March to April Madness

The best part of going to a D-1 school: College Basketball!!

The best part of the New York Times: An online NCAA bracket that scores it for you!!

(and I can feel smart because I am on nytimes.com and not espn.com)

Go Huskies

What's Spring Break without the Facebook Tags?!?

I am up at 4:30am so I suppose I could use that as the reason for being so introspective.  I'll keep it short, in hopes that I fall back to bed...

--Ever watch a group of girls take a photo?  After said photo is taken, they all gather around the camera and make sure no one is blinking and that no one looks fat/pale/lazy-eyed.  A collective sigh is uttered if all look satisfactory, knowing that this photo can be posted on facebook, tagged accordingly so that everyone in said picture can let their friends and minor acquaintances know how much fun they are having when they aren't on facebook.

After a rousing few days in Portland, Oregon with by b.f.f. Tuuli and regular friend Brianna (no, I love her, too) I had roughly 150 photos proving that I actually have friends and was able to ride a bike AND drink beers at a concert.  On the walk home from the bar, the following happens:

Bri: Hey Maura, I'm real drunk so lets just hash it out now.

Me: k

Bri: I accidentally deleted all your photos.

Me: no, you couldn't have...

::::::looks at camera, sees "no images" on photo viewer

Me: yelling/cursing/crying/denouncing technology and Snyder

I hope to rectify this with some techie help.  Snyder, I still love you.

Every Papaya Wants to Get Borned

I guess this is funny.  Unless you are the one schlepping to Boston to buy crates of Papayas from the Super 88.

Again, this is from John.  He finds my club's misfortune funny.  You know what's not funny? 

Trying to sell 40 giant papayas at school.

Welcome to the New Blog

After what can only be described as "a pissing contest between -- probably people who have the Internet..." by the wise and mature John Peter's on his own witty blog

I was at once struck by his restraint.  After a certain examination from hell, I was jazzed to read his all out rant on... it.  Well, I didn't because he didn't...

John displayed intelligence by realizing that while we do tend to do our blogging in what we think is a bubble of friends and family who magnanimously want to see how we are doing... that by blogging, we put information out "there" which can be accessed by anyone.  We no longer have control over it, who reads it... and how they respond.

After I post I thought was innocent enough, I got a nasty comment.  Like, very nasty... tears in my eyes, calling D.O.'s "fake" doctors and questioning my intelligence nasty.  But, then again, maybe I deserved it.  I thought I was craftily making a small snarky comment that would sneak through the cracks, mostly to amuse myself, and that would go over most people's heads. Without getting too much into it, and breaking my own new vow, it made me realize I had to be more careful about what I wrote, and I had little control over my audience or lack-there-of.   Rather than engage a back and forth battle, I took the whole blog down and decided to start fresh.  So here's to a new year.  No more gross anatomy.  No more pepto with dinner.  And no more nasty comments.  I hope...

The Pre-First Post

Black currant jelly and peanut butter on crackers is one of the most wholly satisfying midnight snacks one can eat.

As I am enjoying said midnight snack, Eve asks me a Parasitology question.  The answer is inevitably "fecal-oral transmission".  Poo --> mouth.

I remember babysitting the DeLeone boys and before bed (at 8pm?) Cam would need his "midnight snack".  Cute.