So last Thanksgiving we were with Husband Man's family, and they usually go to all the Black Friday sales. I had endured 19 1/2 blissful years innocent of the horrors that are Black Friday, since my people don't go to those things. (We're usually holed up in our house, waiting for the storm to pass.)
However, last Thanksgiving Husband Man's mom and older sister pointed out the benefit in going to Black Friday sales so that we could get the things we could really use as newlyweds at a cheaper price, things like Tupperware and dinnerware and sheets and even a few Christmas presents for other family. Subdued, I was taken along to my first Black Friday sale, midnight at the local Walmart.
I don't think I'll ever forget that day. There were people and shopping carts everywhere, filling the aisles of the store. I learned then just how dangerous Black Friday is, and how hard it is to get sheets without dying.
This year, with only last year's first experience under my belt, I was the one that led the expedition into Walmart.
I took two cousins, my foster brother, and my cousin's roommate. None of them had ever gone to a Black Friday sale before. When we got to Walmart, we forced our way through the crowds, trying to find the three things I really wanted to get: movies, sheets, and something else I can't mention. We'll just call it the "ko-ko". (I don't know why I picked that. Just go with it.)
As we go through Wally's, the roommate realised just how serious I was about how vicious things can be at a Walmart Black Friday sale. Originally she was going to go after the sheets, but after seeing the crowd for said sheets, she decided to go after the ko-ko instead. (It helped that I accidentally scored a spot right by the corner of the the ko-ko display.) With half an hour to go until the sale started, we left her by the ko-ko's, and moved on.
The next stop was the movies, since my foster brother and boy-cousin wanted to go after those. We got over there, and left the ad and the list of movies my mom and I wanted with them. My foster brother told me later that he spent the 25 minutes of waiting bargaining with the people around him.
Finally, my girl-cousin and I went to go wait for the sheets. There were two kinds, so she was on one end of the display and I was on the other. There were throngs of people everywhere, and we were all pressed up against each other. The women I was bunched up with chatted and laughed with me, and we all knew what the other wanted. About ten minutes before the sale started, the woman next to me, who had spent the last five or ten minutes prior whipping me in the face with her ponytail, apologized to everyone for anything she might do when the sale started. The woman across the bin from us kept rifling through the 600-thread sheets. The guy with the scissors started pushing through the crowd. My heart started beating really fast... and then the ten minutes was up.
I almost wish I wasn't as skinny as I am. The lady with the ponytail threw herself forward, and I was pushed to the side. By the time I got in there, I got a set of brown sheets. I wanted blue or beige. I ended up trading with a lady afterwards for a beige set. My girl-cousin thought I said "twin" instead of queen, so I didn't get a 600-count. Afterwards, I went to the aisle near the registers to wait for the others. I had magically lost my girl-cousin, even though I saw her two minutes before the madness began, and while I was waiting I was sure that I had left my poor relatives to sudden death in the madness that is Black Friday...
Did I mention I saw a couple people holding iPhones up to film the craziness?
Finally, though, we all managed to find each other, and saw the bounty we had all collected. We got all the movies my mom and I wanted and more, I got one set of sheets out of two, a hat, and the ko-ko. We spent almost two hours there, and managed to get out without any injuries.
Really, all it did was remind me how much I hate Black Friday. There were a few of my people who didn't really believe/like the fact that we had gone, and we decided that after last night we were done. I guess since the sale started at 10PM last night, it technically isn't a Black Friday sale, it's a Brown Thursday. Either way, I'm glad to be alive. I hate Walmart anyways, and the crazy people sales don't help. At least I got to see my old roommate! Yay!
Friday, November 25, 2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
The Long Drive for Thanksgiving
Husband Man and I went to visit my native people this week for Thanksgiving. I had classes yesterday, and so did my sister and cousin and their roommate who were driving up to join us for the big drive home. Our original plan was to leave by three. We left at five. The drive from where we live to where my native people were congregating is 11 hours. That means we didn't roll into my parent's house until 4:30 in the morning. I had been awake for 20 hours or so. I got four hours of sleep after we got here. (And I wasn't even that crabby until the last two hours of the drive!)
That's a long drive. But so worth it!
Thanksgiving is going to be especially crazy this year. My grandparents were called on a mission to the Bismark Temple, a 3 year mission, so my dad's eight siblings and their kids all came up for Thanksgiving this year. There's around 60 people here, no joke. It's so crazy!
