I haven't blogged in awhile, because I've been busy, worn out, and sick. This week has been hectic and crazy. So, starting from my last post.
I did not get to look at cars last weekend. Sadly, my father-in-law was sick and I was not going to bug him about it. He hardly ever gets sick, and when he does the man sleeps. A lot. Come to think of it... it's what his son does too. I wish that worked for me.
Sunday I actually accomplished quite a bit. You know... that list of things I was supposed to do the weekend before. Sean carried all my Halloween decor up to storage, including the other things in the house I wanted out. He cleaned the bathroom and straightened the living room. I did the dishes, cleaned the kitchen, did laundry and other such random things. I also bought him his Christmas present - Deeogee. She's a Yorkie/Min Pin mix and just downright adorable. He feel in love with her and has always wanted a tiny dog.
Isn't she cute? And yes, she is wearing a cut up sock. My sister in law (who rescued these puppies from a not so cool woman) did that because it was the only thing she could find to fit her. I mean, the dog doesn't even register as weighing a pound. Even the XXS clothes for them are too big for her. And she shivers all the time. Soooo cute.
Monday, I had school. I was slightly scared of my senior seminar class because she had started reading the papers. It was actually a great class. She talked about the common mistakes she found in our midterms, talked about writing in general, and procrastination. I had a lot of fun. Dr. Plummer also talked about how she knows much of our paper was the caffeine and chocolate talking. It is very true. One of her best points however, is that we do not write to content, we write to word count. I am guilty of this myself, although apparently not as bad as some of the scenarios she was describing.
I finished another Anita Blake book. Yep.
I went to look for at a Mitsubishi Galant, and the guy told me it was there at 4:30. Get there at six, to what turns out to be a small car lot, and find out that he sold it three hours ago. He lied to me. I was pissed. We left, and I headed to Nikki's. Nikki got me Heath Coffee Ice Cream. For future reference - delicious.
Wednesday, I woke up sick. I mean, feeling utterly like crap. I was so tired it was crazy. I barely made it through all my classes, and came close to skipping two of them. I didn't, but it was a close thing. Dr. Reed's class was great because we once again wound up on the discussion of procrastination. He told us that cleaning won't always be how we procrastinate. As you get older, you get more creative. You may figure out that your kids have homework, work on something else that needs to be done, or go get the much needed gallon of milk that is no longer in the fridge. As long as it is productive, you can lie and say its fine. This is very very true. Right after that, he noticed a hat on a desk, and asked whose it was. The kid sitting beside spoke up for it. A kid in the class said, "Oh look I have class to teach. Let's find out who owns this hat." Dr. Reed starting laughing, and walked over to the stand his ipad was on. "I think this isn't quite right," and he proceeds to start adjusting it up and down. We all died laughing.
Right after that, we went into Dr. Plummer's class. Once again, procrastination comes up. She told us it's very true, and said that maybe you work on some other paper or committee forms instead of grading - no one wants to grade. She isn't paid to teach, she's paid to grade. I can believe that. She said they would have to find more for Dr. Reed to do, and she'll let him I know said so. "Please wait till I'm out of his class!" She laughed. Apparently, by the way, many universities require their Freshmen to write a twenty page paper. "Well at least I could look back on it fondly now" said one girl. Nooo, I thought. "Yes, but then as seniors you write a 130 page paper." See, I knew. "Trust me, it's much harder to write 130 pages the night before" - Dr. Plummer did this. See, everyone procrastinates.
That's pretty much been my week. I woke up Thursday feeling even worse. My bad ear is draining, my good ear has pressure and pain, which in turn is making my jaw hurt and my throat is on fire. Amazingly, I haven't had a migraine yet. No clue how that is working, but I won't complain.
I had a breakdown and cried in my husband's car for almost an hour last night. Everything is fine, but the stress of finding rides, missing things I needed to be at, being late for work, and everything else just hit me. I also worry about wearing out people's worry, being trouble, and all that jazz. I don't like being a burden or bothering people. I'm very worried I'm been bothering people. -sighs- Today I get to look at cars. Just wish me luck.
