I feel a load of whininess getting ready to burst out of every pore. So here it comes:
Why is getting ready to leave for a conference so hard?
Why do advisees always wait until the day of their registration to contact me for advising? When advising week was two weeks ago?
Why do all of the people on the other side of my hall have to move to another building?
Why won't anyone tell me who is moving in to those offices?
Why does it take so much energy for me to get anything written?
Why do I have to attend so many meetings?
Why did I commit to post in my blog every day this month?
Why do I like to gossip so much?
Why is it so damn hot in my office?
Why can't I ever type those word verification letters correctly the first time around?
OK. That is all. Tomorrow I hope all will be restored to my normal positive, if somewhat snarky, self.
Why a Bad Ass?
- Dr. Bad Ass
- In 2001, I thru-hiked the Appalachian Trail and collected data for my dissertation. I had taken the trail name "Turtle" as a symbol of my desire to be persistent, to be connected to the earth, etc. After about two months of hiking (400 some odd miles), I injured my piriformis -- a big muscle in my rear -- and left the trail for a month and a half of physical therapy. Yes, on my ass. The piriformis muscle, because it was injured, banged away on my sciatic nerve, making it impossible for me to sit, stand, lie down, or simply BE without pain. Just before my completely self-sacrificing, wonderful, and ever-lovin' spouse, Footslogger, showed up in Damascus, Virginia, to collect my sad self and take me to a hospital where I could get good drugs and some rest, a couple of hiking friends (Chris and Triple Slim) stopped by the drug store, bought a little stuffed donkey, and brought it to me in a paper bag. They said, "Your trail name used to be Turtle. Now it's (drum roll, please) Bad Ass Turtle." That donkey is now sitting on my desk, as a reminder for me to be who I truly am. Not just a bad ass, but Bad Ass Turtle. Want to email me? Try badassturtle(at)gmail.
Meez
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2 comments:
I can't help with all your questions, but...
Conference: so you'll be so happy to leave conference for home.
Dunno. Dunno. It's all a conspiracy to distract you. Dunno. Overextended, are you? Ditto. Dunno. Dunno. It's a common blogger's syndrome. I either can't or see words that don't exist. And I persist in trying to pronounce them.
Hiya ... I'm here through the NaBloPoMo link ... and I like your whiny post! I have many of those myself!
Bookmarking you to come back and read because your story behind the name Bad Ass Turtle cracked me up! :)
Peace,
Lisa at Snarkypants.com
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