I'm grateful for so many things, including the temple, delicious food, fantastic family and friends, and of course my husband, who helps get me out of bed for my 7:45 AM classes and keeps me in line. There are so many things to be grateful for besides that. I am truly, honestly humbled by the blessings I have in my life. My family is supportive, Husband Man's family helps support his schooling, schooling is very inexpensive at my college, and we live in a world where out of all the magnificent sunsets and waterfalls and scenery and mountains, I am one of His greatest creations of all. I hope to become an even stronger person in the year(s) to come, stronger in the gospel and stronger in myself. I'm grateful for EVERYTHING!
Happy Thanksgiving!
That's a long drive. But so worth it!
Thanksgiving is going to be especially crazy this year. My grandparents were called on a mission to the Bismark Temple, a 3 year mission, so my dad's eight siblings and their kids all came up for Thanksgiving this year. There's around 60 people here, no joke. It's so crazy!
I'm grateful for so many things, including the temple, delicious food, fantastic family and friends, and of course my husband, who helps get me out of bed for my 7:45 AM classes and keeps me in line. There are so many things to be grateful for besides that. I am truly, honestly humbled by the blessings I have in my life. My family is supportive, Husband Man's family helps support his schooling, schooling is very inexpensive at my college, and we live in a world where out of all the magnificent sunsets and waterfalls and scenery and mountains, I am one of His greatest creations of all. I hope to become an even stronger person in the year(s) to come, stronger in the gospel and stronger in myself. I'm grateful for EVERYTHING!
Happy Thanksgiving!
Monday, November 21, 2011
If You Give Your Husband A Haircut... (Part 2)
Once upon a time, there was a wife and her husband. The husband had really thick hair that stuck out at funny angles and looked like wings above his ears if he didn't get regular haircuts. Seeing the wisdom in learning to cut his hair herself to save money, the wife bought a razor and a pair of scissors. She learned rather quickly, and every three weeks or so the husband receives a haircut.
A few weeks ago, the husband really needed a haircut. His sister's wedding was coming up, so it was a very important haircut, so he wouldn't look weird in all her wedding pictures. The wife had lots of homework, so the haircut got pushed from a Tuesday to a Saturday. On said Saturday the husband went shooting with his Elder's Quorum from church, and during target practice he scoped himself in the face. He cut himself so badly that he almost needed stitches! As a result, the doctor told him to be very careful and not get it wet for a few days. This meant that the husband wouldn't get a haircut before the wedding.
This also meant that the husband wouldn't get a haircut for quite a few more weeks. Finally, the other day, the wife and the husband agreed that going to the temple looking like the husband did wasn't a good idea, so they sat down to give him a haircut. (FINALLY!) The wife must have been very excited because the first swipe with the razor turned out like this:
It sort of worked. The poor wife just couldn't bring herself to buzz his entire head with no guard on the razor, so the husband now has a landing stripe/racing stripe up the back of his head.
Tomorrow they go to visit family in Thanksgiving. The wife is sure this will be a great topic for conversation.
A few weeks ago, the husband really needed a haircut. His sister's wedding was coming up, so it was a very important haircut, so he wouldn't look weird in all her wedding pictures. The wife had lots of homework, so the haircut got pushed from a Tuesday to a Saturday. On said Saturday the husband went shooting with his Elder's Quorum from church, and during target practice he scoped himself in the face. He cut himself so badly that he almost needed stitches! As a result, the doctor told him to be very careful and not get it wet for a few days. This meant that the husband wouldn't get a haircut before the wedding.
This also meant that the husband wouldn't get a haircut for quite a few more weeks. Finally, the other day, the wife and the husband agreed that going to the temple looking like the husband did wasn't a good idea, so they sat down to give him a haircut. (FINALLY!) The wife must have been very excited because the first swipe with the razor turned out like this:
(I told you his hair was long!)
I don't know bout you, but that looks just a liiiiittle too short. There's a little patch just to the right of the stripe where the wife tried to see how bad it would look if she finished the back of his head with the 1/4" razor guard like she usually does, and that looked so awful. So she resorted to using the 1/8" guard and letting the stripe blend in with the rest of his super-short haircut...
Tomorrow they go to visit family in Thanksgiving. The wife is sure this will be a great topic for conversation.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Why Women Feel the Need to Carry Handbags
I know, I'm of the female gender. Why on earth am I posting this?
Because I hate carrying a purse or handbag everywhere with me. Yeah, some bags are really cute and all, but I don't like having it with me all the time. When I go shopping, I don't want to have to make sure that my purse is still with me. If I wanted to keep track of something all the time, I'd borrow a toddler or have kids of my own. Not only that, but if I do leave my purse somewhere, chances are it has a good deal of my valuables in it, like cell phones and mp3's, not to mention a wallet that has lots of forms of ID and money. That's not something you want to misplace or have taken from you.
