Some why questions about the new house

Some resolved.  Some not.

1. Why is the toilet seat sticky?

Not resolved.

2. Why is there no hot water in the bathroom and yet plenty in the kitchen?

Resolved!

3. Why, at 10:30 pm on my third night here do all these gnats show up?

Not resolved.

4. Why would someone hang pictures with machine screws?

Not resolved (though removed and now there are enormous holes in the wall)

5. Why would someone design a dryer so that there's no easy way to remove the bottom or the siding to fish out the single (and last) screw that is dropped in the outer casing while rewiring the stupid thing for a 4-prong plug (the irony is that I dropped it right as I was thinking how terrible it would be if I dropped it)?

Resolved!

6. Why did I have to see what was both the biggest black widow and the biggest spider I've ever seen on the front porch twenty minutes after moving my last box into the house.

Resolved!  Well, that particular spider has been "resolved."

Okay, I've run out of steam.  I suppose I should go fold my laundry (I'm quite pleased with myself for rewiring my dryer correctly/the house hasn't burned down yet!).

Last week I turned 29.  

And I moved into a new house.  

And I gave birth to triplets without an epidural.

Tomorrow is the last day class.  I will have completed my first year as a professor.

Right this very moment I am either: 

a) stretching out this new hat 

b) squeezing my brain

Does anyone else giggle a little upon hearing that the Ido version of Wikipedia is "Wikipedio"?

Or that the Esperanto version is "Vikipedio"?

Some new developments

1. I use emoticons in emails now without irony and hate myself for it.

2. I have renewed an old college crush on an old college professor - he puts the dap in dapper!

3. I am moving in three days and have not yet even begun to pack.  I suppose this is actually a complete lack of development, though I have reserved a truck and informed all my largish friends that they will be helping me.

4. I am now of the firm belief that eating four waffles and an entire mango before a run is a bad idea.

Clearly, my congressman has not been reading my letters carefully.

The weather has been crazy.

Last week we received an alert to stay away from windows because of severe thunderstorms.  I looked at the satellite imagery online and we were in the middle of the red patch!  I've never been in the red before, meteorologically I mean.

And now, we officially have a freeze watch in effect.  Maybe more snow.

I dragged all my newly-potted herbs and lettuces and peppers inside to hang out with us in the warmth of the living room.  Which means we now have enough players for a wicked game of Citadels!

In the last five days I have:

1. driven over 26 hours

2. been in six different states

3. slept a total of 23 hours

4. eaten an entire bag of bbq-flavored kettle chips

5. probably wasted quite a bit more, but definitely wasted at least two hours of my life watching the Sex and the City movie at the hotel instead of going to bed.  Man, its been a long time since I've seen a movie so bad that it made me conscious of my mortality.  It ended and I thought, "wow, I died a little."

Guess who just committed to a 3-1 course load for the next academic year along with a whole crapload of other tasks?  That's right.  She has two thumbs and is named Alix and recently ate an entire bag of bbq-flavored kettle chips.  2009 will be the year my hair turned grey.