hear it in the stairwell:Bush
As many of you know, from personal experience, my blog is addictive. Just take a look at the counter Jon hooked me up with; people are obviously visiting often and I'm not included...look how long it's been since my last post! Well, have no fear hungry onthestairs blog faithfuls, a fellow reader hs come to your rescue and blogged in my absense...

"tuesday jan 27, 2004

hear it in the stairwell: 311 (amber is the color of my energy)

hey you guys. it's me again...abner, i mean, anber...no wait..Ambur...whatever. so chad's b day party was saturday night...nothing major, but he is so hilarious...and good looking...i mean...

anyway...the weirdest thing happened last night...i had a dream that my dog, levi, had puppies, which is weird because i've spent the past few months convincing the dog and myself that she is actually a "he" and leaving everyone else confused by interchangably referring to it as both. yes, i know i shouldn't live in denial, but i really wanted a male dog. i'm only practicing for when i have children. if this is the case, then poor "billy" will wonder why "he's" the only "boy" in "his" sophomore class who has breasts and can't grow facial hair. at least "his" mother will love "him".

so i was in the locker room today...getting ready to run on a treadmill and i couldn't decide if i should wear my orange sox or pink sox...so i wore one of each. i know...that's so punky brewster. so then i started running, but it felt really awkward. my legs were going at a good pace...almost sprinting, but it just felt like i was running in place, which is essentially what you are doing on a treadmill, but it didn't feel as smooth as usually. then it happened...duh...earth to ambor...i realized that the machine wasn't on. needless to say, i was so embarrassed. no one said a word to me, but i could see they were all biting their lips. i ran almost 20 miles that day, because i wasn't leaving until everyone else was gone because i was virtually paralyzed in my humiliation.

ok...well, i'm going to go throw some snow on my dog and take pictures of it...i'll post them later."


A McDonalds ice cream cone to anyone who can identify the guest blogger. Oh, and Bookie, well done...you can hijack my blog anytime!
Christine and I took the kids sledding yesterday! Can anyone think of a better way to spend a Monday afternoon snowday? Bryan even took an extended lunch break and joined us. I'm sure once I get ahold of some pictures they will be posted.
In attempts to transition myself into the late-night work schedule (and just out of my pure insanity) I got back home around 5a.m. this morning. And, suprisingly alert, I began looking over some school stuff. One of the classes I'm taking is completely information-based, a "distance learning" course. This means I have the book and a packet from the teacher to look over and a syllabus that tells me when I have to go in for the tests. It sounds great but it really is a lot of information to cover- 6 credit hours worth of stuff. SO for whatever reason I decide to open my book for the first time at around 5:30a.m. and check out the syllabus to see if I need to start reading in my 24-hours-before-the-test-optimal-learning timeframe. I blinked, rubbed my contact-dry eyes and squinted again as I reread that the first test was, in fact, in about 5 hours. I crawled in bed for an anti-refreshing 4 1/2 hours of sleep and arrived in the testing room wearing glasses and PJ's and my book in hand (did I think it would help me at this point??). 20 minutes later my teacher, an intriguigly butch old woman with a voice lower than my grandpas that reminded my of the scary librarian/softball coach I had in 6th grade who would slap our butts in indescribably uncomfortable ways, graded my paper. I crawled back in bed for another sold hour of sleep with the satisfaction of an 87% on my mind.