Poking around a little on the fabulous Google, I couldn't really find a history behind carrying a bag- most of the articles I found are men who are baffled by their significant other's obsession with bags. One of them had some pretty good theories: "The bag is a surrogate baby." Heaven knows some bags that women carry are as big or bigger than a baby, and weigh probably more than that. "These large handbags are perfect for swinging and protection." That could make sense, to carry a ginormous bag with you so you can fend off unwanted visitors. "It’s primitive DNA gene." For this one, he goes on to explain, "Women were the hoarders or safe keepers in the caves and that’s why clutching bushel like parcels is hard wired in their brains. The bag replicates that experience – it makes them feel that they are in possession of something very material and hence the comfort of the big wobbly cushiony thing near them."
I can see why a purse would be useful. Sometimes, especially in the summer, I just have a few too many things to carry in my hands. The problem with taking a purse just to carry a few things is that those few things procreate and suddenly you're carrying the kitchen sink, the garden hose, six tubes of chapstick, every cosmetic you own (except for that blush your mom gave you that you hate), and pens that ran out of ink three years ago. (And let's not talk about receipts.) It is true that if you ever needed a bandaid or pain reliever or gum or to sew a button back on your pants after a huge buffet meal, you'll probably have that in your bag.
The mystery behind female fetishes with purses will probably never be explained. I'd be willing to bet that even the women who carry them probably can't explain why they do it. All I know is that you probably won't see me with one until Husband Man and I have kids and all the diapers and Cheerios that come with them.
Because I hate carrying a purse or handbag everywhere with me. Yeah, some bags are really cute and all, but I don't like having it with me all the time. When I go shopping, I don't want to have to make sure that my purse is still with me. If I wanted to keep track of something all the time, I'd borrow a toddler or have kids of my own. Not only that, but if I do leave my purse somewhere, chances are it has a good deal of my valuables in it, like cell phones and mp3's, not to mention a wallet that has lots of forms of ID and money. That's not something you want to misplace or have taken from you.
Poking around a little on the fabulous Google, I couldn't really find a history behind carrying a bag- most of the articles I found are men who are baffled by their significant other's obsession with bags. One of them had some pretty good theories: "The bag is a surrogate baby." Heaven knows some bags that women carry are as big or bigger than a baby, and weigh probably more than that. "These large handbags are perfect for swinging and protection." That could make sense, to carry a ginormous bag with you so you can fend off unwanted visitors. "It’s primitive DNA gene." For this one, he goes on to explain, "Women were the hoarders or safe keepers in the caves and that’s why clutching bushel like parcels is hard wired in their brains. The bag replicates that experience – it makes them feel that they are in possession of something very material and hence the comfort of the big wobbly cushiony thing near them."
I can see why a purse would be useful. Sometimes, especially in the summer, I just have a few too many things to carry in my hands. The problem with taking a purse just to carry a few things is that those few things procreate and suddenly you're carrying the kitchen sink, the garden hose, six tubes of chapstick, every cosmetic you own (except for that blush your mom gave you that you hate), and pens that ran out of ink three years ago. (And let's not talk about receipts.) It is true that if you ever needed a bandaid or pain reliever or gum or to sew a button back on your pants after a huge buffet meal, you'll probably have that in your bag.
The mystery behind female fetishes with purses will probably never be explained. I'd be willing to bet that even the women who carry them probably can't explain why they do it. All I know is that you probably won't see me with one until Husband Man and I have kids and all the diapers and Cheerios that come with them.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Our Day in San Diego
So we went to Husband Man's sister's wedding this last weekend, and since I was already missing a day of school we decided we wouldn't go back home on Saturday like everyone else. Instead we decided we would stay in San Diego and enjoy ourselves for a day before returning to the humdrum of everyday life. Fabulous idea? I think so. After all, there's so much to see in San Diego, like the zoo and Balboa Park and the Maritime Museum and the Mormon Battalion Site and Old Town and- of course- the beaches! (And so much more!)
Did we do any of that?
We went to the Battalion Site, and... that's it. Oh, and a mall. And KFC and Dominoes.
I know, I know- that is appalling. Why? you're asking, Why???
Because it rained.
The average rainfall for San Diego in November is one inch. The single day we had to spend together in San Diego, it rained 1.4 inches.
I was SO bummed. I still am.
We did drive around after dropping everyone else off at the airport and getting our rental car. (Our rental car was a newer Chevy Impala, by the way- the nicest car I've ever driven. And it was red. It was SO awesome.) I got to see the bay, and a GINORMOUS cruise ship (which I've never seen one, it was huge!!) and I saw the Maritime Museum but we didn't go (and we should have). We saw all the big buildings, and it took me a while to get adjusted to the fact that a lot of food places in downtown San Diego weren't in their own building, but rather on the ground floor of a high rise building. I even saw an Albertsons that was the bottom floor of a skyscraper!! It blew my mind! I felt like such a country hick, haha!
