.html' title='Milestones'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115403900981359136</id><published>2006-07-27T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T18:23:29.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Done grading!!!</title><content type='html'>woo hoo!!   Happy dance!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115403900981359136?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115403900981359136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115403900981359136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115403900981359136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115403900981359136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/07/done-grading.html' title='Done grading!!!'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115394727728250692</id><published>2006-07-26T16:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T16:54:37.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thermal Event. . .</title><content type='html'>is not a good error message to see on your computer screen.  Bummer!  :-( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I should go home early today?  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115394727728250692?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115394727728250692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115394727728250692&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115394727728250692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115394727728250692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/07/thermal-event.html' title='Thermal Event. . .'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115388303832899688</id><published>2006-07-25T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:08:28.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer school is O..v...e...r  !!</title><content type='html'>Tonight was my last night of students at current Univ. They took their last exam as I frantically tried to finish grading their papers--usually I hand them back on the last exam night; however, with all the craze of packing and moving, I was behind and just couldn't motivate myself to get through them any faster. I ended up finishing all but 7..just did 2 more and am now left with 5 to finish tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to spend all day at the office tomorrow finishing up the grading--those 5 papers and the final exam. Then I'll just be left with conference proposal writing and working on my syllabus for the fall. Kind of glad I have a few days in the office for this purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at current school highlight---one of my male students cried about his grade when I told him there was no extra credit possible. I HATE it when that happens..what do you really say to a crying student??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115388303832899688?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115388303832899688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115388303832899688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115388303832899688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115388303832899688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/07/summer-school-is-over.html' title='Summer school is O..v...e...r  !!'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115379894767130037</id><published>2006-07-24T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:42:27.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ticker Update</title><content type='html'>Notice that my ticker has gone from "3 days ..." to "7 days ..."--call from moving company today indicated that the delivery will be at the maximum days they quoted (go figure) --no sense sitting in an empty house for too many days.  So, bad news is that I don't get to start getting settled in my new house which I am very excited about.  Good news is that I have a few days to just relax a bit --read as "finally have time to do what I should be doing as in write a conference proposal that is due in one week".   And thankfully, I have a place to stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115379894767130037?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115379894767130037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115379894767130037&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115379894767130037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115379894767130037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/07/ticker-update.html' title='Ticker Update'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115371305251258675</id><published>2006-07-23T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:50:52.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In transition</title><content type='html'>The movers took all my belongings on Friday morning.  I am not sure where it is or when it will arrive in New Job City--hoping for an update tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stuck in the middle of grading final papers and ready to give final exams tomorrow and Tuesday--it IS almost over--just the grading and the crying (my students, not me) to go.  [How can the ones that cry actually be surprised by their grade ---not like they haven't been struggling all summer long.  {Big sigh---I'll just never understand.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished all the cleaning at the apartment today--took forever.  Scary stuff was left behind where the washer and dryer were cohabitating.  Eeewwww!   Still have a few nails in the wall to pull out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not looking forward to the long drive to new job city....the 20 minutes in the car from old apartment to 'homeless shelter' (aka guest room chez DA and GB) was pure hell with the cat meowling hideously and depositing "a present" in the corner of her carrier.  Any suggestions on how to calm a cat in the car???   She's old and hasn't done a road trip with me in at least 8 years???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115371305251258675?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115371305251258675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115371305251258675&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115371305251258675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115371305251258675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-transition.html' title='In transition'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115335309808710173</id><published>2006-07-19T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T19:51:38.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I just say?</title><content type='html'>that moving boxes when the heat index is 110+ is really awful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heat index are awful without moving boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is really, really hot when you have to almost push the dog off the porch after she has been inside for over 12 hours (she has to have to go!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know it is bad when the first email of the day is from campus facilities announcing cooling system failures! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115335309808710173?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115335309808710173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115335309808710173&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115335309808710173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115335309808710173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/07/can-i-just-say.html' title='Can I just say?'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115327865487575971</id><published>2006-07-18T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:08:45.