Quinn's Year in Review
Cribbing from Andy, I give you the year that was for Quinn the Brain:
January: Quinn begins adjuncting. We deal with the aftermath of a big windstorm, repairing fence, swingset, and playing with chainsaws. And smelling pine-fresh.
February: Quinn loves teaching (and Peyton Manning). And there occurred a very vibrant discussion of blonde jokes and my own personal history with them.
March: March Madness with appropriate pro-Ducks sentiment. And DQ becomes a proud woman of color.
April: Mobutu Sese Seko lurks in my subconscious. I debate giving up on research. I get a job offer. That I accept. And I have my own IHOP Moment of Clarity.
May: Some happiness posting, including some crochet projects and a fun discussions on politically appropriate novels.
June: Rollin' with the Hindus and emulating pirates.
July: Pottering. With Spoilers.
August: A slow blogging month, perked up with a Shane Battier cameo.
September: Big Daddy Tater Tots, being haunted by Roman Grant and Matt Damon, and some news that is less than uplifting. Oh, and I start my new job.
October: Teaching is awesome! Except for the whole "who killed Christ" debate. And I prove once and for all that I am the worst wife ever.
November: I adjust to full-time employment (although my boobs don't.) And we begin the cooperative effort that is the Our Fifty States Pop Culture extravaganza.
December: Unicorns!
January: Quinn begins adjuncting. We deal with the aftermath of a big windstorm, repairing fence, swingset, and playing with chainsaws. And smelling pine-fresh.
February: Quinn loves teaching (and Peyton Manning). And there occurred a very vibrant discussion of blonde jokes and my own personal history with them.
March: March Madness with appropriate pro-Ducks sentiment. And DQ becomes a proud woman of color.
April: Mobutu Sese Seko lurks in my subconscious. I debate giving up on research. I get a job offer. That I accept. And I have my own IHOP Moment of Clarity.
May: Some happiness posting, including some crochet projects and a fun discussions on politically appropriate novels.
June: Rollin' with the Hindus and emulating pirates.
July: Pottering. With Spoilers.
August: A slow blogging month, perked up with a Shane Battier cameo.
September: Big Daddy Tater Tots, being haunted by Roman Grant and Matt Damon, and some news that is less than uplifting. Oh, and I start my new job.
October: Teaching is awesome! Except for the whole "who killed Christ" debate. And I prove once and for all that I am the worst wife ever.
November: I adjust to full-time employment (although my boobs don't.) And we begin the cooperative effort that is the Our Fifty States Pop Culture extravaganza.
December: Unicorns!
Labels: history writ small, junk
2 Comments:
My new year's resolution was to be more critical of the President.
Yeah, good luck with that.
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