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Gosh, y’all, I am so sorry I haven’t been around. I am *failing* at this whole Being a Mom, a Wife and a Big Bad University Student thing. I’m not sure why I am barely surviving it, but it’s planning on killing me by December, and I’m determined to not let it.

Of course, it doesn’t help that my husband now lives 614 miles away (where he works) and I only see him every few weeks. No, we aren’t getting divorced.

I have had to drop two classes since the beginning of the semester, putting me under full-time student status, which ticks me off, but I can’t juggle everything at once until I get used to juggling everything at once. Clear as mud, right?

I wanted to write about my experience at the Inner-City school that we visited in my Education class, but it feels like forever since then. Let me just say that the experience was good but SO sad.

I wanted to write about the fact that I had to drop TWO classes because strep throat swept through my house like the bubonic plague and my son has been put in speech therapy and I needed a morning every week that I could use to refresh my brain and not have to rush to classes after the ten other things I had to do.

I wanted to write about how much of a whiner I am that I can’t handle everything, all because my husband isn’t here, he’s there, and I would suck at being a single mom. But I am also in awe of mothers that do it themselves, because parenting is hard.

I wanted to write about my son’s school pictures and how I forgot about them and rushed him to school with a somewhat dirty face and how in his pictures he has dirt on his face and I feel so *bad* about it, but not bad enough for re-takes.

I wanted to write about how I was so excited about the iPhone 4s that I practically begged my husband for one for my birthday, which is not very far away. He said he’ll get me one. I love that man.

I wanted to write about how for our anniversary (which is also coming up soon), I asked for a gun, because living by myself is not the most mind-easing thing I’ve ever done.

I wanted to write about the Wall Street protests, because they scare the crap out of me.

I wanted to write about my professor that wants us to call History “herstory” – and how I laughed out loud until I realized she was serious.

I wanted to write about how I’ve found Foster the People (a band) and how they complete me and make my soul happy.

I wanted to write about how now that I have a Macbook, I have totally taken a huge swig of the Apple Kool-Aid and I want at least two of  everything that they make.

But all those things came and went and now it’s almost Halloween and I probably haven’t been here in a month. I suck.


Hope y’all are around, because it’s about to get more entertaining.


One More Random Post….

Because hiking across campus? Is hard. Plus, with the past two night’s sleep combined, I’ve had a total of 6 hours of sleep since Sunday. Yeah, that’s just awesome.

  • Today was a good day. Tuesdays and Thursdays are my “early days” — meaning I get up at about 5:45 A so I’ll have enough time to get myself ready, get the kids ready, make us all something edible and drive across (the small) town to get us all at the school on time.
  • My first class was okay. There’s a lot of requirements, and I have to do each one, obviously, to pass the class. One of those requirements? Means going 5 hours away to Denver to observe classes being taught and kind of see the “other side” of teaching. That means that my husband? Is going to have to take off work to be home for one. whole. day. so that he can do things like take the kids to school, and ya know, things like that. Because I? Have to be at the school to leave for dinner at FOUR AM, y’all (I’m already starting to die a little inside from this). This? Is not going over well with the husband. Sometimes? I wish we lived in FL, closer to family, so I could stop worrying so freaking much.
  • This is my new background on my computer. Yeah, it’s raunchy, but it’s also fabulous:
  • Drool over that one for a few minutes, ladies. Okay, stop now. Time to pay attention to me, now.
  • I’m not advocating that one should walk around with porn on their computer, or anything, and dude, he’s just without his shirt. But, I mean. C’mon. He’s one fine specimen of a man, ya know?
  • I know. I’ll change it. Tomorrow.
  • I miss being able to watch that show. Although it was bad. Really, really, really bad. Like, watched it with my dad once and turned so beat red that my dad thought something was wrong with me. That bad. Like porn. With better dialog. And blood.
  • Ok, I’ve gone off on a tangent about True Blood, but have y’all actually tried the drink? Because it’s really, really good. It’s blood orange juice. And it’s really good. Really.
  • How  many times can I say “really” in one post? At least once more. Really.
  • So, I’m glad I signed up for all the classes I did, because although they seemingly have nothing to do with one another, they are all tying in with one another, which is interesting. At least for today. And, I’m talking about my non-education classes. Russian, Latin & Ancient Greek Civilization. This week I’ve gone over almost the same exact thing in each class. Which is good.
  • Next week? I fully expect that to change and the hail storm to begin of “OhMyGOD I’m so behind and I’ll never catch up and someone hold me!”
  • Because I? Am cool under pressure that way.
  • What? I totally am.

