Pillow Talk

My co-worker has a knack for winning awesome merch at work. Check out this sweet men’s size “M” button-up with a “Institute of Light” decal embroidered right above a buttoned pocket. It fit her “incredibly well” but we decided that it should have a different life.

It will be so nice for her to have this at work for naptime. Not only is it comfortable, it’s completely work-appropriate.

I also quilled this recently and am posting it today in honor of the football game against UMass. My dad did his PhD at UMass and when I told him that Michigan was playing them today, his response was, “UMass has a football team??”

 
Go Blue! 

Ecotouchdownmaginationarium

I did something terribly, terribly archaic.

At work, we had a fundraiser called “Play United” where a $15 donation would allow you to participate in a variety of sports that day. (I “participated” in the 5k and got to the 2nd round of cornhole, but that’s a moot point unrelated to the content of this post.)

Some of the Edison boys decided to make a football team called “Ecotouchdownmaginationarium” and then my coworker and I decided to make them jerseys.

We ironed on their names and glued felt numbers to the back of the jerseys (black undershirts), and glued felt footballs to the front. Here is a workspace originally meant for book-writing, but totally taken over by jersey-making.

The beginning of the felt footballs.

Amazing! Felt footballs! They look just like the real thing.

The boys practiced before their big game.

But futilely. They lost anyway.

The team.

The shirts looked pretty sweet. Number 5 looks pretty dejected in this picture, probably because they just lost :( and I was forcing them to take pictures.

Oh hey, is that a ND fan with his shoelaces untied? (I can’t help myself.)

Ecotouchdownmaginationarium looked good on the field, but only because they had awesome jerseys. They totally appreciated the effort and continuously thanked us (not).

Back in the Bend

I hate to say it, but this is my third post about being in South Bend…

It’s so gorgeous.

The Basilica.

The stained glass inside the Basilica.

A helmet light fixture inside the Basilica.

     

Notre Dame, where they apparently don’t have enough money to purchase bike racks, and have to chain their bikes to fallen trees.

The Grotto.

Touchdown Jesus!

A Very Gaga Halftime Show (Michigan @ ND)

My heart stopped at halftime.

BUT SOME NOTRE DOUCHE RUINED ALL MY VIDEOS WITH HIS TALKING.

Hail to the Victors! With my lovely excited voice in the background.

I’m the Michigan Marching Band’s biggest fan and I’ll follow them till they love me. (I tried but then they went onto a bus and wouldn’t let me on. May or may not mean something else.)

I’m a really bad romantic videographer.

It's Great to be a Michigan Wolverine!

My first away game = success! (No, I didn’t get to corrupt any Notre Dame boys) (Mom, don’t ask me what that means)

I went to South Bend this weekend to watch college football in the form of Michigan @ Notre Dame. It was nice and rainy until about 3p, then at kickoff, it was nice and not rainy, then around 7p the cloud cover to the stadium started opening (probably for a Michigan win!)

On the way to the stadium, we saw part of the ND marching band doing weird things.

Oh hm, are those what real stadium lights look like? Michigan always rents stadium lights when we have night-er games (aka 3:30 games that are later in the season). I think this is because the Big Ten pays to rent them, but the Michigan football program would have to pay to install them.

The footballers run onto the field amidst boos and cheers. The stadium had a high percentage of Michigan fans. Sometimes, when a good thing for Michigan would happen, there would be cheering and I would get confused. “Why is everyone cheering? That’s a BAD thing for Notre Dame.” Luckily, I got un-confused (unfused?) and saw that there were many of the Michigan minority and started cheering even louder.

This is a pretty sweet picture of the scoreboard. Michigan ball and all 1s, no 0s. /nerd. (I may or may not have ‘shopped the time that originally said “1:33”)

Matt drove 170 miles all the way from Ann Arbor just to watch his team lose. Again. (Last year he drove from ND to Michigan for the game. This year he is a traitor, doing grad school at Michigan). Hey, check out that awesome scarf around my neck that I finished knitting that morning!

