The Last Hurrah a mi casa...

Peter bites his tongue at me

At the Sywulka Castle

Men of Ignatius

To Woo an Anthropology Major (In response to Sarah's Challenge)

Whisper, whisper.
Come to the desert, my flower,
The mammoth bones await.

Your excavation technique is like
a song of subtle, sweeping, stirrings;
A symphony to soothe the seeker
Of sacred runes
In shifting dunes.

Yes, desirable biped,
You’ll unearth my heart there too.

Because I can....

so....I'm creating a post cuz...I dunno. Things seem a little slow here on our lovely blog. So here's a question, if you were given three popsicle sticks, five rubber bands, a palm tree and wisdom, what would you do?

Because I can...

An offering 

Grrr... 

Battle of Heroes 

To all of you, for Andrew

Thank you all for a wonderful past two days. Initiatives was wonderful for me, and I think I know you all a little better because of it. I appreciate that you were all willing to be so open and accepting of criticism. My personal vote would be that we do it again next year, but at a far more reasonable time of day. I just hope that if anyone was offended or hurt, that they will deal with that problem immediately with the one who hurt them. The game also was great, and I applaud the Ignatius women for kicking the Sayers women's butts. Also, Andrew is an amazing man, and I've gained an entirely new respect for him. Remember, it's just one game, and we'll beat Sayers next time.

You'd think it was winter instead of spring...

...cause this thing is pretty darn dead!