What would you do for a Klondike bar?

So, there are commercials for an ice cream product that ask "What would you do for a Klondike bar?" and goes on to show people do odd things in order to get free ice cream. Well, I wouldn't do anything embarrassing for free ice cream, but I do go great distances to get some alone time. I'll explain: I was in my doctor's office a couple weeks ago, getting checked out for a pain I was having in my butt, no not my husband, my actual behind. My friend Sherri calls, and I explain where I am, and that my motherinlaw had my son with her, and that I'd had to go and get an abcess in my ass in order to get some time alone. Fast forward to last Friday, I had a fistulotomy to alleviate the pain. So now I'm at home, typing this from my new laptop, and enjoying some time to myself. I'm hopped up on painkillers and pudding, not exactly feeling good, but not feeling bad either.

Blargh

I've got the flu, sort of, from getting a flu shot earlier this week. Since I've got a chronic illness that affects my immune system, I get all kinds of interesting things like that. Instead of simply keeping me healthy this winter, my system reacted to the innoculation and produced fever, chills, nausea, and a host of other nifty side effects too gross to mention. On top of that, my gastroenterologist rescheduled on me for next week because he had some emergency, but at least his office called and let me know 4 hours in advance of my appointment. I'm feeling better today, and I'll even go into class with an apology for the professor, homework in hand. My birthday is tomorrow, but it's not a milestone birthday or anything, nothing exciting, planning on going to see Doom at the Star Southfield with some friends. I'll be playing WoW tonight, never know what could happen!

Air Conditioned Life, Part 2

Remember my comment about going from wind chill factor straight to heat index? Well, it's October now, and we've gone from heat index to wind chill factor. I'm sitting in my office, wrapped up in a blanket, wondering if I've got any hot cocoa left from last March. Quick update on school: Marketing class for which I wrote the half-assed paper (A grade on that) and took the final late: I got an A for the semester, thankyewverahmuch! Then I took the International section of Business Policy & Strategy in Ann Arbor with around 25 students flown in from the University of Padua, Italy, and again, half-assing the class, I got, um... well... not an A... no, much, much lower than an A. Now I've got Feminist Philosophy, and I've gotten an A- on the first paper out of 3 that I need to write. Quick update on Robert: His birthday party was fun! All the immediate family & friends showed up, and more came for James' annual fireworks show & police visit... which did NOT go well. James has been to court and paid over a thousand dollars in fines and legal fees to make sure he wasn't charged with public drunkeness & disorderly conduct as well as fireworks possession and didn't have to spend a month in county jail. Guess I'm back to doing this blog again, especially when the insomnia's bad like it is tonight, too much on my mind to sleep just yet.

Pernicious Shrubbery

Robert's 2nd birthday party is this Saturday, and so I get to clean up the yard this week. I hate pruning and weeding. I love the way the front of the house looks when it's growing and blooming, but the work involved is so tedious and it's going to be hot outside today. I'll be going to lunch with the moms today at La Shish, we'll see how that goes. I have errands to run, things to drop off, pick up, take back, and new stuff to buy to get ready for the weekend, as well as whipping this house into shape. Lots to do, lots to do, and more tasks keep popping up every minute.

Air Conditioned Life

I live in Michigan, and although we have "changing seasons", it seems like we go directly from Wind Chill Factor straight to Heat Index. This year will be nicer for me, since we've now got a small backyard pool. Just one of those 4 feet tall 10 feet in diameter numbers, but, it's a pool, and it's right outside my backdoor. It's filling up right now, can't wait to see the water bill next month. I was supposed to go to the zoo today with the other moms/kids from playgroup, but it didn't happen. I was up and ready to go, but things came up, so we're thinking some other Thursday in July might be nice. I'm almost done with my Marketing class, I've got an "X" grade, and will have to take the final exam on September 7th, because the professor was sympathetic to my absences due to illness. Let me tell you, I felt ill today, the kind of ill that comes and goes, and keeps on coming and going, and going, and going... well, you get the picture. I called both doctor's offices, I'm going to need a note for the professor to include with my appliacation for the "X" grade, and to let them know that I'm still not doing well. It's too bad my outside coping skills are so developed, that I don't look like I'm sick at all. Must be my own brand of interior air conditioning, buffering how I really feel from the inside out.

Everyone's an A Student

OK, so I finished a few of the assignments for class that I'm behind on, and I went last night, spoke to the professor, and I've been given enough time to get everything done that needs to be in order to get credit for the class. What kind of grade I'll get remains to be seen, as my paper was kind of crap, but if I do a decent presentation, and turn in the rest of the assignments, I should at least get a C+. It's funny how I'm a C+ student when it comes to effort on my part, but I've been told I should be an A student because of "potential", "talent", or "giftedness"... what a load of garbage. Given enough time, everyone's an A student. The professor cut the class short, so I thought I'd come home and play some WoW, but, as it turns out, since it was patch day, and James couldn't get it all downloaded, he made my life miserable by sitting there huffing and puffing and getting bent out of shape. As if I could make the download go faster? As if I didn't even try to make it easier for him by starting the download during the day while he was at work? Nope, all I get is his angry behavior, and I can't deal with that, so I logged off and went to bed after telling everyone why. And he still hasn't thanked me, or apologized for being a jerk.

Fear of an Angry Spouse

So I need motivation today to finish 3 chapter outlines and a 10 page paper for Marketing that I started and stopped and then decided to drop the class. Well, wouldn't you know it, I get the most understanding professor in the world, and he's willing to let me come back to class after missing 3 sessions (because of the flu) as long as I have the work done. Isn't that just ducky? But here it's already after 10am, and I'm making zero progress. I've surfed a few websites, talked to James on the phone, and am writing here as a stalling tactic. When I get done with this, I'll probably call Sherri and the flip on the tv for a couple hours. By 2pm, I'll be playing World of Warcraft, and when James comes home I'll be freaking out because I've blown my chance at salvaging this semester and he'll be pissed at having wasted another pile of money on tuition. OK, that's it, that's my motivation, don't piss off James, that should do it. Too bad fear of angry playgroup moms couldn't have gotten me out the door with Robert this morning so that he could go play at Kristie's with Kaden and the rest of the toddlers. Maybe I'll offer to host next week, so that I'll have to get the house cleaned up and my homework done in advance.

Another new blog, just what the world didn't need

Exactly. No one needs any more stuff to read, and I certainly don't need another thing to have to do every other day. But I read the article in Popular Mechanics, and I decided to give it a shot. Seems like a good idea to keep some sort of journal, and having it online where people might want to read it might be motivation enough to keep doing it. I've never been very good at keeping a journal. I start out with the best intentions, I've even had to do them back in school, but the task of writing it falls down on my list of priorities and it just doesn't get done. A lot of things around here just don't get done. We have a nice enough house, but it would look so much better if only I would devote an hour a day to cleaning it. That's the problem, I plan to clean, I have the products to clean, and some mornings I'll even wake up ready to clean, but then Robert wakes up, or I turn on the television, or I log into WoW and 4 hours later nothing's been done. It's not that I lack motivation, I just don't focus on what's important... I know what my priorities are, I just ignore them... I'd rather do nothing, because there aren't any really bad consequences to not doing what I should be doing. My inaction doesn't lead to bad results. Doing nothing has the same effect as doing the things I need to do. I feel neutral, I feel invisible, I feel purposeless. So I'm writing this blog to give myself some purpose, some outer sense of being needed by the world. Go figure, no one's going to read it.