The final score! During the 4th quarter, I was shaking so bad it felt like I was standing on jelly legs. I was shaking even when we were up by ~10 points (and for good reason). I think I was shaking until about 10p.
(Non-Sequitor: we watched Aladdin after the game and when it finished, Matt and I simultaneously said words.
Nidhi: Why can’t real life be like this movie?
Matt: If I ever have daughters, they’re not allowed to watch this movie.)

When you’re in South Bend, you have to emulate Touchdown Jesus when your team wins and the Notre Dame marching band is playing sad, sad songs in the background.

You also have to dance around when you follow the Michigan Marching Band after the game. The blurry person is me, dancing.

Does this make me a deeb? I put this nice picture of the scoreboard on a ND coworker’s computer monitor. I bet he can’t believe his team lost. On his B-day! Ok, it probably makes me a deeb. I’m ok with that.

And now…Michigan is RANKED! 20! We Notre Damned those Notre Lameasses!

(ps...guess who was trippin' up all over his untied shoelaces in South Bend this weekend for ME?)

A Laborious Day

I went to Michigan for Labor Day weekend (and got to see Lady Gaga!)

I got to eat bhindi with Dov…

And not so long after, I realized a bug had smashed into the front bumper of my car. Ok, several bugs had smashed into the front bumper of my car…

I went to Ann Arbor because a bunch of my college friends happened to be in town.

My little sister Meha and brother Prakit (we’re not really related but we are all brown)…

My career fair homies Xtina and Prakit (with a glass half full of sangria for fun)…

3 former Michigan undergrads and 3 Michigan graduate students with a really big necklace around their necks…

3 former Michigan undergrads and 4 Michigan graduate students with a really big necklace aroudn their necks…

We look real fierce, yo…

Captain Morgan is more surprised that he is carrying me than I am…

My friends got jealous and wanted in on the action (and so did the random girl on the right, though I think she was part of the Captain Morgan promotion process)(believe it or not, this is my second time meeting Cpt. Morgan)…

We had to drop my brother off at his new apartment and I discovered this little piece of bro-bro trying to be crafty and make huge armhole tanktops (ew)…

Comically teeny stove…

Sibling cuteness…

Parental cuteness…

What a fun Labor Day.

Monster Ball Part II

The show opened with a dressed-up Lady Gaga (duh, when is she not dressed up?) prancing around with her friends waiting to go to the Monster Ball in the strange city of Detroit.

Sometimes, a Disco Stick is a necessary thing to have to get ahead in the world.

A living room somewhere is begging for the redecoration of this set.

The end of Boys, Boys, Boys. What a clear, non-blurry picture!

Lady Gaga found a Detroit Unicorn. Or sparkling chandelier. I really liked the music during it.

So I was dancing during Telephone, and I continued to dance as I started videotaping. I was hoping that Beyoncé would be there since the Jay-Z Eminem concert was the night before (Lady Gaga kept making references to it) but she wasn’t! I guess she doesn’t follow her hubby around.

This is Amanda with some 15-year-old girl wearing underwear and caution tape.

When we were outside waiting to leave the parking lot, several Lady Gagas were outside in the parking lot dancing to Lady Gaga music.

Amanda and I are doing the Thriller claws. I’m not sure why everyone at the Lady Gaga concert insists on doing the Thriller claws.

“You are so dying to dance!” These dancers started blocking my view.

They were blocking my view of the aforementioned guy…and some random girl who jumped on the car roof he was dancing on and started grinding up against him. Only at a Gaga concert?

I have this theory about Lady Gaga. I think she has a secret normal life where she is a down-to-earth girl where she does not require the audience to clap so she doesn’t die Tinkerbellesquely. She probably walks around with dark brown hair and wears normal clothes and gets addressed by, “Stefani.”  Sort of like Hannah Montana. But that’s just a theory.