By the way… normally I’m a total overachiever when it comes to school. But not tonight. It’s 9:45 on a Sunday evening, I have a ton of reading to do for class tomorrow, and I’m just not in the mood. I wonder if I can just wing it?
I think instead I’ll pop two Benedryl and call it a night. I need my sleep. After all, I had an exhausting day of laying by the pool, working on my tan.
Last night I had another Shakespeare encounter with my good friend Hailey. I have a long-lasting love affair with old William S. I think he’s absolutely dreamy, and his writing makes my heart melt. Hailey has a special appreciation for my beau Will as well, so occasionally we try to catch a show together. Last night she ended up with last-minute tickets to Shakespeare in the Park, and it was F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S!
Hailey’s aunt and uncle are also fanatics (and a really fun couple!), and they had FRONT ROW SEATS to the opening night of All’s Well That Ends Well, which I had never seen before. Not only did I sit close enough to the stage to get spit on by the actors, but her aunt packed us a picnic dinner filled with special hors d’oeuvres and fancy-schmancy spreads. It was the perfect way to spend an unusually cool summer evening. Plus, it was the best way to see Shakespeare, the way it was meant to be seen–live and outdoors. Thanks Hailey!
I’ve been neglecting my blog. Mostly because I’ve been so busy I barely have time to eat and sleep, much less think any original thoughts. But my crazy-intense summer school course is almost through, and then I’ll have time to ponder the meaning of life, or at least come up with some funny stories.
Until then…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_nG9-2SC84
I’ve been neglecting my blog. Mostly because I’ve been so busy I barely have time to eat and sleep, much less think any original thoughts. But my crazy-intense summer school course is almost through, and then I’ll have time to ponder the meaning of life, or at least come up with some funny stories.
Until then…
Check out this video of my favorite team having fun. It almost makes me want to be a fan again.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_nG9-2SC84
Oh, and my other favorite team (my church softball team) finally won our first game tonight! After two VERY bad losses, tonight we won 16-10. Of course, we recruited two college ball players and a semi-professional to play with us tonight, which might have helped us a little. But we’re happy just the same!
At tonight’s game, for the first time EVER in my whole life, the pitcher looked at me and asked if I was a boy or a girl. Now granted, I was wearing a helmet, but I have a LOOONG pony tail, and very girlish legs. I am not sure how he could be so confused. It was somewhat disturbing, and somewhat funny. I think next week I’ll try playing in a skirt, just so there’s no question.
A kindergarten teacher at my mom’s school asked her kids to write a sentence that begins with “When I get big, I will…” and these were two of the responses (spelled exactly like they wrote it):
“When I get big I will go uround the wrld and tel pepl ubout Jezus.” (Haley)
“When I get big I will do what evr I want to do.” (Claire)
Don’t you just love kids?!
Life has been flying by at warp speed, and I have barely had enough time to sleep, much less write. Now it’s a holiday weekend and I am looking forward to three days of peace, with no major plans, no commitments, and no worries. I can’t wait!
Today I’m buying my new patio set for my newly built patio, and it kind of feels like Christmas! Shopping for furniture is one of my great joys in life, and this new patio set has been so thoroughly researched that I don’t think there’s a single set in the DFW area that I haven’t sat in. Today I have it narrowed down to a larger set from Wal-Mart or a small one from Home Depot. I just need to measure one more time, and then I’ll make the buy.
I have made another major change in my life this month. I began a relationship with a new man, and I think this relationship could be long-lasting. He makes me happier than I ever dreamed he could–I have wondered for some time what it would be like to have this person in my life, but had some hesitations. Then finally one day I decided to go for it, and I have never regretted it.
He’s my yardboy. Yes, I will not have to mow my lawn ever again! I didn’t think I wanted to part with that $30 a week, but I must say that it’s the best $30 I spend. It’s well worth packing my lunch a few extra days. I’m extremely allergic to grass, and each time I mow, my eyes swell up, my skin gets irritated, and I can’t breathe for a week. And then it’s time to mow again! But now, thanks to Aaron the yardboy, I can spend my Saturday mornings doing other things. Thank you, my friend! You have changed my life!
My other news includes:
1. Sister Sarah and I finally booked our trip to New York for this summer! After watching the airline prices skyrocket over the past few weeks, they finally dropped and we got a great deal. We also got tickets to a Broadway show. I can’t wait!
2. My roses have finally started blooming again! I didn’t kill them!
3. I bought an industrial-strength waffle-maker. The kind that makes those enormous waffles, the kind they had in my dorm at Baylor. I think I may love it even more than the yardboy. I don’t know–maybe it’s a tie. We’ve been eating a lot of waffles at my house these past few weeks.
4. I’m going camping next weekend. I’m a little worried that it may be a million degrees, but I guess we can always just sit in the lake if we get hot. I love to camp, as long as it’s for short periods of time (this time, two nights) and as long as I’m close enough to civilization to be able to run to get a Sonic drink if I get a craving. I think our trip will meet all my specifications. Which reminds me–I need to go find a swimsuit in case we do go lake sitting.
I’m off to enjoy my Memorial Day weekend! I hope you enjoy yours!
Today at work I went to a fundraising luncheon sponsored by one of my favorite non-profits and watched a Las Vegas Oprah impersonator do a “favorite things” spoof with all of our local mayors. I came home with silly string, a water gun, and an eye patch. They even served molten chocolate cake… my favorite. For Oprah’s big finale, she sang a Tina Turner song (apparently the Oprah impersonator moonlights as a Tina Turner impersonator). I kept waiting for her to rip off her Oprah-ish satin shirt to reveal her Tina Turner sparkly mini-dress hidden underneath as she did the “rollin’ down the river” dance, but alas, it wasn’t meant to be.
Last night my roommate and I (Have I mentioned she’s the best roommate EVER! My other roommate, Spike, the sharpshooter with an anger problem, is the second best roommate ever) tackled my yard. I’ve been so busy lately with grad school (it’s over Monday… yea!) that I haven’t had a spare minute to do yardwork. It got so bad that I had to close my eyes each night as I pulled into my driveway because the sight of all those tall weeds made my eyes bleed.
Okay, now I’m just being mellodramatic, but it looked awful.
So roommate mowed and I edged, then we both swept. When we got done, I decided to pull a few of the big weeds. And all of a sudden, I couldn’t stop. Every time I thought I was finished, I would spot a new clump of those little suckers. I had fun social plans for the evening, but I couldn’t seem to tear myself away from pulling those weeds. I think it was because I could see immediate progress, and the night was pretty, and the ground was damp so they came out fairly easily. Whatever it was, my obsession grew and grew until I filled a full garbage bag. I wanted to keep going, but my friends were expecting me, so I finally gave in and quit.
But this morning, as I sit down to work on my research paper, I have this strange, burning desire to go pull more weeds! I think it may be a problem. Or maybe it’s my subconscious telling me it’s sick of working on this research paper.
Maybe I’ll go pull just one…
It’s bad enough that I have to spend my beautiful Sunday afternoon doing homework instead of playing flag football with my church friends… but when I downloaded and printed the 20-page article off of some random business database that I’ll have to critique (among several assignments on my list for today)… the text is so blurry I can barely read it. So I get to read 20 pages of blurry text. Thanks a lot. It’s bad enough that this will be negatively impacting my social life, but now it’s also goign to make me go blind.
So here’s my critique–if you’re going to spend a year of your life getting an article published, at least make sure it’s readable!
Boo school! Thank goodness there’s just one more week!