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Plodding along</title><content type='html'>Another day done of running, running, running from one thing to the next--trying to pack a couple of boxes in my office between activities. The plague of high maintenence students continues--now that they have their rough drafts back they are filing in asking how to fix the errors. Hey, I have I idea! Why don't I just write their papers for them--that would save me a lot of time and them a lot of learning. I mean, really, would it kill them to look something up that was incorrect? And they look at me like I am the Wicked Witch of the West when I say "look it up" as a response--this is in response to questions like "You said my APA formatting of this reference is not correct. What's wrong with it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also managed to alienate completely a one time close friend today. And I am OK with that--it was just time to move on from this one. She had some unrealistic expectation of what friendship is and it was her way or the highway--so I'm on the road. Surprisingly I'm not upset about this---perhaps this had been fizzling all along and I just didn't see it. Other friends had commented that this person wasn't really being a good friend and I always stood up for her-really believing that I knew her better and was accepting of her ways. Now I see some patterns in the ups and downs of our friendship that are hard to ignore and I have now decided my best interests are not being served by trying to continually fix the friendship. I hereby declare it over and I'm good with that--although a bit disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In packing news--I have 3 kitchen cabinets and my clothes to go. Also 2 file drawers in my office--seems managable before Friday. I really want to have a day to just sit and do nothing --but I don't see any of those in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115327865487575971?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115327865487575971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115327865487575971&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115327865487575971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115327865487575971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/07/plodding-along.html' title='Plodding along'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115311040713287950</id><published>2006-07-17T00:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T00:26:47.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown begins tomorrow. . .</title><content type='html'>Last full week in current location--tomorrow begins the rocket ship countdown 10...9...8....  before you know it I will be in New Job City.  Can't to spend my first night in my new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Bastille Day was a success and even though I was completely tired I made it until almost 11 pm and managed to stay involved in conversation without drifting too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat. night I was social AGAIN at a friends new house for a BBQ.  Spent today packing some more---disconnected all electronics and got a good start on the kitchen.  Still have 4 days to finish before the movers show up to load on Friday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news of the day:  Booked a flight to Europe for conference this fall--looking forward to it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115311040713287950?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115311040713287950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115311040713287950&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115311040713287950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115311040713287950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/07/countdown-begins-tomorrow.html' title='Countdown begins tomorrow. . .'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115291278789479315</id><published>2006-07-14T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T17:33:07.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bastille Day!</title><content type='html'>Looking forward to a fun evening with DA, GB and other friends that I will not see again before I leave town.  Oh, and I will enjoy the French food and wine!  Mmmm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115291278789479315?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115291278789479315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115291278789479315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115291278789479315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115291278789479315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-bastille-day.html' title='Happy Bastille Day!'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115272563719574028</id><published>2006-07-12T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T13:36:15.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Wednesday Whining</title><content type='html'>I am having one of those moments where it just seems like everything is not going to get done. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many whining students. Why, oh why, did I have to get the most 'high maintenence' group of students I have ever had in my very last semester at PhD school? Why do I feel so obligated to help each and every one of them--it's not like if I get a bad evaluation I will be fired. They are just too needy and I don't have it to give right now. Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many things left to pack. Will it ever end? Progress is happening and home doesn't look like home anymore. I'm so glad I have a place to go to next week where I am comfortable and I don't have to wake up in this mess everyday. However, I will be making several trips back to finish the packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To many little things to do: call about utilities turn off in old home, find wardrobe boxes, get new tires on car for roadtrip, set up cable/internet in new house, find time to answer student emails, locate a quiet moment in my day to think about conference proposal, make time to see friends that are calling and wanting to have breakfast/dinner/drink before I go (where were all these people a month ago when I was dragging around bored out of my mind with no motivation to work?).. . . the list goes on and on......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115272563719574028?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115272563719574028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115272563719574028&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115272563719574028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115272563719574028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/07/real-wednesday-whining.html' title='Real Wednesday Whining'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115267501190815726</id><published>2006-07-11T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T23:30:11.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not quite Wednesday Whining. . .</title><content type='html'>Reasons to whine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a headache  which is a product of my dental visit this am.  Well at least my ear and nose are no longer numb.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tues/Thurs class did come in first in the whine fest as expected.  Here is a sample:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;           "Are you sure the numbers have to be in order to figure out the median?  Why isn't it just the average of the two middle numbers on the list?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          "Can you use the exact textbook or lecture notes wording on the exam next time?  I don't understand the question when it isn't the same words."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    3.   I'm still not finished packing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    4.    It's really hot outside ....and humid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;            &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115267501190815726?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115267501190815726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115267501190815726&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115267501190815726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115267501190815726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/07/not-quite-wednesday-whining.html' title='Not quite Wednesday Whining. . .'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115258658456347929</id><published>2006-07-10T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:56:24.