Happy Birthday, Ganymede!
Ganymede is two today. Two kitty years old. I gave him new treats, and he doesn't know it yet, but he has many new toys. I've only given him one, because if you give him multiple toys at once it confuses him. Right now, he is trying to maximize his surface area on the floor because it is wickedly hot and humid, and he is covered with fur. I'm not trying to maximize my surface area, per se, but I am trying to minimize my clothed surface area. And I just made a chilly little smoothie. It was that or a beer, and I only have stouts right now. Which I love. Don't get me wrong. But this weather does not scream stout; it screams hefeweizen, which I do not have.
Anyway, my momma was in town for her 30th high school reunion last weekend, and she and Becky (one of her best friends, lives in Mpls, we do Thanksgiving with Becky's family, super cool lady) came and had lunch with Christina and I on Sunday. It was really fun to hang out with my mom in a sort of girls' outing way. They were only here for a couple of hours, but it inspired one of mom's and my at work/at school procrastinational emailing sessions. I realized how truly lucky I am to have parents who can kind of understand what I'm doing. Mom obviously has a huge science background, and while she isn't actually medical, she gets what I'm doing and understands why I'm excited when I get a p-value of 0.031. Dad has less of a life sciences background, but he still has enough basic knowledge and curiosity that I can actually talk about what I'm doing (granted, he still winces a bit when I keep repeating words like "vaginal" and "vulvar" in my description, but that's a different issue) with him. It obviously isn't necessary for them to understand my work to support me, but it's still really nice
I'll get to see both of them tomorrow! I have a 3.5 hour layover from 6-9:30 in Minneapolis, so they're grabbing me from the airport for dinner somewhere nearby. Brandon thinks I'm just asking to miss my connecting flight, but I'll make sure I'm back around 8. It'll be fine. Mom's birthday is Wednesday, so it'll be nice to get to wish her happy birthday in person close to the actual day.
The trip I'm taking is to Portland and Seattle. I'll be flying into Portland, staying with Brandon's parents for a couple of days (he's there already), driving up to Seattle, staying with Brandon's sister one night, staying with my aunt and uncle one night, driving back to Portland, and catching the red eye back to Cleveland Saturday night. I'm simultaneously looking forward to it and really, really nervous. I haven't met anyone's parents since Bill's freshman year in college. Kevin didn't lived in LA while his parents were in Connecticut. Chas didn't even see his parents the entire time we were dating. Anyone else I didn't date long enough for it to come up or make sense. I mean, at least Brandon's dad isn't a minister. That's significantly less scary than last time. And from what I can tell, they seem really great and normal and non-scary. But still. Nervousness.
Anyway, my momma was in town for her 30th high school reunion last weekend, and she and Becky (one of her best friends, lives in Mpls, we do Thanksgiving with Becky's family, super cool lady) came and had lunch with Christina and I on Sunday. It was really fun to hang out with my mom in a sort of girls' outing way. They were only here for a couple of hours, but it inspired one of mom's and my at work/at school procrastinational emailing sessions. I realized how truly lucky I am to have parents who can kind of understand what I'm doing. Mom obviously has a huge science background, and while she isn't actually medical, she gets what I'm doing and understands why I'm excited when I get a p-value of 0.031. Dad has less of a life sciences background, but he still has enough basic knowledge and curiosity that I can actually talk about what I'm doing (granted, he still winces a bit when I keep repeating words like "vaginal" and "vulvar" in my description, but that's a different issue) with him. It obviously isn't necessary for them to understand my work to support me, but it's still really nice
I'll get to see both of them tomorrow! I have a 3.5 hour layover from 6-9:30 in Minneapolis, so they're grabbing me from the airport for dinner somewhere nearby. Brandon thinks I'm just asking to miss my connecting flight, but I'll make sure I'm back around 8. It'll be fine. Mom's birthday is Wednesday, so it'll be nice to get to wish her happy birthday in person close to the actual day.
The trip I'm taking is to Portland and Seattle. I'll be flying into Portland, staying with Brandon's parents for a couple of days (he's there already), driving up to Seattle, staying with Brandon's sister one night, staying with my aunt and uncle one night, driving back to Portland, and catching the red eye back to Cleveland Saturday night. I'm simultaneously looking forward to it and really, really nervous. I haven't met anyone's parents since Bill's freshman year in college. Kevin didn't lived in LA while his parents were in Connecticut. Chas didn't even see his parents the entire time we were dating. Anyone else I didn't date long enough for it to come up or make sense. I mean, at least Brandon's dad isn't a minister. That's significantly less scary than last time. And from what I can tell, they seem really great and normal and non-scary. But still. Nervousness.