Return to the Living

So, Hillary and Obama have departed, leaving the university feeling used, wrung out, and with a sneaking suspicion that maybe baths and an STD screening are in order.  God, I've never been so happy to see two people go away in my entire life.  We had random family members from both campaigns as well as the candidates themselves popping up all over campus for a month and a half, with very little notice. FYI, PR flaks aren't real big on the "very little notice" thing, even though our job description pretty much consists of doing crap with very little notice.  Contrarians, the lot of us, I know.

And no, if you're asking, I did not attend all those events.  I do not have time to participate in history, people!  I have a JOB. 

Hopefully I will have more time to do the bloggy thing now, and hopefully I will also have the time to actually be somewhat interesting.

On a lighter note, it seems as though my continued efforts at brainwashing my child are starting to bear fruit. Not only did he order water to drink - VOLUNTARILY - at a restaurant (so, okay, maybe I sort of told him that if he didn't drink water every day his kidneys would stop working and he would drop dead), when the water tasted like regular old tap water instead of our Brita-filtered goodness and I asked him what the problem was, he said:

"Well, this water doesn't taste very good...but I guess I'm just gonna have to deal with it." 

And then he actually dealt with it!

Bravo, Boy!  Bravo!