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy days and Mondays</title><content type='html'>Yes, it was both today--rainy and Monday.   But not a nice kind of rainy--a really heavy humidity muggy rain---YUCK!  Is summer over yet?  {I'm not a fan.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My class went OK-no whining about exam scores (not that I expected it from this class--my T/R class takes the whining award everytime).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finished grading exams (at 2:44 am this morning)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Glancing around my apartment and seeing all the boxes--I had a successful powerpack weekend.  Still have to do clothes, kitchen and misc items strewn on top of desks and bookshelves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I rewarded myself with a pint of Dove Brownie Bits ice cream (about 2/3 remaining for rest of the week).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bad thing today:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Email from SWISCU asking about extra credit.  Apparently doesn't understand the sentence written in bold on the syllabus that says "&lt;strong&gt;There is no extra credit available in this class.&lt;/strong&gt;"  SWISCU also wants a meeting after class tomorrow to discuss how to do better.  Not going to happen--have an appt. with a beer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plan for tomorrow:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dentist at 8 am (got the appt. moved up from next week--just want it done and over with--with this last minute reschedule I don't really have much time to get all anxious about it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find shredder to deal with box of receipts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Think about conference proposal that is due during my moving time--must submit early.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prepare myself for whining students&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meet the girls for summer not quite midweek 'happiness'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to bed early.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wish me luck......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115258658456347929?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115258658456347929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115258658456347929&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115258658456347929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115258658456347929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/07/rainy-days-and-mondays.html' title='Rainy days and Mondays'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115249106418945481</id><published>2006-07-09T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T20:24:24.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Use #9 for Bubblewrap</title><content type='html'>This is what kitty thinks about packing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/1550/1600/Kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/1550/320/Kitty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115249106418945481?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115249106418945481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115249106418945481&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115249106418945481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115249106418945481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/07/use-9-for-bubblewrap.html' title='Use #9 for Bubblewrap'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115241482634733369</id><published>2006-07-08T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:17:40.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Packing Weekend:  Day 1 Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poor Kitty! She was so excited this morning and really enjoyed that first box (we started with holiday decorations and she loves shiny tinsel!) but after getting stuck in a box and then accidentally locked out on the balcony (for only about 20 minutes), she had had enough. Now she is certain that something is on the horizon that will mess up her world and all those boxes sitting around are making her very nervous. And this goes without mentioning that there is no longer anything under the bed to hide behind....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything is cleaned out: under the bed, backs of the closets, cabinets in bookshelves. Now everything just needs a box to call home for a month or so.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many old bills can one keep? I have the habit of marking them paid with the date and tossing them in a box. I have many, many boxes of said marked papers. Need to find a shredder this week....... hhhmmm??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ran across many sentimental things--notes from my dad, high school &amp; junior high yearbooks, pictures of old boyfriends, cards &amp;amp; letters from friends. Do I entrust these to a moving van--I think not. Need to figure out what will actually fit in my car and be saved from moving van space. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Received mid-day phone call from Princess who actually asked me why I was packing--"Are you taking a trip?" This is same Princess who will be found complaining that she never knows what is going on with anyone in the office. Yes, it is most defnitely our fault she rarely makes an appearance in the building and then wonders why she is out of touch. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched the movie "Crash" tonight--what a cheery film. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stay tuned for more packing updates. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115241482634733369?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115241482634733369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115241482634733369&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115241482634733369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115241482634733369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/07/power-packing-weekend-day-1-update.html' title='Power Packing Weekend:  Day 1 Update'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115233371967045994</id><published>2006-07-08T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T00:41:59.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday night . . .</title><content type='html'>vegging on my couch in front of mindless tv with the cat on my lap.  Last one in this apartment.   Next week is an outing with friends and the following Friday all my furniture will be gone. Yes, I am really moving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow begins the power packing weekend. . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115233371967045994?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115233371967045994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115233371967045994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115233371967045994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115233371967045994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/07/friday-night.html' title='Friday night . . .'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115223850718739054</id><published>2006-07-06T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T22:15:07.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;was 15 minutes late to their appointment today?  --Yes, SWISCU &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;only has to deal with this student and class for 5 more class meetings? --MOI!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115223850718739054?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115223850718739054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115223850718739054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115223850718739054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115223850718739054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/07/guess-who.html' title='Guess who.....'