The random thoughts that flutter through my mind...
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My birthday: April 17
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If I had a billion dollars, I'd give a million to each of my friends and family. I'd have an indoor gym and pool built at my college. I'd pay for teachers aides at my daughter's school. I'd buy every book Nora Roberts ever wrote, and I'd fly to her next book signing so I could tell her thank you for saving my sanity by giving me an escape from reality for a few hours at a time.
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1,000 Shades of Fool
American Girl
Buddhists Do Scratch Their Heads Too
DJGroovySlug
FlyLady.net
He Wrote, She Wrote
I choose not to believe
I Was Just Thinking...
Jill Shalvis
Long and Writing Road
Miss Snark
Passionate Chaos
Pub Rants
Questions Asked, Questions Answered
Running With Quills
Still I Rise
Sublime Vacuity
The Steal-Me Book
Turn the Page
Woodland Rambles
today
April 2008
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Taken from the ALA website
Books I have read are italicized.
Calculus again tomorrow. Yuck.
Someday, when I grow up, I'm gonna be an accountant. This, of course, hinges on my getting through Calculus. The logarithms are getting to me... guess I'm gonna have to actually do some homework. (Damn it.) The rest of the classes are going fine, though.
Oddly enough, I'm enjoying International Business Environments. It's taught by a guy who moved here from India years ago... he's interesting and funny, and he has a tendency to let class out an hour or more early if we get through the chapter quickly. (Gotta love that!) He also has all of his quizzes as take-home assignments.
I'm having fun in Microeconomics, too. (That just blows my mind... I figured I'd hate it.) Another great teacher- but don't dare come to her class without doing your homework- she likes to call on random people during class and ask them to read their answer to the homework problems.
Intro to Fiction is kinda weird... we've been reading all these depressing stories about women who are unhappy in their marriages, and men who are stupid or just untrusting... The Story of an Hour, Ladder of Years, Madame Bovary. Oy- and the teacher claims to be happily married. Seems kinda fishy to me.
And then there's Career Perspective. That's a whole other post. (AAAAARGH! That class annoys me.)
Time for school/work/daycare. Goody goody!
Studied for 3 hours... M is still awake. I'm ready to go to bed- wonder if I can get him to go watch a movie in his room so I can sleep.
My MIL called this morning before I was even all the way awake to ask if we were going to be home today and to tell me she was coming up. Sooo, I had to run around and clean up al the mess from yesterday really quickly. The floor still needs mopped in the kitchen, but oh-friggen-well... and then after they left I fell asleep on the couch for a couple hours. I'm still tired. It's bedtime in a few more hours- yay!
I think I have a calculus test tomorrow and I haven't studied at all- boo. I'll study in the morning at work.
Going to cry. M won't go to sleep. He had 3 glasses of mountain dew at the reception- but there wasn't anything except soda for him to drink, and he was running around and kept getting thirsty. I figured he used up enough energy that it would balance out.
I was wrong.
The wedding is over. The dresses were all finished on time (albeit barely), everything made it to the wedding- including the bride, the dresses and the flowers, I survived the toast, and my feet are killing me.
I was finishing the ring bearer pillows while my hair was being done (I also painted my toenails and resewed a seam for one of the girls because she managed to rip it open somehow). I did my makeup then too.
The trip to the wedding was interesting, to say the least. My car was acting funny last night, so I asked Sheila if I could ride with her to the wedding... and she pointed out that she couldn't drive in her wedding dress... and Nora, the other bridesmaid who was here, has no license. It was decided that I would drive Sheila's car. Only one problem. It's a stick... and I'd never driven a stick. So we took a trip to Wal-mart last nite so I could practice. It wasn't too bad, really. I managed to get us to her house today to pick up the stuff she forgot, but then when we got to the stoplight near her house (which is on a hill) I couldn't get it to go, and killed it repeatedly (as in we sat through two complete green-yellow-red light cycles while I tried to make the car go) but I did finally triumph over the clutch and we arrived at the wedding site.
The best man drove her car to the reception site afterwards, and I rode with him. His car is a stick, too, so he's used to it, and he had problems with first gear too. Apparently it was the car, not just me. I managed to shift just fine all the rest of the time, it was just first gear that hated me. I now have a new skill. Yay, whoo me!
So anyway, the dresses were beautiful, the wedding was nice (even though it started an hour late) -which reminds me, the reason it was so late was because we left the pregnant bridesmaid's top in my closet and the flowers for the entire wedding party in the trunk of my car (oops), so we called Josh and had him go back home to get the stuff (since he left after we did and was closer to the house). I have such a sweet husband... my house has been overtaken by pink satin for weeks, the laundry is behind, the dishes kept piling up, and I was sewing every minute that I wasn't doing homework... and he hardly complained at all. (He did say that he was proud of me for being such a wonderful seamstress but he hated to see me waste it on someone who wouldn't appreciate it.) Fortunately for Sheila, she said thank you repeatedly and gratefully- interspersed with many compliments on the wonderful job I was doing 
-even though I told her to quit kissing up.
Okay, enough for tonight. Going to throw the kids in bed and go sleep. Josh told me to go to bed and not to worry about cleaning up until tomorrow. (Everyone's clothes and makeup and hair stuff, plus all the scraps from sewing and assorted other crap is all over the kitchen and bathroom downstairs.) I'm so tired I was slurring my words, but I had a brief burst of energy that has sadly passed now. Goodnight.