The Mormon Battalion site was way cool. We went there after driving around downtown and eating lunch (my first real meal since Thursday afternoon when we left for SLC airport). I never knew that the Mormon Battalion was something that benefited the saints in their journey west to the Salt Lake Valley. I loved the entire tour (and we had most of it to ourselves!). It doesn't even matter if you're LDS or not, it's a cool place to go.
After the Battalion site we decided we were going to drive the hour to the beach and hope that the rain let up for a few minutes so we could play. On the way there we saw a mall with some stores we had gift cards to, so we pulled off the freeway and managed to find our way there. We walked around in the rain because the walkway between stores wasn't covered, and over the course of our trip to the mall the rain got worse and worse. When we'd exhausted the mall, we gave up on the beach and the rain and decided to go to the hotel, where we spent the evening watching the last half of the Matrix, then walking around to a tiny grocery store hoping to find snacks so we wouldn't have to buy food on Sunday, and then eating pizza and watching the last half of Inception. And then we went to sleep.
And then we woke up and it was all bright and sunny. And I was mad at San Diego.
And this is the only picture we got the whole day. We were standing next to the Impala, returning it, and I said "I want a pic with the Impala!" and so Husband Man fished out the camera, probably a little exasperated, and snapped this.
He took it rather quickly, now that I think about it, and didn't let me look at it to make sure he actually got us in there. It was very bright and sunny. And then he was pushing me towards the shuttle so we could run through the airport to get on the plane.
The airport was funny too, because we checked our bags and then took our all our cell phones and mp3's and the mini laptop and our shoes and our belts (but not any of my jewelry this time) and our jackets and walked through security, right? And Husband Man goes first and it beeps and they pull him aside and wave me through. He got randomly selected for a pat down! I said as I walked by, "What did you do?!" So he takes his shoes and belt and jacket and walked away, leaving me with all our little stuff to deal with alone. I remember saying out loud, "Well, now what?" And then he came back and all was well again. And then we got on a plane and had really crappy turbulence and I peed myself the entire time because I'm not a huge fan of flying. And then we made it home...
...where I did homework.
And that was our day in San Diego. The end.
Did we do any of that?
We went to the Battalion Site, and... that's it. Oh, and a mall. And KFC and Dominoes.
I know, I know- that is appalling. Why? you're asking, Why???
Because it rained.
The average rainfall for San Diego in November is one inch. The single day we had to spend together in San Diego, it rained 1.4 inches.
I was SO bummed. I still am.
We did drive around after dropping everyone else off at the airport and getting our rental car. (Our rental car was a newer Chevy Impala, by the way- the nicest car I've ever driven. And it was red. It was SO awesome.) I got to see the bay, and a GINORMOUS cruise ship (which I've never seen one, it was huge!!) and I saw the Maritime Museum but we didn't go (and we should have). We saw all the big buildings, and it took me a while to get adjusted to the fact that a lot of food places in downtown San Diego weren't in their own building, but rather on the ground floor of a high rise building. I even saw an Albertsons that was the bottom floor of a skyscraper!! It blew my mind! I felt like such a country hick, haha!
The Mormon Battalion site was way cool. We went there after driving around downtown and eating lunch (my first real meal since Thursday afternoon when we left for SLC airport). I never knew that the Mormon Battalion was something that benefited the saints in their journey west to the Salt Lake Valley. I loved the entire tour (and we had most of it to ourselves!). It doesn't even matter if you're LDS or not, it's a cool place to go.
After the Battalion site we decided we were going to drive the hour to the beach and hope that the rain let up for a few minutes so we could play. On the way there we saw a mall with some stores we had gift cards to, so we pulled off the freeway and managed to find our way there. We walked around in the rain because the walkway between stores wasn't covered, and over the course of our trip to the mall the rain got worse and worse. When we'd exhausted the mall, we gave up on the beach and the rain and decided to go to the hotel, where we spent the evening watching the last half of the Matrix, then walking around to a tiny grocery store hoping to find snacks so we wouldn't have to buy food on Sunday, and then eating pizza and watching the last half of Inception. And then we went to sleep.
And then we woke up and it was all bright and sunny. And I was mad at San Diego.
And this is the only picture we got the whole day. We were standing next to the Impala, returning it, and I said "I want a pic with the Impala!" and so Husband Man fished out the camera, probably a little exasperated, and snapped this.
