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Do ya ever?

Do you ever not have time to do anything? I do. Seems like lately everything has been piling up. School is really giving me a swift kick in the rear end this semester and I am counting the days until it's over. Okay, not really. Why? Cause I don't have time to sit down at count them. It was that or post a blog. You win.

It's funny....life has a way of throwing this at you all at once. You know what they say, when it rains it pours. On top of school and being a mother I am struggling with my impending divorce. Yep, I said it divorce. I have been in the closet about it for a while. When is the right time to tell people? I don't think you're really supposed to tell people before you tell your soon to be ex spouse so definitely wait until after that point. My opinion is you should begin to slowly tell people AFTER you have consulted an attorney and AFTER you start the paperwork, which I have.

I'm a bit surprised at the roller coaster of emotions that I have been feeling over the past few weeks. I have come to terms with the fact that my marriage of ten years is over. I am sad about not being married anymore but not sad about not being married to the person I was married to. Does that even make sense? Sure it does, in my mind anyway, and that's all that matters. So if you know any nice Mormon, temple worthy, independently wealthy, strikingly handsome (just thought I'd throw it in, since I'm listing), NOT married guys who are looking for a recently divorced (well, in a few months....we'll have to wait until it's final) mother of three with a slightly dumpy butt who is in nursing school for the next three years therefore cannot consider relocating any time soon, send him my way!

I have been doing a little knitting here and there to ease my tension, we all need an excuse right? I shall now show you a couple of pictures of my knitty handcraftiness since this is somewhat of a knitty blog and I haven't shown any recent pictures.

This is the baby blanket I have been working on. Designed by yours truely (nothing fancy but hey, claim it where you can!). This blanket is headed for a good home and is going to someone who can really use it. She should be heading home with her baby this weekend so that's my deadline....I think I might be able to make it.

This one is for me. I knit it up for everyone else so I decided to make a little sumpin for myself. It's just a plain scarf and it just so happens that I crocheted myself a scarf with the same yarn a few years ago. I must really like this yarn because I bought it again. It's almost completed and should come in nice and handy when winter rolls it's butt around to Alabama.

Now this last picture is a nice one. This picture is of what we affectionately call "the wart hand". Poor Josh. Josh has a wart hand.

Abby won't let him touch her stuff with it. They were eating cotton candy the other day and I heard her say, "Not with your wart hand"! A guy can't even eat cotton candy with his wart hand anymore. I am pleased to report that it is decreasing (slowly) in size. We have been treating it for over a month, it sure is a stubborn wart! Josh has an appointment with a dermatologist to have it removed in Novemeber but I thought I'd keep trying to get rid of it until then. November is a long time to walk around with a wart hand you know.

So I guess that's the skinny here as of late. I'm either going to work on my Chemistry homework or go to bed......I wonder which one will win?

Welcome Back Kotter!

Yes, school has O-fficially begun. Yesterday was the first day back and was quite eventful. I had pre-calculus at 7:30...yes, in the a.m, and we kicked it off by going over two chapters.

Next was American History, which my prof. emphasized was just a survey class which means we hit the high spots and should be expected to know everything else in between, yummy. My history professor was quite entertaining to say the least. I don't know if I have ever met anyone quite as "Southern" before in my life. Now, no offense to peeps from the south (for the record, I am from the North, you know, the side that won), but nothing is more entertaining to me (other than seeing people fall while not really getting hurt, which we will talk about shortly) than an over-exaggerated southern person, and I have found one in my professor. I will say this to make my point and move on, when going over the basic policies of the classroom; no cell phones, pagers (who the heck carries a pager anymore anyway!?), etc., she added the no video taping and proceeded to tell us of an incident of a "fella" who was apparently taping her one class and upon describing her realization of said incident she said "...and I thought to myself, well hells bells he's tapin' me"! Oh...my....gosh.

After that was Oral Communications (a.k.a. speech class) which seems pretty darn do-able (is that a word? I took it upon myself to add the hyphen to make it look more wordish, I think it worked out nicely).

Today was Chemistry and American Lit.....Lit, no problem, my instructor seems to have somewhat of a sarcastic dry humor, which I dig, and it's too bad to look at either (bonus). He does have this funny lisp thing going on, but I can overlook it. Chemistry, that is another story. It was made pretty clear today that this class is H-A-R-D. That spells hard kids, hard. It plainly states in the syllibus to expect to spend at least two hours a day just studying for the class, more if you are not familiar with basic chemistry. Do I need to even say that I fall into the "more" category. Am I remotely interested in chemistry? No. Do I have three plus hours a day to devote to one class outside of classroom time? No. Do I want a housekeeper to come in and clean up after me....um, yes, yes I do, thank you.

