Wow. What a month. Stress, stress, stress. Wait, what's that? Mistletoe? Oh, heck no! I don't want no stinkin' kiss! Give me that! *nom nom nom*
Okay, okay, I'm just kidding, but not about the stress. With the move, getting behind in classes, all the big projects I had to complete, and the one professor that AUGHHH!—that's a story in it's own so I'll save that for later in this blog—planning for upcoming kids' school activities, and getting my son up to date on his shots so he could stay in school, I'm surprised I haven't found a hole somewhere in which to simply crawl into hide.
But then, so much good has happened on top of it that I can't really dwell on the mass of craziness that comes with living. I can, however, laugh at the insanity. Life is a circus, enjoy it, right? Tightropes, flaming circles, human cannonball, and knife swallowing, all symbolic of the activities that come at me every day of my life. But when it's all said and done, it makes for some great memories.
The tightrope comes in the form of "that teacher." What a crazy balancing act. I, Miss Studious, never ever sweat a grade. I figure and plan and work really hard to make sure I'll get my A in the classes I take. For the first time since the horrid professor that taught college level writing, I was sweating my A. No matter how I figured it, I could not make the grade needed to get it. I plugged and played and tweaked and then gave in and did the extra credit. Normally, I do extra credit for the fun of it and the practice, or because I need to know what I'm doing in order to help someone else, not because I'm sweating my grade.
I went into her class after my final final (haha yeah, redundancy reigns supreme there) and found out that I had a 95. Only I didn't really have a 95. My grade and another student's got transposed. Do what? Yeah, my grade was actually higher than that. Huh? *confused* I still don't understand how. But shoot, I'm not going to kick a horse that I thought was dead that is actually a winning derby racer. An A is an A with this professor, and I'll take it any way I can get it. I walked that tightrope, and made it to the other side with flying colors!
My son got to experience figurative sword swallowing while I played human cannonball yesterday. I took him in and he got 6 shots. Only 2 were mandatory. To those of you who are very against immunizations, don't judge me; I'm not up for dealing with blindfolded knife throwers hurling razor sharp objects at me in the form of judgmental opposing opinions. You see, my elder son has a heart condition. Contracting a disease like the ones they immunize against could kill him. Getting a bad case of the flu could have severe effects. So, yes, I'm okay with him having several needles stuck in him as a preventative measure. I'd much rather deal with the risks that may come with immunizations than risk the other alternative. Besides, a bowl of ice cream and a good movie later, he was just fine. I firmly believe that a scoop of ice cream is, indeed, a cure-all!
Speaking of sweets, irony dictates that my best friend has the same birthday as my ex. She apologized for that. Uh...listen here, lady! Please, don't. I love the fact that you were born. I love having a great friend, an in person friend and not just an online friend, that I can actually get together and do things with that doesn't judge me for my choices and my actions, who appreciates me for who I am, and who teaches me so much about all the things I want to do and be that she already does and is.
So, yesterday was her actual birthday, but this morning I stopped and picked up a cake to go with her card and gift, and headed over to "able" cookies (damn you auto correct! ROFL). We had a blast. We made oatmeal raisin cookies, another kind I can't remember the name of that is her mother's recipe, and chocolate chip. I got to use a cookie press for the first time, and it rocked! She has two other kinds to make. She sent me home with an easy peanut butter fudge recipe. Ack! I feel fat just writing this. And by fat, I mean Pillsbury doughboy tee-hee plump. And, do you know what? I'm okay with that.
Since I'll need to work off all the weight I'm going to put on over winter break, I'm looking for an internship for next term. Okay, so it's actually required, but I needed a good lead in for this topic, HA. I'd very much love to have a paid internship, but if I can find one that I can start right at the beginning and work 12-15 hours a week during the semester, I'd gladly work for the experience and references. How I am going to juggle that as well as everything else, I don't know, but you can bet your butt I will. Guess what I will be doing during my break. HAHA! Yep, job search.
My boys are going to have a great Christmas and they don't even know it. They haven't really asked, and they don't expect much. They know they got to spend $5 on each other, but they don't know the investment I've made in them. Again, mostly books. *grin* I've got all their gifts wrapped (I also wrapped the books for the book exchange for my younger son's class). I'm a bookwrapping pro, let me tell you, and I think that's fantastic!
I have a work party to attend tomorrow and have the best (think most humorous) gift for the exchange. I'm excited. I'm taking the boys with me, My boss got them gifts too. I almost cried when she told me. I have the most awesome boss!
I have so much to be thankful for. So much love, so much growth that I've experienced and will experience. The holiday season is not just about gifts and greed for everyone. For me, it's about family, friends, and love. Those who think otherwise need to experience the things I've experienced lately. It's the greatest feeling in the world. To those of you who want to beat me over the head and tell me it's about religion, fine. But since religion has been nothing but an evil and malignant beast in my life, let me celebrate this in my own way. I believe in things, in a higher force, but I'm simply going to live my life according to the underlying principles that can be found in basically all religion: Love for others, love for self, and respect for nature. Just because someone has religion doesn't mean they have faith. I'll take faith any day, thank you very much.
I have faith that my kids are going to grow up to be wonderful people. Those boys mean the world to me and they are growing up so fast. I like to think that I have one arm for each of them and a heart that embraces them both.
And on that note, I'm going to go enjoy the company of my kids. I hope that all of you, too, can take time out this holiday season, and every day, to do the same with those you care about!
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