He took it rather quickly, now that I think about it, and didn't let me look at it to make sure he actually got us in there. It was very bright and sunny. And then he was pushing me towards the shuttle so we could run through the airport to get on the plane.
The airport was funny too, because we checked our bags and then took our all our cell phones and mp3's and the mini laptop and our shoes and our belts (but not any of my jewelry this time) and our jackets and walked through security, right? And Husband Man goes first and it beeps and they pull him aside and wave me through. He got randomly selected for a pat down! I said as I walked by, "What did you do?!" So he takes his shoes and belt and jacket and walked away, leaving me with all our little stuff to deal with alone. I remember saying out loud, "Well, now what?" And then he came back and all was well again. And then we got on a plane and had really crappy turbulence and I peed myself the entire time because I'm not a huge fan of flying. And then we made it home...
...where I did homework.
And that was our day in San Diego. The end.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Hoooomework
I really really really really REALLY want to post about our day in San Diego after Husband Man's sister's wedding, but I have homework coming out my ears.
On another thought, I've been thinking of starting a Photography Friday, where I post a picture of something that makes me smile. It's a way to keep me thinking positive when I'm being smothered with assignments and projects and papers. The only catch? I actually have to start paying attention to things and taking pictures of them...
And for your listening pleasure, here is a hilarious two minute clip from the Mnozil Brass. Enjoy.
On another thought, I've been thinking of starting a Photography Friday, where I post a picture of something that makes me smile. It's a way to keep me thinking positive when I'm being smothered with assignments and projects and papers. The only catch? I actually have to start paying attention to things and taking pictures of them...
And for your listening pleasure, here is a hilarious two minute clip from the Mnozil Brass. Enjoy.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Hooray!
Today Dan and I spent the day in San Diego. It rained. I'll post more about all the fun things we didn't do tomorrow (hopefully).
Thursday, November 10, 2011
College: The Extra Semester
So I've been trying to cram all my on-campus classes in before the end of next year so that I can take the rest of them online and still get my degree. Stressful? I think so. Especially when a bunch of your classes are all at the same time.
The interesting and really exciting part? Husband Man went in two days ago to talk to his adviser and make sure that his classes were all lined up so he can register for next semester, and when I was creeping over his shoulder while he was reviewing what they had talked about, I saw that he had three semesters of classes lined out.
"Hey," I said- "I thought you only had two semesters left."
"Apparently not," he replied.
"....So that means I have an extra semester?"
"Yep."
WOOHOO!! I've never been so excited for an extra semester of school in my entire life!! If he gets his big internship, then he'll be here the first part of 2013 which means not only will I have an extra chance to take all my on-campus classes, but I'll be able to take the gen-ed's that I was going to take online.
Even more exciting? We might graduate together! That would be AWESOME!!
Even though I didn't sleep that great last night, and even though I have an incredibly long day ahead of me, I'm super excited for this turn of events. SUPER EXCITED!!
(PS- If anyone knows how I can turn my brain off at night, it would be helpful. Every time I rolled over (which was a lot) my brain was like "You need to do this! And this! And don't forget this! And this! And by the way I'm going to play the same movie soundtrack over and over again relentlessly! Woo!")
NaNoWriMo word count: Close to giving up
The interesting and really exciting part? Husband Man went in two days ago to talk to his adviser and make sure that his classes were all lined up so he can register for next semester, and when I was creeping over his shoulder while he was reviewing what they had talked about, I saw that he had three semesters of classes lined out.
"Hey," I said- "I thought you only had two semesters left."
"Apparently not," he replied.
"....So that means I have an extra semester?"
"Yep."
WOOHOO!! I've never been so excited for an extra semester of school in my entire life!! If he gets his big internship, then he'll be here the first part of 2013 which means not only will I have an extra chance to take all my on-campus classes, but I'll be able to take the gen-ed's that I was going to take online.
Even more exciting? We might graduate together! That would be AWESOME!!
Even though I didn't sleep that great last night, and even though I have an incredibly long day ahead of me, I'm super excited for this turn of events. SUPER EXCITED!!
(PS- If anyone knows how I can turn my brain off at night, it would be helpful. Every time I rolled over (which was a lot) my brain was like "You need to do this! And this! And don't forget this! And this! And by the way I'm going to play the same movie soundtrack over and over again relentlessly! Woo!")
NaNoWriMo word count: Close to giving up
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
San Diego
Dan and I are going to San Diego for my sister-in-law's wedding this weekend. That means the last few days have been crazy because I've been trying to get homework lined up and when late assignments are going. I had it all lined up perfectly- getting assignments and tests done before I leave and even starting some of the projects that are due next week.
