Zombie Love Song

A love song for your day...Kyle and I sing this one to each other all the time. "If my heart was still beating, it would beat for you..."

"Yeah, I'm a zombie, baby. Ain't nobody perfect!"
What song is making you smile lately?
love, elizabeth
PS: My finals are just about over and then I should be back to my regular, (hopefully) more interesting posts AND to reading and commenting on my many favorite blogs!

Love Letters

Haven’t mentioned this on the blog this week but Kyle flew to Colorado on Sunday and he’ll be gone till the end of the week. To say that I’m homesick for him would be the understatement of the year. It may be silly to be this lonely without him after only a few days but I’m going to put it in the ‘Win’ column for our marriage that after nearly seven years together, we both teared up saying goodbye in the airport. You’d think he was going to the moon. It makes no difference, really, though. I miss Kyle when he’s in the next room. So down the hall…across the country…on Mars…I miss him.

In a spur of the moment decision on Sunday afternoon, we bought each other a paperback book (his for the airplane and mine for bedtime). Inside, we scrawled love letters and a few random notes in the margins. Kyle wants to make this a tradition so I think we’re going to start writing all our love letters in books. I kind of like it because a book is just another kind of love letter, I think (a good book, anyway!).

 

And because I can’t help sharing it with someone, here’s a tiny peek at what Kyle wrote to me…

Anyone have a favorite memory of a love letter?

love, elizabeth

Thesis Acknowledgements Page: the unauthorized version

I’m still working on the acknowledgement page for my final thesis draft but I realized there were a few important people/things that deserved a slice of gratitude pie that I probably wouldn’t be allowed to mention in an official academic document. So in honor of my (hopefully) impending graduation, I present…

Acknowledgements Page: the unauthorized version
Undying (read: Zombie) love and highly mushy feelings for my poor, neglected husband, who for the last several months, has lived with a shell of the woman he married and tolerated a huge amount of mumbling about footnotes and interview transcripts over dinner (read: peanut butter and jelly) and stress-snoring every weekend.

Original Photo Credit: Night of the Living Dead
Big slobbery kisses and hugs to the many friends and colleagues who let me ponder, whine, cry, complain, worry, rant, rave, brag, process, and/or otherwise emote about all things thesis-related. Among them: Sarah, Beth, Kate, Emily P., Emily D., Francesca, Jill, John, Robin and the Facebook community-at-large.
I’d like to thank Five Hour Energy for helping me defy the need for sleep (also, the laws of space and time). Hallucinating spiders and musical notes after 28 hours up has never been so easy.

Mucho gratitude to Netflix Instant Watch for their generous support of my procrastination. Thanks, especially, for the obscure series runs. Who knew that I would have a deep-seated need to watch all eights seasons of Cheers? Why, Netflix, that’s who.
A special thank-you to my dog, Madigan, for making typing impossible. I’ve been trying to describe to people exactly how she does this. Here’s the best I can come up with:
Me: (typing)
COLD, WET NOSE NUDGES ELBOW.
Me: Hi, Maddy.
COLD, WET NOSE MANAGES TO SHOVE ENTIRE FLUFFY HEAD UNDER ELBOW.
Me: Uh…hey…
SCRAMBLE, SCRAMBLE ONTO LAP. PLEASED GRIN.
Me: (now trying to type with dog blocking entire laptop screen)
FURRY HEAD PUTS ENTIRE BODY WEIGHT ON TOP OF ARM.
Me: (relax arm)
FUZZY BODY STRETCH OUT ON TOP OF ARMS.
Me: (lift arms to type again)
LONE PAW APPEARS ON ARM.
Me: What do you want, Madigan?
CHIN RESTS ON HAND. CUE LONG-SUFFERING PUPPY SIGH.
Me: (give up rest of afternoon to belly rubs and snuggling)

FASHION NOTE: Oh, hey, and here I am shopping for my commencement regalia. I’m thinking of going with black polyester…it just feels right.