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Yes, ummm…I quite possibly forgot to mention exactly when I was leaving for my business trip/vacay. So, hey! I left last Saturday! And the business trip portion is now complete, and here I am in Washington State. I am taking full advantage of the lovely Kari’s fabulous back porch and wireless internet, and I am just now submitting, finally, my very last assignment for English 101. Which means that officially, my vacay can now start worry free, and I can enjoy myself without the burden of a research paper lingering in the back of my mind.

And I have to say…while I wish I could write more right now, there are friends to catch up with and I must be going. Look for pictures soon!

Tschuss!!

As I sit here this evening, I have three things open on my computer: this page, which I am currently writing, popsugar.com, and my final research essay. I will give you one guess as to which one is getting the most viewing (hint: not the essay).

You guys, I just don’t feel like writing about living wills and finding sources and MLA citations and all that crap. I want to find a good book and read it in the tub, with a glass of wine. I want to take full advantage of the late sunshine and go on long bike rides. I want to…hell, watch chick flicks all night long. ANYTHING besides this stupid research paper. I know, I know, it’s my last one, and all I have is 200 more words to write, and then I will be done for an undetermined amount of time with school, but good lord I am so not interested.

The girls left for their dad’s today. It’s…I don’t know. It’s always such a draining time for me, the last weeks before their visit. Now that they are older, and since spending a year away in Korea, I’ll admit today wasn’t as hard as it’s been in the past but still…I mean, you can’t live with kids 10 months of the year and then not notice they aren’t there. So.

We had to stay at the airport until the plane took off, which meant I didn’t get to work until 1:30, but oh my god, like…before I had even made it to my desk, I had two messages in my hand and a post-it on my computer screen. It was almost ridiculous how busy I was today. I swear at one point, I was on the phone, and three other lines were for me. Do I even need to tell you how fast the day went? It was like, “Hi everyone, the drop-off went well…holy crap, time to go home ALREADY?” And then I came home and fully exploited one of the benefits of having no kids for awhile: for dinner I opened up a can of green beans and ate them with my fingers. I don’t want to hear about how gross that is! Do you not eat three-bean salad? Is it not cold? For the record, that is how I grew up eating them. Or something…maybe? I don’t remember, but regardless, I fully support the eating of cold canned green beans for dinner. Just so you know, my strange eating habits do not stop there. I could write a whole post, in fact, about the strange things I like to eat. Hmmm…I’ll have to remember that. What I was saying, though, was that my mom asked me the other day what I wanted her to cook on my first day home. My answer? Liver. Mmmm…my mom makes the best liver ever.

DON’T WANNA HEAR IT!!!

Tschuss!!

You guys. Trying to open up your website and then discovering it no longer exists? I have no words. Except that backing up will now become a “once-every-couple-days” thing as opposed to a “back up? Um…” thing.

Seriously, my database was gone. Kaput. Fortunately when John contacted the webhost, they were ALREADY participating in the game of regular back ups, and were able to restore my ENTIRE site, and hi, that’s why I pay someone to…whatever. Host my site? Serve my site? I don’t exactly know…hmmm. I hope none of you thought I was tech-savvy because…no.

Anyway! As I type this, the sky is currently red. It’s pretty awesome, actually, and comes right on the heels of a spectacular display of thunder, lightning, and rain. Although, I guess you can’t really display thunder, can you? Whatever, it was fabulous, and now my house smells pretty. There is no air-conditioning in these houses, and while I pretend to commiserate with husband, who thinks 60 degrees is a heat wave, I secretly like the fact that the windows have to be open for it to stay cool in here. This means it smells like outside all the time, and while it never smells bad around here, you just can’t beat the smell of rain.

Work was just out of this world today. Remember when I said recently that I might just say I liked my job in the future? Today is the day. I am a lazy, lazy girl at heart, and when faced with two minor things to do and no deadline to get them done, I procrastinate. If I don’t have to do it, I don’t want to. But when I have tons of things to do, and no time at all? That is heaven to me. I am instantly organized, and lists abound, and efficiency rules supreme, and above all, I’m happy. Pending emails? Fine! Someone on hold? Fantastic! A high-level conference to organize and execute, all within the same timeframe as my upcoming vacation(s)? FABULOUS.

I had to attend this “promotion social” today that was just scandalous in it’s stupidity. It was literally 1.5 hours of standing around for three minutes of talking, a half-hearted round of applause for us promotees, and a quick getaway out the door when I said to myself, “This is IT?” And for that, I missed my run. A little irritating, that. I can’t even say the standard “but I got out of work” because remember? Now I LOVE WORK.

This is technically my last week of class, which…thank fucking god. Seriously. I am OVER IT. I have my final essay to write, a research paper on the benefits of living wills complete with THREE SOURCES and an instructor-approved THESIS STATEMENT. Oh yes, you guys…English 101. I’m hardcore. Fortunately, for whatever reason, our instructor pared down the required word count from 2,000 words to 1,200, and as the basis of this essay we use the last essay we wrote, which was…1,000 words. I secretly believe it’s because the other people in my class are all too wrapped up in our pending doom and death by flame to write coherently, and our instructor knew requiring 2,000 words would probably get him the first elevator ride down the shaft of hell, so he shortened the assignment. The sheets are made of fire down there, by the way. Hell, I mean.

Oh my god. It’s completely past my bedtime. I have to go.

Tschuss!!