Well, that was before we took my wedding ring to be fixed across town and the car died, so we had to walk home. And the next day we had a guy come to talk to us about life insurance and we forgot he was coming, so that took away from homework time too. And today I had to spend time at the place to get my Idaho driver's license so I could have a government-issued ID with my married name on it. So now I'm forced to get what has to be done done first, and then everything else will get crammed in while we're traveling and probably the night before it's due when we get back.
See what happens when I plan things??
On the plus side, we got my ring welded together so it's all one ring, plus it's all nice and shiny and they set the big stone in properly. It looks so pretty and I'm so happy!
Plus, we're going to San Diego. We're going to leave the 15 degree weather and bitter winds here for warm San Diego. It's going to be AWESOME! Hellooooo beach! Woohoo!!
NaNoWriMo wordcount: Still a measly 42 words. I'm pretty sure it's all down the toilet right now, and there's no way I'm getting it back.
Well, that was before we took my wedding ring to be fixed across town and the car died, so we had to walk home. And the next day we had a guy come to talk to us about life insurance and we forgot he was coming, so that took away from homework time too. And today I had to spend time at the place to get my Idaho driver's license so I could have a government-issued ID with my married name on it. So now I'm forced to get what has to be done done first, and then everything else will get crammed in while we're traveling and probably the night before it's due when we get back.
See what happens when I plan things??
On the plus side, we got my ring welded together so it's all one ring, plus it's all nice and shiny and they set the big stone in properly. It looks so pretty and I'm so happy!
Plus, we're going to San Diego. We're going to leave the 15 degree weather and bitter winds here for warm San Diego. It's going to be AWESOME! Hellooooo beach! Woohoo!!
NaNoWriMo wordcount: Still a measly 42 words. I'm pretty sure it's all down the toilet right now, and there's no way I'm getting it back.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Facts About Cats
So I was looking at goofy pictures of cats yesterday and I found this picture with random facts about cats. I thought it was pretty cool. And I think it's pretty accurate too.
I would post more, but I'm supposed to be doing homework so that I'm not stressing about it during our trip to SAN DIEGO CALIFORNIA this weekend!!! Wooohooooo!! So you get a random cat post.
Ok, back to work.
(PS- Please let me know if you can't read this. It's pretty cool. I didn't know some of this stuff.)
Oh, you want a NaNoWriMo word count, too? TOO BAD! Get your own. Bahahaha....
I would post more, but I'm supposed to be doing homework so that I'm not stressing about it during our trip to SAN DIEGO CALIFORNIA this weekend!!! Wooohooooo!! So you get a random cat post.
(PS- Please let me know if you can't read this. It's pretty cool. I didn't know some of this stuff.)
Oh, you want a NaNoWriMo word count, too? TOO BAD! Get your own. Bahahaha....
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Snow and Scopes
So today has been interesting. First of all, we didn't sleep until noon... in fact, we were up before 9 AM because Dan wanted to go to the Elder's Quorum activity. They were going out of city limits to go shooting somewhere. So he bounced out of bed this morning and had breakfast. As I meandered out of the bedroom he pointed to the crack in the blinds where it doesn't meet the edge of the window and said those dreaded words:
"It snowed last night."
Laaaame. Yesterday we went to Walmart without a coat. Today it's snowing.
So I'm sitting at home watching Tom and Jerry cartoons on YouTube and doing homework (because Husband Man said that if I did homework we could both work on NaNoWriMo so I was trying to be good) and waiting for Husband Man to come home when I get a text message from him that said, "Guess what?"
I hate guessing, so I just said, "What?"
"That's not a guess, but I'll tell you anyways. I scoped myself."
"...you scoped yourself? What does that mean?"
"I put my face too close to the scope. Recoil shoved said scope into my face. I have a nice cut just above my right eyebrow. Perfect semi-circle, they said. Not stitches bad, but close. And the worst part? I missed what I was aiming for."
He did go to the clinic after the guys were all done shooting, but fortunately he didn't need stitches. Whoever put the bandaids on his face did it in such a way that it saved him from stitches, and all he got was glue.
And then we went to Coldstone for ice cream.
"It snowed last night."
So I'm sitting at home watching Tom and Jerry cartoons on YouTube and doing homework (because Husband Man said that if I did homework we could both work on NaNoWriMo so I was trying to be good) and waiting for Husband Man to come home when I get a text message from him that said, "Guess what?"
I hate guessing, so I just said, "What?"
"That's not a guess, but I'll tell you anyways. I scoped myself."
"...you scoped yourself? What does that mean?"
