One more final

..... but it's a doozy. How does one spell doozy? I'm taking a mental health break to see my blog friends' posts and avoid studying. I actually cleaned the kitchen a few minutes ago rather than study.

My Christmas song this year.... sick of school ...fa la la la la, la la la la... Hate the projects and presenting... fa la la la la, la la la la.

One.
One final between me and a break.

The Watchers

Jay and I went out to eat this afternoon during his lunch break. Have you ever had the experience of being stared at? There were these two older men who totally stared at us the whole time. It was like we were the entertainment. I could see them from the corner of my eye. One of them literally sat back, folded his arms and watched us.

Jay and I started laughing. I mean, it was just so bizarre. These guys were done eating when we got there. They weren't even eating at this point. They had wives with them, but found us much more interesting.

Honestly, I wanted to shout, "I'm sipping my pop; get ready!"

Seven on Saturday

1. We got Taco Bell after church tonight. There was a long line. One person waited fifteen minutes to buy one taco. That's patience.
2. Tara and Emily told us about their crushes on the way home. I feel honored that they told us.
3. I worked on my Pharmacology take home final all day; finally it's done.
4. Jay fixed the tractor with parts from e-bay. It's a new world out there.
5. I have big feet and small hands. Just sharing.
6. I wasn't paying enough attention to what the girls were wearing before church. When we walked in, I noticed Tara was sporting a huge chocolate stain on her shirt. We put her nametag over it. Problem solved! :)
7. Want to get every possible cable channel totally free? Trade in your cable box; that party lasts about three days. ;)

kindness

I have seen kindness from family and friends. They have been forgiving when I mess up and cheer for me when I'm doing well. But I've grown to expect little from strangers and acquaintances. It's not that I believe them to be uncaring in general, but just not concerned with my concerns.

On Wednesday as we were finishing up a class, one prof asked in passing how many courses I was taking. She'd seen me in another course she'd subtituted for, for another prof. I said five. I was proud of that. I am working very hard.

Another person in the class who doesn't really know me, said " Well, it's easy for her; she's not working full time." I don't know why she chose to interject herself into a private conversation other than to put me in my place, lest I get too proud. She knows I also have two kids.

I walked out, kind of dejected. The high I had for finishing that tough course was dampened by this lady. I tried not to give her that much power, but I have to admit she got to me.

But then when I got home, there was an email for me from another classmate. She apparently overheard this conversation and said she had thought of me all the way home and had even discussed the happening to another classmate in our class. She praised me for taking so many classes and raising kids. She said she hates the competition some people have for who's busier. She was so kind. She didn't have to do that. But she took the time to make me feel better. I was touched by her kindness. It was also on my birthday, which kept my day fun.

She will never read this but thanks Kathleen for being a really kind person, when you didn't have to.

Fun Fun Fun Fun day so far. Love Love Love my birthday!

Happy almost birthday to me!

How old do you have to get to not want a birthday? I think I'll always look forward to my birthday like no other day. Maybe I'm just not concentrating on the aging stuff.

The day after tomorrow is my BIRTHDAY... and I love it!!!!!!! Every year I cajole Jay into giving me a present early. I got a watch this year. hee hee Of course, if I weren't completely spoiled on my birthday I wouldn't care so much. My poor best friend is 12 days older and when I called her on her b'day this year, she was finishing up making her own cake. Now, I don't know normal protocol for one's birthday, seeing that I'm spoiled and all, but that just does not seem right!

I have school on that day. Blech. But I'll make the best of it. I'm sure I'll tactfully let it slip that it is my birthday in case anyone wants to tell me Happy Birthday, which I just eat up. I sound like an 8 year old but I'm really..... well almost thirty years older than that. That's ok. Just more memories of my wonderful, stupendous, off the hook, stompin good time birthday!

Let the fun begin! Well, except for having to get my car out of the shop for 1,200 bucks, taking it to the e-check, going to the DMV, standing in line, turning in a paper at school and giving a small presentation..... But I'm not gonna concentrate on that. Because it's almost my birthday, almost my b-day.....la la la la!

Shopping

I'm pretty sure they're pumping in some kind of air in the Target that makes us want everything we see. You know what I'm talking about. Ok, we say to ourselves, only get what we need. Bread, milk, a present for Jay's dad, and socks.

We came out with Bella Sara cards for the kids, a small carpet for the living room, wrapping paper, bows, chocolate, Christmas lights, and a partridge in a pear tree.. I'm so weak. And Target is so enticing. It calls to me... Joann, come shop here. We have pretty lights, nice wide aisles, friendly staff , groceries, cccoooooommmmeeee, we're waiting for you. Your life will be better for having come in.. :)

I think I saw an Oprah about people like me. hmmm.