Week In Review

Last Thursday, Feb. 23rd: Had an 8 a.m. appointment to get the brakes fixed on the Jeep. Called my mother to remind her that she was going to pick us up so I wouldn't be stuck trying to entertain my 2-year-old for over two hours. She intentionally stood us up, so we hung out on a street corner for a good twenty minutes while I bawled and tried to think of what to do for the next two hours. I should have known. Her hateful antics shouldn't surprise me at this point in my life, but it hurts nonetheless.

Friday, Feb. 24th: Went to the Y and chatted with a good friend from way-back. We've become workout buddies, keeping each other entertained while we workout. Sometimes we work out our mouth muscles a little much, though, and this day was one of them. Funny how I can't remember anything else about this day...

Saturday, Feb. 25th: Steve had to work, but he came home with a mad craving for MalloCups. I went into town to track down some MalloCups, work out, drop by Goodwill and then buy some beads for the Mardi Gras celebration ("Muncie Gras") that Meg and I were heading off to in the evening. Nobody in this state sells MalloCups anymore, so I settled for "Valomilks," which ended up being acceptable. I ate two packs, myself, before I even made it home. (Should have known that craving alone was a precursor to Mother Nature dropping by.) Worked out briefly, but got bored, and then found nothing at Goodwill. Nobody in this crazy town had beads, either, except for one little off-the-wall store that had them hidden in their St. Patrick's Day section. And they were even on clearance. Hot dog!

When I got home, I cooked and did laundry; just about everything except what I should have been doing, which was both writing a paper that was due at midnight the next day (for my online class) and getting myself ready for Muncie Gras. I simply wasn't motivated, but I finally hopped in the shower around 5 p.m. and then made my way up to Meg's. I was in such a hurry I forgot my camera. I could kick myself for not taking my camera.

But Muncie Gras was a blast. Meg and I adorned ourselves with just a few beads before leaving--about ten each--but I ended up with a final count of over 60 strands before the night was over. Even scored a set of drumsticks from the drummer of Mojo and the Bayou Gypsies. And yes, I must admit, I "earned" a few of my beads--just a few, now--as well as the drumsticks, the hard way. Er, the old-fashioned way. I doubt you'll be seeing me on the next Girls Gone Wild video, though my wild side definitely shone through a bit. It's like being a senior in high school all over again; something is compelling me to get in my last few crazy kicks before I'm in the real world...again. *sigh*

Also ran into an old boyfriend from waaaaay back. As in, eighth grade. Talk about nuts. Meg asked this dude for a lighter and I was like, "Anthony?" And he remembered me, too. Small world, man, small world.

But I guess I got my retribution for being a bad girl. When we took the trolley back to where we'd parked at the end of the night (circa 1:30 a.m.), the Jeep wasn't there. She'd been towed. The rest of the night was too long of a story to even bother with posting now, but it wasn't pretty...

Sunday, February 25th: Get up early, just a bit hung over, but mainly freaking out over the whereabouts and howabouts of my Jeep...like as in, how the heck was I going to get $95 and how the heck was I going to find where it was? I had the name of the place, but when I looked it up on Mapquest I got ten addresses. Steve and I finally found it after driving around Muncie for 45 minutes, and the semi-funny thing was all the other people who'd been taken in, as well. I felt somewhat relieved to see all the other folks having to come get their vehicles, kinda like when you have to go reclaim your pet at the Humane Society after it gets taken in for invading the neighbors trash or something.

Came home around 4 p.m. and wanted/needed real bad to be working on my paper that was due at midnight. Also wanted/needed a nap in the worst way. So I opted for the nap, got my sorry toosh up at 7 p.m. and started typing away on my eight pager that was due at midnight. (Luckily I have a very understanding husband who took the initiative to take care of our son and cook dinner for us.) I got so carried away with the paper that I forgot to take time out for my favorite show--the one I NEVER miss--Desperate Housewives. Oh well, it was probably a good thing, or so I thought at the time, because I completed the paper at 10:02 p.m. PLENTY of time to send electronically...that is, if the damn disk wasn't "corrupted." I was so ticked I decided to just go take a hot bath in my sugar cookie bubble bath and forget about it for awhile. I got back online about an hour later and had the same dang problem. Disaster. But after the previous events of the weekend, I don't know why I'm even surprised...

Monday, February 27th: After virtually no sleep from panic that my paper would not be accepted, I start another early freakin' day (7 a.m.) and head to my dad's to see if I could pull up the paper on my old computer. Nada. So I called the IT department at my university and oh-so-casually, the guy says, "Oh yeah. The disks go bad all the time for no reason." ARGH. The only redeeming news was that this guy had "an $800 piece of equipment" that might be able to retrieve my files. MIGHT, that is, but it was worth the try. I called my aunt to watch Clayton while I ran over to school, but everyone in her house was sick, so I called my grandma and she was anxious to watch him. When I got on campus, I was ecstatic that the computer guru found my paper, though he confirmed that the disk is crap. The sad thing is, it holds all my other research/work for this semester thus far. So I ran a copy over to the building of my professor's office (for the online class) and went to write him a note to attach to the paper since he wasn't in.
NO PAPER. So I had to use my library receipt to cram an essay in about how I tried my hardest and promise to never ever procrastinate on these assignments again. I shoved it under his door and ran off.

Tuesday, February 28th: Alas, I wake up thinking, isn't this month over yet? And then as I groggily go around the house and start to change all the calendars I'm thinking that I'm not all that excited for March after all since it was one year ago that my husband was having an affair during the whole lousy month. It's quite hard not to think about it. I think I want to hibernate.

Wednesday, March 1st: Voila. Here I am. I tried all last night to post on my blog, but to no avail. I kept getting a message about an engineer having to be notified. Weird stuff, man. Hey, I don't want any trouble...I just wanna post on my blog...

Tomorrow I have my first exam in my American Courts class. I hear this prof (he's actually a judge) has given THREE A+'s in his 16 years that he's taught here. I suppose that's more than some, but it has me concerned nonetheless. Guess I'd better go cram.