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115215649486797670</id><published>2006-07-05T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T23:28:15.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Student Dillusions</title><content type='html'>A series of emails has bombarded my email today--all from "Student Who IS the Center of the Universe (SWISCU):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background info:  SWISCU emails to request appoint on Monday.  Request is denied because it is a holiday weekend and I am not in the office on Monday.  SWISCU is also reminded that before whining about a course grade there are several homework assignments and test prep opportunities available that have not been recieved from SWISCU.  SWISCU ignores these assignments and continues to whine. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this am (approximately 2 hours before the class I teach) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Statgirl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to meet with you today either before or after your class to talk about my grade.  If I do not get a response to this email before class time, I will just drive to campus and wait for you after class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--SWISCU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWISCU,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unable to meet with you today--all my appointment times are full.  I do have times available tomorrow at 1pm and 2:30 pm.  Would either of those work for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Statgirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statgirl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand.  When I emailed you last time you said you couldn't meet Monday but that you would be available on Wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--SWISCU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWISCU,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your last email was 1 week ago, at that time appointments were still available.  However, now they have been filled.  Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Statgirl (not really believing that student thinks same day appointments are reasonable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statgirl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should not state that times are available and then not save them for a student.  I needed to see you because this class is extremely important to me.  I must pass this class in order to finish my degree.  Can you find time in your schedule?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--SWISCU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWISCU,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are  more than 40 students enrolled in XXXX class.  Other students have filled those appointment spots since your inquiry 8 days ago.  I do not save an appointment time with just an inquiry about available times.  You cannot expect to get an appointment on the same day as your email request--especially not the week of an exam.   You need to plan ahead.  You also need to complete the assignments provided to assist you in test prep.  I reply to all emails within 24 hours and am happy to review your work before tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Statgirl (Who does this Stu Dent think s/he is??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 30 minutes later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can I still email you the exam practice and will you respond before the exam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--SWISCU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Well.....DUH....does this Stu Dent even read my reply???]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWISCU proceeds to email me the practice work from the previous exam (not the current unit); even so, I correct SWISCU's work and comment that the current practice should also be completed.  Finally (4 hours later) it arrives, I comment and return work.  Meanwhile I have also responded to approximately 18 other students emails--when 45 minutes ago this email arrives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statgirl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In regards to your last comment, what details am I missing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--SWISCU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWISCU,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did not include the original text in your email--I do not know to which comments you are refering.  Please reply to the original email and include the text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Statgirl (who apparently has photographic memory of all 45- 60 emails which come in each day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 mintues later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statgirl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am just going to call you and explain my question since it is not clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--SWISCU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how long it will take genius SWISCU to realize I am not in my office at 10 pm ????  Any takers for how long the message on my voice mail is??    Bets on how many emails I will receive from SWISCU tomorrow??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Would it kill a student to THINK????   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115215649486797670?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115215649486797670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115215649486797670&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115215649486797670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115215649486797670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/07/student-dillusions.html' title='Student Dillusions'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115213827062590700</id><published>2006-07-05T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T18:24:30.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Key on my keyring!</title><content type='html'>I am a homeowner!  I have been for almost 6 whole days....wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my house--especially the hardwood floors in their lovely light bamboo color!  I'm just sad that I have to wait 22 more days to move into my beautiful new home. (I am copying &lt;a href="http://probablyedandme.blogspot.com/"&gt;PhDme's&lt;/a&gt; moving ticker--it's too cute!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lovely visit with Dr. Dice and the BryGuy while visiting my new city.  I also spent some time with The LoveDoctor (a friend from the past and also future colleague) who is looking lovely in her 8th month of pregnancy.  It's good to have friends in my new city--so glad that this is the location of my new job.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very glad that the only tasks (and large tasks they are) remaining are packing up the stuff and the actual moving process--the end of the anxiety filled summer is in sight.    I'm easily stressed by all the minutia that buying a home and moving has required.   I just want to get back to the big picture stuff of teaching and thinking about research--so much more comfortable there.  [Insecurity in my work is a stress with which I am much more familiar.  Sad, but true.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I am being driven crazy with student emails--this may even require it's own blog posting later this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115213827062590700?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115213827062590700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115213827062590700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115213827062590700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115213827062590700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-key-on-my-keyring.html' title='New Key on my keyring!'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115147711916245413</id><published>2006-06-28T02:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T02:45:19.