(1) I believe that having green hair got me unexpected professional respect, today. That was fun.
(2) The people in the office I work in -- all non-technical -- are neither nerds nor arty types. They are also not suits. I have to look vaguely presentable, since people come in to this office to interview a lot (it's an admissions office). I have NO idea what to wear in the mornings. This is going to get exciting quickly.
(3) Dear world: Charmed as I am that you assume I'm a professor because I work at a university, I have to inform you that there are people who work on university grounds who aren't students, faculty, or food service.
(4) I kind of love it when people don't expect me to be smart and then realize that I am. (Not my officemates.)
(5) My first day of work, I got a thank-you card for showing up. Seriously. It was like a "we'll miss you!" card, except that everyone had written a few lines about how excited they were I was coming to work for them.
(6) One guy I work with is an ex-personal-trainer photographer cyclist type with a dry sense of humor and a vague interest in Buddhism. Today, my boss told a funny story about some guy she hooked up with at her last job, and it made me feel relaxed rather than uncomfortable. When I got the tour of the office, the first thing they showed me was where they kept the really, really, really nice printer paper and the color printer, and then basically told me that I should feel free to waste office supplies. (Yes, my office now has photos in it.) This place makes me feel *comfortable*.
(7) I don't think I've ever wanted to go to an office holiday party before.
So, a week or two ago, N and I were driving in the car and she told me that her goose was "really really hungry!".
Me: Oh yeah? What does it want to eat? N: ...Gouda? Me: Oh, gouda! It's a gouda goose? N: GOUDA GOOSE! Me: GOUDA GOOSE! N: .....GOOSA!!! *giggle* Me: Goosa? N: GOOSA! Gouda goose! GOOSA! Goosa.
She still refers to it as the "goosa" every so often. Similarly, her pink binky is a "BINK! *giggle*" (the giggle is mandatory), and the other day after reciting "whack whack whack!" from Hand Hand Fingers Thumb, she asked me if she could have some "whackolate". I said no -- it sounded messy. Today, when she did not pick up the cookie-cutter and the book off of the floor like I asked, and I did it instead, she said "Mommy picked up the bookie-cutter".
This girl is supremely silly.
She's also fascinated by more nonsensical noiseplay. Randomly shouting "EIEIO!!!" was quickly boring, so she quickly moved on to "BE BI BE BI BO!" or "DE DI DE DI DO!", but if one is to suggest, say, "fee fi fee fi fo", she giggles and says NOOOOO. So I was interested when she switched from BE BI BE BI BO! to PE PI PE PI PO! the other day and kept collapsing in giggles. Similarly DE DI DE DI DO --> TE TI TE TI TO, because clearly, in both cases she had meant the voiced version of the consonant. I blame D, and the silly game they play where she calles him "Datty".
I also love the sometimes hyper-perfect sentence structure. Like when we were reading a book together about daddy animals and their kids, and she pointed at the little wolf and told me, "that is not a wolf. That is a dog." "Oh, really?" I asked. "Yes. THAT is a wolf." *pointed at the big wolf* "THAT is NOT a wolf." *pointed at the little wolf*. OK, then! Today at lunch, while she was on her third pat (don't look at me that way), she told me, "I am eating butter." But I think the best was last night's -- I was reading a book in the living room while starphire gave the girls a bath in the next room, and I heard her triumphantly proclaim, "I HAVE FARTED!"