Happy Anniversary to me!

Well, I don't have much to say today, but since I have to sit here while I'm uploading a helluva lot of pictures, I decided I better write something before I got complaints.

So, by the title, you've probably guessed it - it's my one-year anniversary - aww yeeah! And, you guessed it again, this is my new relationship record!

Last year on this day, Brian text messaged me to ask if I wanted to see "Kung Fu Hustle" with him..sniff... Anyway, assuming that he'd have to work late at the golf course, we celebrated on Sunday. I tried to make a reservation at the place where we had our second date (Brian says this was our first date), but low and behold they'd gone out of business.

Then I called to make a reservation at Domo - a country Japanese restaurant that we went to last summer. A long message played on the voicemail. I spaced out and didn't hear most of it until they said to leave a message with the day and time you wanted to make a reservation, so I did. Of course, the part of the message I spaced out for was when they were saying that they were closed on Sunday (when I made the reservation for). So, we showed up and it was closed. Our concilation was Elway's, which was good - but didn't hold any sentimental value. I guess it does now.

Anyway, pictures are done uploading, and I'm tired of writing since I decided to make a title for 136 pictures - I'm writed out!

Peace!

Happy Easter Up the Keister!

Happy Easter (yesterday)! - Sorry about the title, I wanted to say something more interesting than just Happy Easter and all I came up with that rhymed was keister.

I had a very nice Easter. Brian and I went to church in the morning and that was nice. It started with the choir singing a few songs. When they got to their last song, a bunch of them started ringing bells. Brian pointed out that one guy in the back of the choir was taking his bell ringing to the next level by trying to out ring everyone else. "Yeah," I said, "That's our Pastor - Vern." A few minutes later, Vern had looped around and was walking in the back of the sanctuary (where we were standing). "No seats left?" he asked Brian. Brian said no, and Vern replied, "Well, I guess I can sit up front cause I'm preaching." We couldn't argue with that.

During the day, Brian and I walked around a deserted outdoor mall and then finished watching King Kong, which I didn't like - it was sad.

For dinner, we went to the Nishi's where we had fondue, which was delicious! We ended the night with Brian and Shannon leg wrestling. I believe the final score was (Brian-5, Shannon-1), but I think Shannon was letting Brian win.

Scholastic Recognition (I wish)

It is the dream of every aspiring academic to go to a conference in their field and be recognized.

So, you can imagine my thrill when this actually happened to me! A little background: This weekend I went to the Rocky Mountain Communication Association conference in Greeley, CO to present a paper on Multicultural Picture Books. The conference was the morning after Brian's sister's rehearsal dinner, where there was much drinking and merriment, including the Oompa Loompa dance (danced by me and Shannon (Brian's 13 year old sister) to everything but the Oompa Loompa song). Anyway, needless to say, all the merriment transformed into a massive headache for my conference. But, I digress!

As I wandered around the conference, trying to figure out if I wanted to hear the presentation on "Rhetorical Criticism" or the one on "Gender use of expletives" - that one was hilarious by the way - certainly didn't expect to hear the work "Fuck" repeatedly at 8:30 in the morning. It sure livened it up! Ah! Digression again!

Okay, so I was wandering around when one woman looked at me with recognition, and said "Hey, I know you!" For a flashing moment, I thought "Wow! My research is so compelling; everyone is starting to know who I am - I will surely be offered a prestigious job in research soon!" As my eyes lit up, the woman said "Yeah! I can't believe it! You're Karaoke Girl!" As I laughed nervously, she yelled across the room, "Hey Sasha, I was right, it's Karaoke Girl!" As all of the academics looked over to see "Karaoke Girl," who would later be discussing white privilege issues in kids' books with them, I tried to look around too (pretending that I had no idea who Karaoke Girl was). Apparently, these two Communication Grad students had been frequenting Ogden St. South as had I and their group had decided I should be dubbed - "Karaoke Girl."

So, there you have it: my first recognition at a conference. We'll see which grows faster, word of my research or my "Karaoke Girl" title. Unfortunately, I think it will be the latter.