Can it be Thursday?

Right at this very moment I’m sitting in the lobby at school.  I sit here every Tuesday from 12:15-2:00 and study, or FB, or blog.  I get kinda mad when the couches are full, especially when it’s full of people who are sprawled out SLEEPING, hello?  make some room!  This one person even brings a blanket.  Every. Week.  Anyway, so I’m stuck on the floor.  My butt hurts.  I’m sitting with my back to the back of a couch that some male is sleeping on.  He keeps cutting the cheese and it is utterly disgusting.

Yes, you just read that entire paragraph correctly.

Ugh.

I have two tests on Thursday so I have kept myself  busy with studying.  I’m glad I took some stolen moments this weekend to escape to our bedroom to do so because Rob got called out-of-town over night for tonight which leaves just the Momma to care for the Lucas.  Yeah, I can study once he retires for the evening but it still won’t be the same without Rob.  We are attached like that.

Someone or something hacked into my twitter account and sent spam DM’s to people.  This makes me sad.  This makes me want to delete it but I don’t want to delete it.  Annoying.

Remember when I went to the dentist?  I’m too lazy to link it, so can you try to just remember it?  Well, I did.  And I got some serious fillings.  I think 3 on one side of my mouth.  I had some pain for a few days but interestingly it was never in my teeth.  It never hurt to chew or anything, I would get pain after eating where he injected the numbing…..stuff?  Whatever it’s called (my butt hurts).   Anyway, yesterday the pain increased and it feels like…..if you’ve ever had braces you will know what I mean when I say it feels like my teeth are moving.  ALL OF THEM.

It hurts in my left cheekbone and it feels swollen on that side of my throat AND it sometimes hurts in my EAR.

I’m pretty sure I’m dying.  I always have this fear of having  a tumor and it just keeps growing and growing and I don’t know about and then one day I will fall over dead.  I know it sounds like I’m making light of this but it is a real fear of mine.

So here’s the thing….do I go to the dentist or to the doctor???

I also get all worked up because I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS.  Making appointments also means making sitter accommodations and I have school, and studying, and dinners to make and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH.

So there it is.  (MY BUTT HURTS)

1.99

I knew that my cable promotion period was ending soon, I was just waiting patiently for the arrival of the bill that would show this information to me.

It arrived today.

38.99 more than the normal bill.

No thanks.

I call them.  They tell me that they are sorry but I am not eligible for another promotion since I just got out of one.

That’s crap.

I ask how I can lower my bill.

She gives me a few options.  I tell her I don’t use my phone and she tells me how that is the 38.99 dollar charge and yes we can take that right away.

Interesting.

But she has to transfer me over to the Removal Department or otherwise titled, The Department That Doesn’t Stop Trying to Persuade You to Keep the Phone Department.

I know lady, I know, but I’m not paying for a phone I haven’t used once in the whole year I’ve had it.   My bill will still be cheaper.

I KNOW, STOP TRYING TO CONVINCE ME.

How many times can I say, “No thank you”?

NO THANK YOU, PAT.

So by returning one box we don’t need and getting the phone we are removing 45.74 from our bill and that’s about 10 bucks cheaper than it has been this whole year.  Not great, but not bad and I still get to keep my DVR and Soapnet.

Priorities, people.

All is taken care of for a small fee of 1.99.  You can’t even REMOVE something that has EXPIRED without being charged.

And we wonder what is going on in the world today.

 

 

Three Years

I found out some good news today, and it’s possible that this may have happened for a good reason.  And that’s the story of my life, because I truly believe that everything does happen for a reason.  I don’t want to get ahead of myself though so I’ll share it when I know for sure.

Today is our three-year anniversary.  Here is what I posted on face!book:

Happy Anniversary to my husband! Thanks for all the butterflies!!!

Here’s the comment that one of his friends left that has made my entire day:

“I still remember how much he talked about u after ur first date. Just about made me sick. Happy anniversary!”

