Von Trapp Family? We've so got them beat.

I'm tired.  My brain hurts a little.  I actually wrote these two sentences today:

Monterelone et al (2009) explored the possibility that the rs1049353 (1359 G/A)  single nucleotide polymprophisim (SNP) of the gene coding the endocannaboinoid CB1 receptor (CNR1) and the rs324420 (cDNA 385C to A) SNP of the gene coding fatty acid amide hydrolase (FAAH) the major degrading enzyme of endocannaboiniods may have functional effects on mature proteins.  It was noted that the CNR1 1359 G/A SNP and the FAAH cDNA 385C to A SNP are significantly associated to AN, and that there is a synergistic effect of the two SNPs in AN. 

I've devoted 4.5 hours to the paper tonight.  Time for bed.  I really really hope that I can have this draft done by Monday.  This first draft is looking incredibly messy (typing confusing crap like that genetic stuff that I am only starting to be able to wrap my head around) and is going to take a LOT of cleaning up, but I will feel SO SO SO much better when the skeleton of this paper is done (and there's at least a decent amount of meat on that skeleton. . . really I want to be to the point of only have to do some intensive "toning" work on the body of the paper by the time I leave for MN next Tuesday).

I have honestly never had to be this disciplined in my life.  I guess I know that I don't want the first to weeks of Dec to be miserable.  I know that the longer the final projects hang over my head, the more that is going to impede on time with Philip (he's being great hanging in there with me this week - I come home study, make him suppa, study, we have 2 hours of chill time and then I resume studying).  Plus knowing that we have a weekend in NYC planned for the weekend after we get back from MN (the 2 days before the paper is due!) has forced me to realize that this is the last real weekend I have to work on this because I do NOT NOT NOT want to have to think about it during the precious few days I have with my fam next week.

Photo of my favorite band/singer. . . okay, so maybe Day 7 isn't so bad. . .

Here's a good one. . . The Pearson Family.  We're pretty much like the Von Trapps.  I'm not joking. One of these days my cousins and I need to make ourselves some sweet drape dresses. . .  One of my favorite parts of Christmas (in about 20 part harmony. . .) is the carol singing with the guitars right before present opening at Grandma & Grandpa's.  Last year Philip got to experience this phenomenon for the first time. . .

 We always manage to somehow quasi fumble the lyrics of Here Comes Santa Clause (the song sung right before presents) and it's freaking hilarious for me and all of my older cousins who have experienced this happening year after year for more than two decades.  Above we are singing a personal favorite of mine, Up on the Housetop. . .  "Next comes the stocking for little Nell.  Oh dear Santa fill it well.  Give her a dolly that laughs and cries.  One who'll open and shut her eyes."  (I [and you can see Josh too] am   making "open and shut her eyes" choreography. . .)

Not the whole family.  Missing Nicole, Heather & Mitchell + significant others :(  However these two pictures represent a majority of the three generation choir. 

It was so so so cool having Philip at family Christmas last year.  You have no idea. . .

There's a sad sort of clanging
From the clock in the hall
And the bells in the steeple, too
And up in the nursery
An absurd little bird
Is popping out to say cuckoo
Regretfully they tell us
But firmly they compel us
to say good bye
cuckoo!
To youSo long, farewell
Auf Wiedersehen, goodnightI hate to go and leave this pretty sight
So long, farewell
Auf Wiedersehen, adieuAdieu, adieu
To you and you and youSo long, farewell
Au revoir, Auf WiedersehenI'd like to stay
And taste my first champagneSo long, farewell
Auf Wiedersehen, goodbyeI leave and heave
A sigh and say goodbyeI'm glad to go
I cannot tell a lie
I flit, I float
I fleetly flee, I flyThe sun has gone
To bed and so must I

So long, farewell
Auf Wiedersehen, goodbye

Goodbye.  Goodbye.  Goodbye.
miriam, if you are reading this. . . i'm think i'm thinking about what you're thinking about. . . sigh.