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1:30 am --grilled cheese sandwich</title><content type='html'>Seriously....is there anything else that doesn't involve a drive-through that would taste better after 2 martinis, 2 beers and 2 shots involving the word "nipple" (not necessarily in that order)???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115147711916245413?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115147711916245413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115147711916245413&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115147711916245413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115147711916245413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/06/130-am-grilled-cheese-sandwich.html' title='1:30 am --grilled cheese sandwich'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115137849790557375</id><published>2006-06-26T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T23:21:37.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Avoidance</title><content type='html'>Avoiding what?  --Everything. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have been avoiding my blog--10 days since last posting.  I have been lurking around reading other's blogs and occasionally commenting, but completeing avoiding posting comments on my current state of existence.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the update--random bullets of crap style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;All signs of academic work are completely gone from my daily lack of routine.  I have been writing a results section now for a good 3 + weeks at the rate of about 4 sentences per week.  Pathetic.  I have given the analysis considerable thought and played around extensively running the computer program (always good for wasting a few hours of my day)--yet very few keystrokes have placed words on paper.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;House stuff is moving along -inspection, repairs, setting up utilities, etc.  Will be MY house in just 4 days.  Certainly looking forward to visiting with Dr. Dice during my trip to close the deal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Students won't go away--geez, this teaching gig would be easier without them.  In the well chosen words of &lt;a href="http://fumblingthruchaos.blogspot.com/2006/06/starting-up-brand-new-day.html"&gt;Seeking Solace &lt;/a&gt;"Students will just be students.  Some are good, some are bad, and some are just plain dumb."  It is this last group that really gets my undies in a bundle.  One student actually complained last week that his problem was that I explained things too well and because I made it so clear in class he didn't feel the need to study because he thought he really "got it"; however when faced with the exam, he wasn't able to make the logical connections that he thought were so obvious when I talked him through it.   ---Well, duh--- hence why one should review class notes, texts etc BEFORE an exam.  It's your job to put it together without me there prompting you through each step.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Packing progress--NONE.  I have now mapped out  July 8 &amp; 9 as "Power packing days" --the bulk of it must be completed that weekend as soon after that time I will be busy with end of summer semester and settled into my temporary housing until final move.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Money seems to be a on a steady stream out of my bank account--scary!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have lost 6 lbs without even trying--one upside to being anxious.  I am amazed by this feat, especially since I have eaten through 3 pints of Dove Chocolate &amp; Brownie Affair (with the chocolate granache topping) in the last 10 days. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;One thing I am not currently avoiding is social occasions.  Although I tend to be a stay at home person; I have made a point to accept every social invitation--citing my need to spend some time with people before I move away.  Many of my friends and co-workers are also making moves for sabbatical, internships, etc. and in some ways it is good that we are all sharing similar anxieties but also very difficult because no one is a steady calm to keep us grounded.  Thank goodness for the office dog.  All heed her calming force. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115137849790557375?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115137849790557375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115137849790557375&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115137849790557375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115137849790557375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/06/on-avoidance.html' title='On Avoidance'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115060462132880970</id><published>2006-06-18T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T00:27:38.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too tired for a real post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Emerald Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorgreenareyouquiz/emerald-green.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Deep and mysterious, it often seems like no one truly gets you.Inside, you are very emotional and moody - though you don't let it show.People usually have a strong reaction to you... profound love or deep hate.But you can even get those who hate you to come around. There's something naturally harmonious about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorgreenareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Color Green Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115060462132880970?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115060462132880970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115060462132880970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115060462132880970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115060462132880970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/06/too-tired-for-real-post.html' title='Too tired for a real post.'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-115033971294064015</id><published>2006-06-14T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T22:51:29.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not that shocking....</title><content type='html'>As seen chez &lt;a href="http://huntingformrright.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-nonsense.html"&gt;Abbey&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://probablyedandme.blogspot.com/2006/06/girls-who-wear-glasses.html"&gt;phd_me&lt;/a&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Brainy Girl!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/brainy-girl.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Whether you're an official student or a casual learner, you enjoy hitting the books.You know a little bit about everything, and you're always dying to know more.For a guy to win your heart, he's got to share some of your intellectual interests.A awesome book collection of his own doesn't hurt either!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-115033971294064015?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/115033971294064015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=115033971294064015&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115033971294064015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/115033971294064015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/06/not-that-shocking.html' title='Not that shocking....'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-114947086106421304</id><published>2006-06-04T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T21:27:41.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Weekends!</title><content type='html'>I have successfully spent this entire weekend at home.  Now for some people that might not be a good thing but after spending all my weekends this past winter and spring at the office working on my dissertation or some other project that had to get done; I really relished a weekend of not having to be there in my chair in front of the computer working on some project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do?  I cleaned out stuff--I'm beginning the cleaning and purging that is necessary before a big move.  