*SMILE*

Between the Hours of 8 and 10

During the a.m. hours of eight and ten, when I don’t have school, I’m just waking up.  I’m rolling over groaning while wishing I could sleep a little longer.  I take the ten seconds it takes me to walk from my bed to Luke’s crib to convince myself that today I WILL nap when he does.  No laundry, no homework, no computer, no reading….just a long luxurious nap for me.  I have barely one eye open when I round the door of Luke’s room and I hear, “HI!”.  My day starts with a bouncing Luke who is obviously practicing for the Olympics.  It won’t be long and he’ll be doing a Punch Brani straight out of his crib and I’ll be forced to write down numbers to judge him every morning.  Is it 7:00 am?  Then a 3 it is!  Is it 9:00 am?  Then 10!  A 10 he is, baby!!!

By nine a.m. I’ve had some coffee, Luke’s had his blueberry waffle or banana and he has spread every toy he owns around the entire house.  I step on a matchbox car.  Is it nap time yet?  Because THAT hurts.

It’s 9:30, and somewhere in the last 30 minutes I’ve lost all  my sanity and started laundry, or made some phone calls that needed to be made, or started on a cleaning binge and now I’m boiling with adrenaline.  Crap.

At 10, the Luke decides he wants to nap and now Mommy is too wired.  Nap for him, more cleaning for me.

Every time.

By 7:00 p.m. every evening I tell myself I’m going to bed when Luke does.  I’m finishing up the dinner dishes and I can barely keep my eyes open.  I’ve packed all the lunches.  I’ve packed all the bags.  I’ve thrown the laundry down the stairs (HEY, it’s close).  I don’t know how I can stay awake another minute, but I do.  I play on the floor, I tickle the boy, I snuggle with a sleepy Lukey who is DEFINITELY sleepy but not ready to give in.

By 8:00 it’s time for him to go upstairs.   After I lay him down, I come back downstairs to finish up a few things and then that’s it, I’m going to bed!  But I don’t.  I end up awake until 11:00.  Suddenly it feels like I have a million things to do or I’ve finally thought of something to blog about.

And that’s what happens between the hours of 8 and 10.  Every time.

IOU

I went for a run yesterday.  I haven’t been running in a while, but the urge was there yesterday and the day was so beautiful, I couldn’t turn it down.  I didn’t have any other obligations to fulfill, so I decided to fulfill one to myself.

I may have mentioned before that I pray when I run.  Yesterday was no different and I was thanking Him profusely for everything I have.  Even though I want more.  Yes, I do.  But I need for nothing.  I’m working on that.

When I got home I checked the mail and found a letter from the State of Michigan saying I owe them 1900 dollars in back taxes from 2005.  I wasn’t sure how this could be.  A retired accountant does my taxes every year, but after reviewing the paper work, it seems to be true.  I felt sick.

I feel like financially I have tried to do everything right, but for some reason I keep finding myself needing to shell out more and more money when at the moment, it’s not coming in at top speed.  I feel like I’m trying to do the right thing by increasing my education with my skills in hopes that this is the best thing for our family.   For Luke.  For a possible child that doesn’t exist yet.

This letter defeated me.  Knocked me down a little.  But I’m good at standing back up.  I’m excellent at pushing forward.  I’ve almost perfected it.  The positive out look, the “meant to be” mindset.

Today on my way to school I was listening to my regular morning show that I enjoy.  To make a long story short,  the 27-year-old producer had done a radio show back in college with a friend that the show he’s on now has made fun of.  It was the J and B show and it was humorous when they play snippets from the show and laughed at their inexperience.   Well, J found out this weekend that his friend B, had just died from complications from the H1N1.  He had double pneumonia along with it, but other than that, was a healthy 27-year-old person.

I don’t know this person.  But I think of his mother.  I don’t know this person, but I think still think of it.  I think of it and it reminds me that 1900 dollars is nothing compared to the health of my family.  And I thank Him for that profusely as I climb the hill up to this building I now sit in waiting for class to start.

No amount of money is comparable at all.