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.