The song that is me.
Now I will tell you what I've done for you
50,000 tears I've cried
Screaming,Deceiving,
And bleeding for you
And you still won't hear me
Don't want your hand this time
I'll save myself
Maybe I'll wake up for once (wake up for once)
Not tormented daily defeated by you
Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom
I'm dying again
.:cHorUs:.
I'm going under (going under)
Drowning you (drowning you)
I'm falling forever (falling forever)
I've got to break through
I'm going under
Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies
(I don't know what's real and what's not)
Always confusing the thoughts is my head
So I can't trust myself anymore
I'm dying again
I'm going under (going under)
Drowning you (drowning you)
I'm falling forever (falling forever)
I've got to break through,
I'm...
So go on and scream
Scream at me, so far away
I won't be broken again
I've got to breathe
I can't keep going under
I'm going under (going under)
Drowning you (drowning you)
I'm falling forever (falling forever)
I've got to break through,
I'm going under (going under)
Going under (drowning you)
I'm going under
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What elemental dragon are you?
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A just asked if I was gonna get her an EasyBake oven. I told her to ask for one for Christmas... so she told me to go buy one from Walmart and wrap it up the night before Christmas and pretend she doesn't know what it is... and then she'll give me a kiss. Where'd I get this kid?
All the skirts are made, but 2 need hemmed. (mine being one of them... ) I'm almost finished with the pregnant top... but she hasn't shown up so that I could finish fitting it to her... and I don't want to make it and it not fit.
Once more, for the record... I hate pink satin. Especially when it's this particular shade of pink.
Gah, I'm turning into an old fogey. I'm excited about joining the PTO and being a room mother. Brother.
The meeting was kinda fun, though, and (amazingly enough- considering my public speaking issues) I even brought up a few points that everyone at least pretended to like. I also volunteered for the family fun night and to make cookies for the Parent-Teacher conferences next week. (I figure if I make cookies and take them somewhere else I won't eat them all myself and undo all the good I've managed to do so far with my diet and exercise.)
I feel empowered- I have a voice in my daughter's education! Woot!
I'm wearing my hair in pigtails. I told hubby that I needed a lollipop.
4 skirts finished, 2 cut out. lost the last 2 zippers- can't finish the skirts til I find them or buy more. 3 tops finished, 2 cut out, one to go.
The bachelorette party appears to have been a smashing success. I was unable to attend (despite being maid of honor) because one of the other bridesmaids planned it and booked the room without telling me and I already had plans for the night. In retrospect, however, I'm glad I didn't make it. The bride ran into a guy she knew at a bar, and invited him and his four friends back to the hotel room, where all five guys proceeded to strip for the girls. If I'd been there, I'dve snuck off to text-message hubby and beg, "quick, call me, say there's an emergency- get me outta here!"
It's all good, though, the girl who planned it got totally wasted and they were late leaving the room cause she couldn't stop worshipping at the porcelain throne. (*Evil snicker*- that's what she gets for usurping my job and not even having the decency to call and be sure I can attend before she books the room.) I'm not irritated, no, not me!
I spent my night with a 2yo who was in bed by 10:30... and I napped on my friend's couch until she and her other half got home at 3am... then I got stopped by a cop on my way home. He walked up to my window, asked if I'd been involved in a fight... I said, "Uh, no, I was just watching my friend's kid." He said, "Okay, that's all then, you can go." And I drove the rest of the way home. (Did I happen to mention that we live in the same complex, and I was only driving around through the parking lot?)
Yeah, that was my night. Boring, huh.
No, actually, I loathe and despise the shit.
Current tally: 4 of 6 skirts finished, 1 of 6 tops finished. 1 skirt cut out, 1 skirt still needs cut out. 2 tops half done. 1 top cut out. 1 top still needs cut out.
I may not have enough material to finish. May have to go to Wal-mart still tonight if I get to that point.
Still to do: 1 pink lacy garter, 1 flower girl basket to decorate, 2 ring pillows to make.
Days left to accomplish all of the above: 7.
Will someone shoot me now, please?
Go ~~>here<~~ and play the Crimson Room. Tell me if you manage to figure it out.
I got an email from A's teacher asking if I was available to volunteer on Wednesday mornings, so of course I said yes. I'm all excited. I get to be a room mommy! Whoo hoo me!
Anyone involved in the comment war (and you know who you are) needs to go check it out. Chester, Rico and Peachy ROCK!
At work. I like work, really I do. I just don't wanna do my homework, which is due in an hour and 15 minutes.
Had an interesting conversation with A this morning before school. I was putting ribbon with flags on it in her hair, and she asked me why it said United We Stand. I'm assuming that her teacher will be discussing the significance of tomorrow's date, so I tried to explain that September 11, 2001 was a very sad day because some very bad men blew up buildings and a lot of people were hurt and killed. I told her the ribbons were because we were telling people how sorry we were that such a horrible thing happened, and that the flags were red white and blue to show that we cared about America.
I keep replaying the conversation in my head. Should I have tried to explain in more detail? Should I have told a 6yo that things like that even happen in the world? Would it have been better not to tell her? To let her go on believing that the world is a good, safe place? Would that be right?
When I was young, having kids didn't seem like such a terrifying prospect. Why is it now? Has the world changed that much, or is it just that my eyes are opened now?