On to the very entertaining issue of seeing people fall without getting hurt. I know this is going to bring on some bad Karma, but oh man, it was SO worth it. As I was on my way to Lit, I was driving to the back 40 on campus. As I passed by the R.O.T.C. building there was a guy on a bike, talking on his cell phone, backpack on, and a drink in the other hand. Then, right before my very eyes, BAM! he ran right into the sign outside the building. It might have been the funniest thing I have ever seen short of seeing one of my very favorite people fall off the stairs to the patio one day while my lady and I were waiting for her to BBQ our dinner. I will admit, I laughed (both times) and couldn't wait to tell someone about it. Of course the first thing he did was look around to see if anyone saw him, he knew I was laughing at him, he could feel it. I was tempted to honk the horn, but I didn't because I always appreciate it when people act like they didn't see it when I fall (which is often, did it today as a matter of fact, except my friend Maryann laughed right in my face....thanks Maryann).

My bloggy future is uncertain, but I will try. I have a fun Labor Day weekend planned. It's going to be chock full of homework (already) studying (to try to get ahead) and assembling new bunk beds for the girl's room (woot).

Sorry, no pictures today, I am lazy.....tar tar.

Everyone goes to Milo's!

Yesterday my friend Julie and I ventured off to the Birmingham Temple. We left home at about 8:20 and by the time left the temple it was right at 12:30. Hunger had stricken us both quite some time before and the mission was to find lunch. We drove for a bit to see what was near and had almost decided on Pizza Hut when we spotted a Milo's.

I have seen the commercials for years and even catch myself singing their jingle sometimes, but I have never been there, niether had Julie. We like to live on the edge so we decided to go. I have heard that Milos has the best hamburgers ever. We both ordered the same thing......cheeseburger, fries, apple pie, and diet coke (we are watching our calories). The burger had pickles, onions and Milo sauce......the Milo sauce tasted more like BBQ sauce, so I am wondering why they decided to call it Milo sauce, my bet is it came right out of a Bullseye bottle. I guess everyone wants to have their own sauce, it's kind of a status symbol in the fast food world I guess. This is my friend Julie enjoying her burger. There is a possibility that we may not be friends anymore once I post this picture. I would kill someone if they did it to me, but since it's my blog and I am in charge of the picture department.

Julie, I swear if I had that fancy shmancy black bar over they eyes tool I would totally use it. But I don't.

I think Julie thought I was a bit of a freak for taking pictures of my burger and the Milo's sign, and the sneak attack I pulled of her eating her burger, whatevs. That's what I have to say to that.

I have to say, I was a little disappointed. I was expecting fireworks. There were none. My cheeseburger was good, as were the fries, I was just expecting SO much more. One thing I did appreciate was the hairnet factor. Everyone with longer hair working in the back had on a hairnet. God bless whoever came up with that rule! That alone might just make me go back.

I also realized after looking at the Milo's website, Milo's is only in Birmingham! I thought they were nationwide! Silly me. Maybe they would accomplish that if they would put some lettuce and tomato on those burgers!

Going to the temple inspired me to pull out my family history and do a little work on it. I finally broke down and brushed up on the new Family search website which is a little bit awesome. I like it much better than the original now that I sat down and tinkered with it a little bit. I have a lot of work to do though.

Well, my Milo's rant is over, I am off to do laundry, clean house, and enjoy my last week of freedom before JSU reclaims my life. The countdown has officially begun.

And the winner is......

Second only to anticipating who won American Idol, this is the moment you have been waiting for. Who is going to be the lucky washcloth recipient. Congratulations to Judy from Jacksonville, these babies are coming home with you. I used the integer generator at random.org to choose the winner, so it's all legit, no recounts, no Supreme Court. While I was pulling for everyone to win, I must say the fact that I know Judy and she goes to school with me is going to save me a little postage, woot.

I'd also like to add that Judy was the ONLY person who picked up on Cathy Number 5! Didn't anyone see Short Circuit?? I at least expected Marge to get it, but alas, he did not. Just in case you need a bigger reminder, let's all pay homage to our beloved Johnny Number 5.

Number 5 is alive!

That's it for now, I must go fix the debacle that is my class schedule for next semester.

Blah, Blah, Blah

This morning I decided to go through the pics on my memory card. My memory card is pretty much full, and every time I get on a picture taking roll I get the "memory card full" message. Whilst attempting to downsize my stash of pics I came across this one. How could I not post it?


