We’ve gone to the great big bay in the west.  Updates maybe, if not, see you in a week!

for the librarian bun, of course!

I just got my acceptance to the Master of Library Sciences program I applied for!!  A whole week earlier than expected!  I’m thinking that they were so excited to have me in the program that they just couldn’t wait.  AND it means that I’m a FIRST CHOICE!  Not a wait-list better-than-nothing (I think I have a bit of a complex from the way I felt in my last graduate program, what do you think?)

and…

They gave me a fellowship!!!!

It’s not enough to cover the whole thing, but still, it’s a chunk of change and it was merit based, which is more than I got from my last graduate program.  They actually, really, truly do want me!  I’m a Fellow!  

Let me introduce you to Chicory, mynewschool’s Suchandsuch Fellow this year.  

That’s got a great ring to it.

first off, I just have to say that I am not making this shit up

clear?

Ok, then.  This morning I was sitting on the couch and Sassa was lounging across my lap, belly down.  Absentmindedly I was rubbing her back, and then I scratched it, just a little.  

That was it, I had an itchy back monster.  A little wiggle monster that wanted me to scratch her back constantly.  As in I could not stop without her insistently wiggling and adamantly insisting, “keep scratching my back, please!”  I should point out that though she said please, her manner was more like that of a queen than a beggar.

After about 10 minutes or so I was through scratching her back.  I had other things to do.  Like stretch, and cough, and… stuff.  So I informed Miss Sassafras that I was through with the back scratching for the morning.

She hopped off my back, looked me in the eye for a solid moment, gauging my will, I suppose.  And then she made a proposal.

“How about I scratch your back for a little while first, and then you scratch my back some more?”

Although she joined me in my fit of laughter, I could tell that she wasn’t sure what we were laughing at.

Some of you have met my friend, Ruth.  She’s only been blogging like, 3 weeks, but already she’s winning people over with her wit and realism.  Well, she entered a fantastic picture in a contest and it turns out that she’s a FINALIST!  

So, here’s the picture that she entered.

And here’s where you can go vote for her.

So, please, go vote for her.  Give her a big IVP welcome!

There’s a reason that even though Sassa’s beautiful and charismatic, we’re not living the high life off of her modeling and acting contracts…

it’s because the darned kid doesn’t perform on command.  

Don’t get me wrong.  The feminist within me is proud that my child doesn’t let herself be manipulated into performing simply for the  benefit of others.  But the stage mother within can get so frustrated that my little ham is only hammy at her convenience.

We were asked if Equality Utah could film Sassa saying either “I love my two mommies” or “I have the POWER!” for a promotional video to be shown during a big fundraising dinner.  ”Can Sassa do that?” they asked.  ”No problem.” I said.  I was so wrong.

It was right after nap.  She was sleepy.  She was shy.  She flat out wouldn’t say either of those two things.  In fact, she wouldn’t say anything at all.  At least in front of the camera she wouldn’t.  She did whisper “I love my two mommies” but it was too faint to use, I think.  She talked about her dogs for a few minutes off camera.  Finally they asked me to hold her.  So I did, and she tucked her face into my neck.

A star she was not.  Cute as all heck, but…

Anyway.  Alas. 

She was a bit more talkative by the time we got home.  So I whipped out the camera for this week’s video dose of Sassafras.  And, of course, she stopped talking.  But she did sing some.  And yes, she’s still obsessed with octopi.  So here you go.