A Week in the Life of...

This week was a lot more hectic (mentally) than anticipated. Well maybe not.

To say I can't remember most of what happened this week would be an extreme disappointment to all reading this (is anyone reading this?) Let alone to admit that not remembering is NOT alcohol induced.

I had a meeting with the director of the UCL Museums and Collections, who also plays a large part in the Institute for Cultural Heritage, which hopefully will also be the site of my fieldwork. The meeting seemed to go very well, she plans to review my proposal in greater detail and get back to me. Meanwhile, I was invited to the new staff party tomorrow in order for her to introduce me to everyone, so I take that as a good sign.

Will and I managed to swing by our favorite indian restaurant, which happens to now take over an hour to get to by bus (as it is in Bayswater, and we currently reside in Nappyville, I mean, Muswell Hill). It was fantastic (as always), and our decision to make it a twice monthly affair with friends is, in my opinion, and excellent idea.

I have decided not to play soccer (football) as schoolwork is taking much more time then it did when I was doing my MSc, so I'm going to have to start getting myself into the habit of running again. I'm hoping that since my fieldwork will be in London, I can play next season.

We went and visited Natalie's mom in Hitchin for a dinner party, which was fantastic as always. We met up with some friends and were surrounded by babies (2). Which for the first time in my life, I can actually say I enjoyed (playing with them, and then getting to hand them back to their mothers, but I did enjoy playing with them, and that is a step).

Meanwhile I've recently learned that my brother is "in a relationship, and it's complicated" (Facebook quotation of course). Since he has neglected to tell me what exactly that means, and who the relationship is with, I decided that I'd put this out there in the public forum...

Ramses and Nemo have moved from Jelly Pockets of food, to jelly tins of food. What this means is that the wetfood actually looks MORE disgusting than ever thought, and is easier for them to move off the plate onto the floor (which reminds me that we need a better mop).

These week seems to be filled with similar banalities, although I do have a presentation tomorrow, which I feel I should be more worried about than I am, but I'm sure the butterflies will hit me right when I start speaking.

Overall I'd like to give a big shout-out to Hilary Duff for wearing an amazing black and green short mini dress that she totally pulled off, and a shout-down to Lindsay, who, I have to say the hair is starting to grow on me, but whose outfits recently have lacked imagination (style, a washer...) And finally, to ScarJo, whom I can't figure out if I love or hate (I think I love), the new addidas line is really really weird. I know that hearts are supposed to be big this season, as are stars, but 1970's inspired running shorts over leggings is just one big trip to the gyno waiting to happen. I can't condone it, especially at over $50 a pair, you have GOT to be kidding. (I'm sure I can find that outfit somewhere in a thrift store for under $5), plus even Olivia Newton-John realized that stage of her life was her worst, fashion wise...