I'm trying to get a few things together for a friend's garage sale next weekend.  Any leftovers will go to goodwill and hopefully my packing project will be simplified.  Still have a few more closets and boxes to sort through but the progress is encouraging and since I plan on working at home 2 days this week, there is more time to finish before sale time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each evening this week I watched a movie and went to bed early. I did not set an alarm and got up when I felt like it--8 am on Sat and 10:30 am today.  Woo hoo..summer weekends.  I need something to look forward too in the midst of all the stressful changes that are happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-114947086106421304?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/114947086106421304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=114947086106421304&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/114947086106421304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/114947086106421304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/06/summer-weekends.html' title='Summer Weekends!'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-114939037538938943</id><published>2006-06-03T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T23:06:16.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the beach</title><content type='html'>4 days since I'm back from the beach and it's finally time to get a summer routine going.  Summer school starts next week and I am suddenly very aware of how little time I have left in Midwest city.  Rarely do I start anticipating the end even before the beginning; however, this time the clock is ticking for me.  After 8 years in the same place, I'm leaving.  New town, new job, new faces, new routines, and new house. &lt;br /&gt;On the house front all is well, inspection scheduled for next week, mortgage approved, and I only panic about finances once or twice a day (down from the 10 or 20 times a day right after I made the offer).  Still need to find insurance and hire a moving company but the list of tasks is managable at the moment.  &lt;br /&gt;The real question of the moment is why does change cause me so much stress?  I realize that changing jobs and moving are on the top 5 stressors of all time for most people, but I seem to get stuck on the details more than most and get anxious at the wrong times.  I have dreams about things that are so NOT likely to happen --like finding out my new job suddenly just isn't there or losing my cat during the move.  Stress does weird things to my brain.&lt;br /&gt;The beach was good, relaxing for me in general; althought not quite the same with my friends.  We are growing apart in some ways and taking different paths.  I am concerned about one friend and was so close to talking to her about it at about 4 different points during the trip but could never bring myself to open my mouth.  So now I feel like a terrible friend because I think the real reason I didn't say anything is that I don't want to add anything more to my plate to deal with at the moment.  I know it would be a big can of worms.  So now am I a terrible and selfish friend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-114939037538938943?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/114939037538938943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=114939037538938943&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/114939037538938943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/114939037538938943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-from-beach.html' title='Back from the beach'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-114814391542868825</id><published>2006-05-20T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T12:51:55.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Airport Blogging</title><content type='html'>Well, I survived house hunting and I'm sitting in the airport being very happy that I am not looking at any more houses.  I found one!!!  No picture to post as it is not yet finished but will be in plenty of time before my move at the end of the summer.  After seeing somewhere between 27 and 30 homes (lost count in the middle of day 2), I am just extremely relieved to have found one I love.  Of course, it was the very last house I saw but I knew it was perfect almost from the moment we stopped across the street.  It's a 2 story.  I have never lived in 2 story home before but have always wanted to.  It has a great backyard for the dog I plan to have someday in the very near future.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to board...more house stories later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-114814391542868825?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/114814391542868825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=114814391542868825&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/114814391542868825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/114814391542868825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/05/airport-blogging.html' title='Airport Blogging'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-114781409678978397</id><published>2006-05-16T17:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T17:14:56.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thing number 1009 that stresses me out</title><content type='html'>I am house hunting and I hate it!  Why am I more able to handle job and/or school stress better than personal life stress.?  [OK, so sometimes I really suck at that stress too; but it is familar stress and this is a whole new stressful country with scary words like mortgage, inspection, escrow, and realtor.] I am spoiled after living in the same place for many years and always being a renter.  I like coming home to my couch and curling up with the cat and my blanket and forgetting about school or work; however when the home is the source of your stress, where am I supposed to go to curl up??   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a genie and blink my eyes and have the perfect house with all my furniture moved in and all I have to do is beam myself there. [Did I mention I hate driving too? ]  I don't want to have to look at houses and arrange for movers or pack my stuff up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can other people seem to have so much fun looking at houses and imagining how their furniture will be arranged?  I don't get it.   I just want this all to be done so I can sleep at night and quit worrying about this and go back to my more familar stressful worry zone related to writing, research, and teaching.   I like that worryworld better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-114781409678978397?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/114781409678978397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=114781409678978397&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/114781409678978397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/114781409678978397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/05/thing-number-1009-that-stresses-me-out.html' title='Thing number 1009 that stresses me out'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-114722511468112038</id><published>2006-05-09T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T21:38:34.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I celebrate. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surviving a super graduation weekend.  The party was marvelous.  I think my friends had a good time and I most defnitely did.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The success of DA's surgery, once again she is an overachiever and came through with flying colors and looks wonderful!!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding the top of my desk...it was under all that @#$%.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The glory of an afternoon nap.  Why don't I do this more often?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Regrouping and making new 'to do' lists.   I have always loved the beginning of semesters for their newness and the sense of starting over.  Now after a successful defense and graduation, I am at another kind of "newness" in my life. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-114722511468112038?