Archive for May, 2010

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majuscule. [MAJ-uh-skyool].

May 17, 2010

majuscule [MAJ-uh-skyool], adjective:

1. Of letters written either as capitals or uncials.

noun:
1. A large letter, either capital or uncial, used in writing or printing.

heres some majuscule for you:

CONGRATULATIONS ELIZABETH ANN WOJCICKI!!!

you college grad you. notre dame will be so sad to be without you, but i, for one, am so glad you are done with notre dame.

creighton makes me want to vomit a whole lot less…

kidding… but not really

while i may have always been the cuter cousin

and the more athletic one…

annnnd perhaps the more agile and coordinated one at that…

you’ll always be the best older sister i never had, but always wanted.

so. hats off to you little bethy! i love ya!

(and heres to 4 more years of schooling before the real world. how smart were we to go the grad school route?)

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mugwump. [MUHG-wuhmp].

May 10, 2010

mugwump [MUHG-wuhmp], noun:

1. A person who is unable to make up his or her mind on an issue, esp. in politics; a person who is neutral on a controversial issue.
2. A Republican who refused to support the party nominee, James G. Blaine, in the presidential campaign of 1884

i am the kind of girl who cannot make her mind up about anything.

on a weekend night my favorite phrase to my roommates is “please dress me”. dinner menus are my nightmare.

and don’t even get me started on picking out paint colors. i might have a panic attack just thinking about it.

i think that my fickleness might stem from my mother,

the one. the only. susan reardon.

susie reardon

i mean, this is the lady who constantly has tile samples for our bathroom. and we finished our addition when i was in 5th grade. but i can’t complain, aside from my fickleness, i’ve acquired quite a few other traits from my her as well….

(as much as i would love to deny the fact that i am turning into my mother.)

shes given me:

my drive (some may call it perfectionism).

my intelligence (or what i would like to think of as intelligence).

my easy-going nature (though i’d like to think shes crazy sometimes).

my dashing good looks. obviously.

susie reardon

…i might get killed for that….

and last but not least, she gave me my life, and every day teaches me how to live it without living it for me.

happy mothers day mom! (i realize this post may be a day late, but i didn’t like the word yesterday).

i love you.

susie reardon

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vamoose. [va-MOOS].

May 5, 2010

vamoose \va-MOOS\, verb:

1. To leave hurriedly or quickly; decamp.
2. To leave hurriedly or quickly from; decamp from.

just 8 more days. and then after that, 3 more days.

8 until the end of the semester (there is no way to even inject an ounce of excitement i have to go home for the summer) and 3 more after that until i’m in one of my favorite most relaxing places in the entire world.

harbour town

hilton head island, south carolina.

nothing but biking, beaching, and bathing (as in sun bathing) for a whole 10 days.

i don’t think i’ll ever get closer to heaven without actually stepping inside the pearly gates.

just a 6 mile ride from the salty dog cafe.

and a 3 minute walk over to harbour town at dusk to hear good ol’ greg russell

one day, in the future, i’ll be bringing my vinyard-vine-and-sperry clad children into this harbour and watch them sing up on that stage just like i did when i was a youngin’. and it will still feel every bit as magical as it has for me all the years that i’ve stepped foot off the plane in savannah georgia, endured the what seemed like excruciatingly long hour car ride in excited anticipation, only to finally arrive and kiss the ground that is sea pines plantation.

have i mentioned that i can’t wait?

but for now, i have to vamoose to the library to write 2 papers and get crackin on a few study guides for finals. i’m not even that stressed about them right now. i’m more distraught over the fact that a lot of my friends– you wonderful, wonderful seniors– will be vamoosing in a few short weeks.

i wish you all the best with everything. good luck with graduation, good luck with the move out, good luck finding jobs, and good luck trying to cut off your ties from me at marquette. (obviously im not going to let THAT happen). its been a wonderful stay here with all of you and im sure you will all make us proud in whatever it is that you end up doing. visit soon– and visit often!