I love this kid. I do believe I saw a Florida retiree with that same hat and glasses once.

I have also started my "winter" knitty! I actually started it a few weeks ago, but like I said, I was going through pictures. I know what you are thinking. It takes a lot of talent to make a scarf. It can be confusing knitting the same stitch the same amount of times over and over.

Now, don't forget about the contest! The deadline is actually Friday at midnight not Thursday at midnight. I have had a combination of emails and comments, so either one is fine, I will still enter you even if you aren't following directions and email me instead! Perhaps more later....I am off to do something. What, I don't know, but something other than what I have been doing so far this morning, which is sitting on my kiester.

The return of the Jedi (um, that would make ME a JEdi)!

I have been gone for a long time. I had these delusions of grandeur that when summer term was over I was going to be a knitty bloggy fool. I would do the aforementioned like I was getting paid to do it. For the record, I have been out one week, this is my first blog and I have yet to pick up a pair of sticks. Alas.

A lot has been going on, so I will update you, my bloggy friends. First, I'd like to report my grades for summer term. I got an A (woot) in the first section of Anatomy and Physiology and a B (blah) in the second. Not too bad I guess, considering that each was a full semester of material crammed into four weeks. One thing I won't miss about A &P (that's cool college kid slang for Anatomy and Physiology, I like to think I made it up, but I didn't) is my professor. I couldn't find a picture of him online, but I have found photograph of our class that I would like to share with you.Dr. James Rayburn. He has given me a new appreciation for the English language and the importance of the correct pronunciation of it. I'm telling you, this man could take the word "it" and come up with 43 different ways to say it. It's unlike anything I have ever seen in my life, and 7:30 in the morning is just a little too early to try to filter out the mispronunciations and compute the correct word.

In other news, I have been diagnosed with sleep apnea. Yes, it's the condition that makes old people stop breathing when they sleep. I have obstructive sleep apnea to be specific. I have been told that I snore like a freight train. I however contest this accusation since I sleep with myself EVERY night and I have never once woke myself up. Come on! So, I went to have a sleep study done, it was nice, like a little hotel room. They brought me root beer and water, offered me snacks and had some yummy little banana bread muffins waiting for me when I woke up. According to them I stopped breathing 50 times in about 3 1/2 hours and woke up (which translates into coming out of deep sleep) 42 times in one hour. No wonder I was tired all the time!!!!! I'm going to tell you, I feel amazing since I have remedied the problem, but unfortunately this is what the remedy is:

I look like the love child of a Hoover and a Snork. It's very alluring and I have had a long line of suitors at my back door ever since.

It could be worse though. I could have been fitted with this puppy.

Ok, now onto my last topic of the day. I have to limit myself so I can save it up. Now you know my friend Cathie. We have been best friends since the tenth grade. We were pretty much attached at the hip until I moved to Alabama when I was 18. She moved to Texas a couple of years ago, and we rarely get to see each other. Now about two years ago, I met another Cathy, Cathy Number 5 (anyone? please tell me you get this). Cathy Number 5 and I have become good friends and then guess what happens?! She moves. Wah! Her husband Marce ( I know, it's short for Marcelino, and I lovingly refer to him as Marge......whether he likes it or not, who knows, he might have relocated to get away from me and my name calling) got a new j0b. Yay for them, not yay for me. So, now I am Cathyless again. What gives folks?! I will miss them both like crazy, but the lovely entertainment center they left behind in my living room is softening the blow a little. I will think of them often, like whenever I see a physical therapist...that's Filipino......with glasses.....and a double crown, or whenever I hear Aerosmith and Run D.M.C. on the radio. I know they will miss me too, especially the next time they play Cranium. They are going to be in a world of hurt when they don't' have my mad Humdinger skills there to score them some points.

I will also now commence my first contest. I KNOW! A CONTEST! You can win some of my knitty handcraftiness! If you get my Cathy Number 5 reference, leave me a comment and I will enter you to win a nice little set of dishcloths! Won't they look too cute hanging near your sink?! I got this pattern from I live on farm , which has all kinds of nifty patterns and nuggets. You can use them for more than just dishcloths too! This pattern was actually meant to be a set of baby washcloths, I just made them a little larger. They look like this:

Heck, even if you don't know, enter anyway. I'm not choosy. Who am I to discriminate against those who don't get my exceptional humor and wit. Ok kids, you have until Thursday at midnight!

Well, I guess that's it for today. I am excited to watch my new favorite show tonight, The Secret Life of the American Teenager, yes, I am fifteen, didn't I tell you that? I might just pair up my show with a little knitty too!