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/114722511468112038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=114722511468112038&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/114722511468112038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/114722511468112038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-i-celebrate.html' title='Today I celebrate. . .'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-114669090603750266</id><published>2006-05-03T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T17:16:09.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Bullets of Crap: End of Semester Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is finally time to take the defense ticker off my page--coming up on 2 weeks since officially getting the PhD. However, I am leaving the exclamation point [Ph.D.!] on my email signature until after graduation this weekend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;House hunting is very overwhelming. #1 a new task for statgirl and #2 not as easy when shopping from out of state. Will be traveling to new city soon to look at actual properties. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Graduation is this weekend. Family arrives on Friday--oh dear, please save me from any potential family explosion or embarassing moment. P.S. This is probably a ridiculous expectation but I'm asking for it anyway. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have 2 papers left to grade. Why don't I just finish them up and be done? No!--I'm updating my blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No F's this semester (as in grades earned by my students).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven't seen the top of my desk in weeks and I have no motivation to clear it off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have nothing to wear under my robes for graduation. Need a new outfit for the party after the hooding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally have a gift for DA for graduation; but am worried she won't like it. I want her to have a "keepsake" type gift and those are hard to come up with. She is a difficult one to figure out what she would like. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still need to write the 'thank you's' for the people who wrote letters of rec. for my during the job hunt. Yes, I am horribly behind in this dept.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never sent out graduation announcements--used the e-vite thing for party invites but couldn't bring myself to actually get real addresses and send the cute little printed announcements with my name and degree in them. I should feel bad about this but I do not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am spending an entire week on the beach to celebrate being done. Hey! That may require a new countdown ticker!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-114669090603750266?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/114669090603750266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=114669090603750266&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/114669090603750266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/114669090603750266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/05/random-bullets-of-crap-end-of-semester.html' title='Random Bullets of Crap: End of Semester Edition'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-114600044286484927</id><published>2006-04-25T17:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:27:22.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC Meme</title><content type='html'>Everyone else is doing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accent&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm from the Midwest where television journalists are born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Booze&lt;/strong&gt;: Of course!  Dirty martini or a good red wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chore I Hate&lt;/strong&gt;: Changing the kitty litter-yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dog or Cat&lt;/strong&gt;:  Cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essential Electronics&lt;/strong&gt;: Laptop, iPod, PS2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Cologne&lt;/strong&gt;: Poison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gold or Silver&lt;/strong&gt;: Platinum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hometown&lt;/strong&gt;: Small town, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insomnia&lt;/strong&gt;: Only when stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job Title&lt;/strong&gt;:  very soon it will be Assistant Professor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kids&lt;/strong&gt;: No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living arrangements&lt;/strong&gt;: 2br/2bath rental--looking to make my first home purchase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most admirable trait&lt;/strong&gt;: I've got some memorable traits but I'm not sure they are really admirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number of sexual partners&lt;/strong&gt;: A single digit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overnight hospital stays&lt;/strong&gt;: Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phobia&lt;/strong&gt;: Hights make me a bit nervous, but I'm not afraid to look down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote&lt;/strong&gt;: On ne voit bien qu'avec le coeur. L'essential est invisible pour les yeux. -St. Exupery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Religion&lt;/strong&gt;: Church of sleeping in on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siblings&lt;/strong&gt;: 1 sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time I wake up&lt;/strong&gt;: Wake up? 6:30 or 7.  Actually get out of bed?  8 or 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unusual talent or skill&lt;/strong&gt;:  Hmmmm...I can roll my tongue and also turn it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vegetable I refuse to eat&lt;/strong&gt;:  Green peppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst habit&lt;/strong&gt;: Procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X-rays&lt;/strong&gt;: Just teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yummy foods I make&lt;/strong&gt;: Desserts (cakes and cookies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zodiac sign&lt;/strong&gt;: Sagitarrius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-114600044286484927?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/114600044286484927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=114600044286484927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/114600044286484927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/114600044286484927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/04/abc-meme.html' title='ABC Meme'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-114567150404786044</id><published>2006-04-21T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T22:05:04.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It is official. . .</title><content type='html'>One martini, two martini, three martini ..... floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dr. has left the building and gone to happy hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.am.a.Ph.D.    Goal attained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-114567150404786044?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/114567150404786044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=114567150404786044&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/114567150404786044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/114567150404786044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-is-official.html' title='It is official. . .'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-114563113046146203</id><published>2006-04-21T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T10:52:10.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ABD for a few more hours...