"I put my face too close to the scope. Recoil shoved said scope into my face. I have a nice cut just above my right eyebrow. Perfect semi-circle, they said. Not stitches bad, but close. And the worst part? I missed what I was aiming for."
(Yes, that is blood running down his face.)
My goober husband smacked himself in the face with the scope of a gun.
And then we went to Coldstone for ice cream.
Friday, November 4, 2011
Confessional:
Sometimes I think about dropping out of college.
I don't think of it only when I'm struggling with homework... I've thought about it in moments of mostly sanity too. I'll think, What if I dropped out of college? Or what if I just gave up and took all the classes I wanted and didn't try to struggle to finish the entire degree?
Besides, it's not like I know what I want to do after it's over...
I don't think of it only when I'm struggling with homework... I've thought about it in moments of mostly sanity too. I'll think, What if I dropped out of college? Or what if I just gave up and took all the classes I wanted and didn't try to struggle to finish the entire degree?
Besides, it's not like I know what I want to do after it's over...
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Random Thursday Post
Warning! Contains tacos. Please continue at your own risk.
So last night we went to bed a whole half an hour earlier than we usually do! And not only that, but I didn't hear almost any of the alarms this morning, and so I didn't wake up until 8! So that means I didn't go to my first class today, but I got lots and lots of sleep! Yay!
It's been a lot easier to deal with today, probably because I woke up at 8, got up at about 8:20, and my next class wasn't until 9:45. So I wasn't rushed, I ate breakfast and read my scriptures and got ready and even put makeup on! Woohoo! And tomorrow is Friday and I"m done with all my stuff a half hour earlier than usual because I didn't have an organ lesson! Friday Friday Friday!!
Plus, I wanted a taco. I thought about them for two hours. Tacos sounded so tasty, (and that word in general is fun to say,) so my constant ramble of tacos for two hours must have made the Husband Man hungry for tacos because we stopped at a taco place on the way home. It was very tasty. Tacos tacos tacos tacos tacos tacos tacos....
PLUS, when I finished the only homework assignment I brought with me to work on today while I was sitting in the Husband Man's office for two hours waiting for him to get done with work, I sneakily worked on my story for a few minutes when he wasn't looking! So that means I actually accomplished something for NaNoWriMo! And now I'm writing a blog post instead of doing homework! Yay!
I think I'm high on sleep.
NaNoWriMo Word Count: 42 words (4959 behind)
(Maybe I shouldn't do the words behind counter... It's already depressing. Maybe I'll get a bunch of stuff written this weekend while Husband Man goes shooting without me...)
So last night we went to bed a whole half an hour earlier than we usually do! And not only that, but I didn't hear almost any of the alarms this morning, and so I didn't wake up until 8! So that means I didn't go to my first class today, but I got lots and lots of sleep! Yay!
It's been a lot easier to deal with today, probably because I woke up at 8, got up at about 8:20, and my next class wasn't until 9:45. So I wasn't rushed, I ate breakfast and read my scriptures and got ready and even put makeup on! Woohoo! And tomorrow is Friday and I"m done with all my stuff a half hour earlier than usual because I didn't have an organ lesson! Friday Friday Friday!!
Plus, I wanted a taco. I thought about them for two hours. Tacos sounded so tasty, (and that word in general is fun to say,) so my constant ramble of tacos for two hours must have made the Husband Man hungry for tacos because we stopped at a taco place on the way home. It was very tasty. Tacos tacos tacos tacos tacos tacos tacos....
PLUS, when I finished the only homework assignment I brought with me to work on today while I was sitting in the Husband Man's office for two hours waiting for him to get done with work, I sneakily worked on my story for a few minutes when he wasn't looking! So that means I actually accomplished something for NaNoWriMo! And now I'm writing a blog post instead of doing homework! Yay!
I think I'm high on sleep.
NaNoWriMo Word Count: 42 words (4959 behind)
(Maybe I shouldn't do the words behind counter... It's already depressing. Maybe I'll get a bunch of stuff written this weekend while Husband Man goes shooting without me...)
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
The Homework Game
My old roommate from back when I was single was texting me the other day. We were lamenting how we were always constantly forced to play the homework game.
You're probably wondering, What's the homework game?
The homework game is when you line up all the homework that you have to get done, and then you pick and choose which ones are going to get done for the next day.
But why are you choosing which ones to do? Can't you just do them all?
I could.... and then I'd fail all of the assignments because I didn't do them properly or completely. Fail all, or fail one or two? There's too many to do them all.
Why don't you have enough time to do them all? Are you just bad at time management?
