“Can you imagine being pregnant…? With the Lord’s child…?” — Sarah Z., while watching a “Mary” special on the History Channel

Taking off

Well, there you have it. It’s almost Christmas. And I am still lacking in a number of presents, have sent 0 of my 20 cards (although I did give one to Bob and John at the deli, for which I received a free lunch in return!) and am not even remotely packed to go home for a week tomorrow morning at the arse-crack of dawn. How did this happen? I am not sure.

I will send updates from Buffalo. Perhaps the family will be entertaining and update-worthy.

Safe travels and happy holidays to all…

Arm-warmers update

Man at the bus stop: You really should get some gloves. Seriously.

I shot him a dirty look.

Fortunately, Kirk has lent me his gloves, since I can’t find mine.

Challah back

“Lindsay, this is Alana from the kitchen…your challah is ready to be picked up at the security desk.” — phone message I got today

My organization has challah bread trucked in every Friday from a bakery in Evanston… you can order it for $1.75, which is deducted from your paycheck. I’m making french toast.

Inter-departmental e-mails

Kate: we have pizza here and it’s all i can do not to eat a piece.
Me: why do you get pizza?

Three minutes later…

Kate: it’s kosher. the worst pizza i have ever had. i took one bite and put it in my desk drawer.

Click, clack, move

The highlights of moving weekend:

1) Falling over backwards whilst carrying a queen-sized mattress up the back stairs.
2) Breaking Eliina’s cookie jar.
3) Spilling coffee on Amanda’s important documents.
4) Watching Charlie carry an inordinately heavy green armchair up three flights of stairs, by balancing it on his head.
5) Hanging pages of the Reader over my extraordinarily large windows with Amanda. (My mother has suggested, every time I move, that I newspaper the windows until I get blinds. Every time, I’ve told her: “They gave me blinds.” This time, they didn’t. And so when she called and told me to put newspaper over the windows, I cracked up.

6) Going to Target with Eliina and spending hundreds of dollars on things like sponges and a bathmat.
7) Going to Ikea with Becca and spending hundreds more on things like mirrors and pot hooks.
8) Praising the lord for the patience, positive attitude and assistance of everyone, including my Chicago-dwelling friend Sarah.
9) Finding out that Amanda, as we carted many boxes up and down many steps, kept repeating an internal refrain of “Click clack moo, click clack moo, clickety clack moo…” which is from one of my favorite children’s books.
10) Falling asleep in a big bed in a warm, echoey room.