My day was bookended by two rather strange events. This morning, as I was washing out my cereal bowl in the sink, I noticed something move quickly in my direction. Since I had the water running quite hard, I assumed it was a splash of water. But when I looked down, something was looking back at me: a small green tree frog. Then this evening, while driving Luke and John to the dog park, another driver turned his car onto the road I was on and hit the median so hard that he lost his back bumper. It made the most incredible noise, but amazingly the driver didn't hear it! His entire back bumper, complete with his license plate, is still sitting in the road. I thought about placing a Lost and Found ad: "Found, one back bumper. Call to identify."

I've written about my love of teaching evaluations here before. I believe my last entry had to do with a student who remarked that I was "intellegent." Certainly, though, my most recent batch tops them all. Reading through my evaluations this morning, I came across one that said, "She's cool, laid back and informative. Easy on the eyes, too... rarrr...". Personally, I think the "rarrr" really brings a certain something to the sentiment.

Last Friday, while waiting in the Denver airport, I noticed something funny. There was a woman in the terminal with knitting needles that could have speared an adult with relative ease. As she was knitting, a voice on the intercom told us that we couldn't bring liquids or gels on board. So what, now we can bring sharp objects on to planes again but we can't bring Carmex or water? Is there a country on this earth whose government does NOT have its head up its butt?

I've been thinking lately about life at nearly thirty and what I expected it to look like versus what the reality is. Everywhere we turn, we're told (I would argue, women especially) that we can have it all: a successful career, a fulfilling family life, a home-cooked meal every night, and eight hours of sleep. So what happens when that's not the case? Do we alter our lives to make the image fit, or do we alter our expectations? I'm reminded of a line from Sex and the City, spoken by Carrie's uptight boss, Enid: "That's the key to having it all. Stop expecting it to look like what you thought it was going to look like."

Ay, caramba! I turned on the TV last night to find that TiVo had recorded something for us from Univision, the Spanish-language cable network. After I voted it down and deleted the program (not being bilingual, after all), I couldn't help but wonder: is my TiVo trying to tell me something?