Probably, yeah. But I'm not one of those people who can just sit down and do homework without a break for hours on end. It's so monotonous, and it's not always fun to do. The Husband Man tries to help me get through it by encouraging me to get things done, promising to play card games between assignments, getting me ice cream or water so I don't break the times when I do feel productive, and that's really really nice. My husband loves me!
You're a music major though, and you chose to be a BA so you didn't have to practice all the time. Why are you complaining about having so much homework?
I'm in a few classes that are very time-consuming. I'm in a Creative Writing course, which involves a lot of reading and writing (gasp!); a Music Literature class, which is pretty much a music history course, and it's fantastic and all but I have to read a chapter a day and take notes so I remember it, listen to the listening examples and take notes on those, and now I have to write a paper on a subject from our book except more in-depth. I also have a Conducting class, where I have to practice conducting and was just assigned a transposition assignment; a Music Theory class, which involves daily assignmnents and analysis and sight singing; and an LDS Hymns and Doctrine class, in which I have to give two presentations between today and the end of the semester, plus know everything that everyone else presented. Plus organ lessons and practicing five hours a week. And I really should be practicing the trumpet at least a little.
I know there are people out there who have a lot more than I do. I know there are people out there who are willing to stay up a lot later than I will to get everything done. If I want to stay awake in class and be somewhat nice to people, I have to get a decent amount of sleep. End of story. (Eating somewhat decent meals helps too.) I think that's the big difference between married students and single students- married students tend to go to bed earlier (and sometimes get up earlier too) while I always hear stories from single students who stayed up until three thirty in the morning to get their homework done and only got four hours of sleep.
I can't do that. I'd rather play the homework game... As long as you play it right, you can still get decently good grades. I think I'm still getting mostly A's and B's, and I'm trying to get all my reading done for Creative Writing so I get that grade back up again. I wish I could see the light at the end of the tunnel, hang on to the idea that someday there will be graduation... and then I get another assignment from another teacher. It's never ending.
PS- It still hasn't snowed. It has been getting colder and colder though. And I think plant might finally be succumbing to it. I haven't taken a good look though.
NaNoWriMo word count: 0 words. I'm 1667 words behind, and haven't given up yet!
You're probably wondering, What's the homework game?
The homework game is when you line up all the homework that you have to get done, and then you pick and choose which ones are going to get done for the next day.
But why are you choosing which ones to do? Can't you just do them all?
I could.... and then I'd fail all of the assignments because I didn't do them properly or completely. Fail all, or fail one or two? There's too many to do them all.
Why don't you have enough time to do them all? Are you just bad at time management?
Probably, yeah. But I'm not one of those people who can just sit down and do homework without a break for hours on end. It's so monotonous, and it's not always fun to do. The Husband Man tries to help me get through it by encouraging me to get things done, promising to play card games between assignments, getting me ice cream or water so I don't break the times when I do feel productive, and that's really really nice. My husband loves me!
You're a music major though, and you chose to be a BA so you didn't have to practice all the time. Why are you complaining about having so much homework?
I'm in a few classes that are very time-consuming. I'm in a Creative Writing course, which involves a lot of reading and writing (gasp!); a Music Literature class, which is pretty much a music history course, and it's fantastic and all but I have to read a chapter a day and take notes so I remember it, listen to the listening examples and take notes on those, and now I have to write a paper on a subject from our book except more in-depth. I also have a Conducting class, where I have to practice conducting and was just assigned a transposition assignment; a Music Theory class, which involves daily assignmnents and analysis and sight singing; and an LDS Hymns and Doctrine class, in which I have to give two presentations between today and the end of the semester, plus know everything that everyone else presented. Plus organ lessons and practicing five hours a week. And I really should be practicing the trumpet at least a little.
I know there are people out there who have a lot more than I do. I know there are people out there who are willing to stay up a lot later than I will to get everything done. If I want to stay awake in class and be somewhat nice to people, I have to get a decent amount of sleep. End of story. (Eating somewhat decent meals helps too.) I think that's the big difference between married students and single students- married students tend to go to bed earlier (and sometimes get up earlier too) while I always hear stories from single students who stayed up until three thirty in the morning to get their homework done and only got four hours of sleep.
I can't do that. I'd rather play the homework game... As long as you play it right, you can still get decently good grades. I think I'm still getting mostly A's and B's, and I'm trying to get all my reading done for Creative Writing so I get that grade back up again. I wish I could see the light at the end of the tunnel, hang on to the idea that someday there will be graduation... and then I get another assignment from another teacher. It's never ending.
PS- It still hasn't snowed. It has been getting colder and colder though. And I think plant might finally be succumbing to it. I haven't taken a good look though.
NaNoWriMo word count: 0 words. I'm 1667 words behind, and haven't given up yet!
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