Its been a while...
I haven't posted in way too long. Here's the Reader's Digest update.
1. First of all, I started school. In between working full time, I manage to get to class Mondays and Wednesday from 8:00 a.m. - 9:15 a.m. and then again from 5:00 p.m. to 6:15 p.m. Everything started out rosey, but its starting to catch up with me, and I'm tired. I don't mind my morning class so much. Its a no-brainer "strategies for college success" course. So far, I have an A in that class. But I hate my evening class...math. Hate it. Hate it. Hate it. And I hate my barely-able-to-speak-English math professor. I hate math! I got a 97% on the first quiz and a 49% on the second (thats 49 out of 100, not 50). Did I mention how much I hate math? Whatever. The semester is almost over. Until I have to take another math class.
2. All's quiet on the Danny Boy home front. No drama. No arguing. No mud slinging. Our eldest daughter was sick and in the hospital, and with the exception of telling the nurse she didn't need a wheelchair when she was discharged (like every other person in the entire free world), he was actually very decent during that time.
3. Work is good. I had an excellent year-end review and got a nice raise.
4. Things with Plan B are moving along. Its been 8 months. I love him more every day.
1. First of all, I started school. In between working full time, I manage to get to class Mondays and Wednesday from 8:00 a.m. - 9:15 a.m. and then again from 5:00 p.m. to 6:15 p.m. Everything started out rosey, but its starting to catch up with me, and I'm tired. I don't mind my morning class so much. Its a no-brainer "strategies for college success" course. So far, I have an A in that class. But I hate my evening class...math. Hate it. Hate it. Hate it. And I hate my barely-able-to-speak-English math professor. I hate math! I got a 97% on the first quiz and a 49% on the second (thats 49 out of 100, not 50). Did I mention how much I hate math? Whatever. The semester is almost over. Until I have to take another math class.
2. All's quiet on the Danny Boy home front. No drama. No arguing. No mud slinging. Our eldest daughter was sick and in the hospital, and with the exception of telling the nurse she didn't need a wheelchair when she was discharged (like every other person in the entire free world), he was actually very decent during that time.
3. Work is good. I had an excellent year-end review and got a nice raise.
4. Things with Plan B are moving along. Its been 8 months. I love him more every day.
posted by Eatapeach | 12:28 PM
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