</title><content type='html'>T minus 4 hours 42 minutes until defense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not nervous. I'm done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post will be from Statgirl, Ph.D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-114563113046146203?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/114563113046146203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=114563113046146203&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/114563113046146203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/114563113046146203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/04/abd-for-few-more-hours.html' title='ABD for a few more hours...'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-114556183016662590</id><published>2006-04-20T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T15:37:10.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Stress</title><content type='html'>Not that student stress was driving me bonkers anyway....can you believe the place I am having my graduation party at double booked and I am getting the shaft!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has taken me almost a full 24 hours to calm down enough to come to a compromise with the manager and I'm still cranky!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to remind myself that the important thing about the party is that all my friends and family are there---location details are not the important thing, location details are not the important thing.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-114556183016662590?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/114556183016662590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=114556183016662590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/114556183016662590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/114556183016662590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/04/graduation-stress.html' title='Graduation Stress'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-114541583487196208</id><published>2006-04-18T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:46:18.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Student Stress</title><content type='html'>Here are my student stressor highlights of the week (so far):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Email from Stu Dent on Monday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Statgirl--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am attaching my rough draft and although I am still working on the paper and making changes I would like some feedback. I did notice that the rough draft was due yesterday but I'm looking forward to your comments to help me now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stu Dent &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most interesting thing about this email is that this student is so @#$$% clueless that he/she can't even read the syllabus and notice that the rough draft was due over a week ago. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My response: none&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Email from Tuesday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Dr. Statgirl-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am very much interested in enrolling in your XXXX class this summer. I have a few questions: 1) When does the class start? 2) When and where does the class meet? 3) When does the class end? 4) Can I do part of this class independently?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I should tell you that I will not be able to attend class at all until the end of June due to work conflicts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking forward to your XXX class, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dr. Future Stu Dent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this Stu Dent for real? " I'm completely clueless, apparently already have a PhD and can't use the internet AND , by the way, I would like to enroll in a class in which I will miss at least half of the class sessions"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My response: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stu Dent,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;All course information is on the university website. If you cannot attend class until the end of June , you should not enroll in a summer school course.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Statgirl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;After exam in class today:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I get back to my office and notice that there is an error on my exam. I asked a question which was impossible to answer from the materials provided. NO ONE asked about this question during the exam...... oh geez, this is not a good sign about their comprehension of the material. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I really want to be a professor and I'm so excited about my new tenure-track job. (Repeat 3 times.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-114541583487196208?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/114541583487196208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=114541583487196208&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/114541583487196208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/114541583487196208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/04/student-stress.html' title='Student Stress'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-114530882641240606</id><published>2006-04-17T17:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T17:20:26.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Acid Free Paper and Taxes</title><content type='html'>On my way to the post office today to mail my taxes (yes, I am a procrastinator --that is the first step of my 12 step program), I stopped at the bookstore to get acid free paper.  I got the last box but it only has 250 sheets.  I need to print 2 copies of my 200 page dissertation.  I asked them when the next order would be in.  However, the bookstore powers don't see the need to reorder anytime soon--"after all, it is the end of the semester". &lt;br /&gt;When do they think we theses/dissertation writers will print our archival copies that are due on the last Friday in May???   &lt;br /&gt;I finally ended up at the 'help desk' defending my need for more acid free paper before July.   Possibly convinced them to order, but I was not hopeful. However, as I was checking out....a guy walked in, saw my purchase and asked me where the paper was located---I sent him to the help desk to tell them that they need to reorder!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-114530882641240606?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/114530882641240606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=114530882641240606&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/114530882641240606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/114530882641240606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/04/acid-free-paper-and-taxes.html' title='Acid Free Paper and Taxes'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-114523488034952656</id><published>2006-04-16T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T20:52:29.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Slug</title><content type='html'>The Easter Slug paid me a visit today. I am completely unable to get off of my couch; it was a major effort to move from my bed to the couch--however, the lure of multiple cable channels finally pulled me free of the pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30 pm seems like a reasonable time to take a shower and get out of my PJ's finally, doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16364093-114523488034952656?l=rejectnull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/feeds/114523488034952656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16364093&amp;postID=114523488034952656&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/114523488034952656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16364093/posts/default/114523488034952656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectnull.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-slug.html' title='Easter Slug'/><author><name>*statgirl*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