In My Head: “Burn” by Usher

Note: I like this new blog topic, don’t you? Oh, wait, you don’t know what it is yet. Maybe I should tell you, or something. Have you ever heard a song on the radio and while you are singing along with it, you all of a sudden start hearing these snarktastic comments in your head and you’re all, “Whuck? Where did that come from?” No? Huh. Well, enjoy mine!

Today’s Song is: Burn by Usher

No, I don’t own rights to this song. I really hope no one sues me, this is supposed to be humor. Thanks.

Here’s a video so you can listen to the song while you read the below: (My comments are in blue italics beside/under-ish the song lyrics.)

I don’t understand why / See it’s burning me to hold onto this
I know this is something I gotta do /But that don’t mean I want to
Would you just go ahead and pee already, Usher? Geez.
What I’m trying to say is that I-love-you I just / I feel like this is coming to an end
And it’s better for me to let it go now than hold on and hurt you  / I gotta let it burn

[Verse 1]
It’s gonna burn for me to say this / But it’s comin from my heart
You have a STD don’t you?
It’s been a long time coming / But we done been fell apart
Really wanna work this out / But I don’t think you’re gonna change
So….now it’s my fault?  
I do but you don’t / Think it’s best we go our separate ways
Tell me why I should stay in this relationship  / When I’m hurting baby, I ain’t happy baby
Wait…what? I’m sorry this relationship doesn’t revolve around you.  
Plus there’s so many other things I gotta deal with / I think that you should let it burn
What other things do you have to deal with? What does this have to do with me? I don’t think I should listen to you about “letting it burn” because….no, I think I’ll go see a Doctor, thanks.

When your feeling ain’t the same and your body don’t want to
Wait, what? You can’t get it up? What?  
But you know gotta let it go cuz the party ain’t jumpin’ like it used to
I’m not even sure what this means. I thought we were breaking up, not going to a party.
Even though this might bruise you
What, how would this….bruise… Huh?
Let it burn
Let it burn
Gotta let it burn
Once again, I think I should check with a doctor, there, but thanks for the advice.

Deep down you know it’s best for yourself but you
Hate the thought of her being with someone else
So, you don’t want me, but you don’t want anyone else to want me either? That’s healthy.
But you know that it’s over
We know that it’s through
Not sure about “we” there, you ain’t singing a duet, here, dude.
Let it burn
Let it burn
Gotta let it burn

[Verse 2]
Sendin’ pages I ain’t supposed to / Got somebody here but I want you
First, who uses a pager? Second, sucks to be you.
Cause the feelin ain’t the same by myself / Callin’ her your name
That’ll get you in trouble.
Ladies tell me do you understand?
Um, no.
Now all my fellas do you feel my pain?
It’s the way I feel / I know I made a mistake
Now it’s too late / I know she ain’t comin back
What I gotta do now /To get my shorty back
Ooo ooo ooo ooooh
Man I don’t know what I’m gonna do /Without my booo
You’ve been gone for too long  / It’s been fifty-leven days, um-teen hours
Imma be burnin’ till you return (let it burn)
Maybe you shouldn’t have given me that “burning” feeling and I would come back, you a-hole.


Not repeating the chorus. It’s pretty much not deviating from above.

I’m twisted cuz one side of me is tellin’ me that I need to move on
On the other side I wanna break down and cry (ooooh)
I’m twisted cuz one side of me is tellin’ me that I need to move on
On the other side I wanna break down and cry (yeah)
Sucks to be YOU, doesn’t it? I mean, dude, really, if you would’ve kept it in your pants, everything would be good. Geez. Quit whining.

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh oooh
Ooh ooh oooh (can ya feel me burnin’?)
Ooh ooh ooh oooh ooh oooh

So many days, so many hours
I’m still burnin’ till you return
GO TO THE DOCTOR! I’m not a doctor and you need a doctor. Dude. Seriously.


There ya go. Enjoy.

You’re welcome.