Depressing reality

It's pretty bad when your dreams are filled with your chocolate cravings. I dreamt that I found a Cadbury Creme Egg in my purse, and woke up feeling *very* excited about eating it.

Then I realized it was a dream. *sigh* What is even more sad, is that I won't have the opportunity to eat one until they're available around Easter. What a depressing thought to start the day off with.

embarrassing

After surprising my husband with an after-work treasure hunt, I promptly forgot about the little clues I had left scattered about the house. (Obviously, if Alexis were old enough to read, the 'adult clues' would have been promptly removed upon David's discovery of them. But seeing as she is barely 1, and I am a lazy-good-for-nothing mother, I have not started her schooling yet.)

Unfortunately, after a harried morning, I had to rush out the door around noon, only to receive a call from the realty appointment office. Of course the realtor and client wanted to look at it right then, so I sped home to try and accomodate them (I had forgotten to put the key thingy out).

I felt very vexed that the realtor did not even ask if I needed a moment in the house alone, but instead followed me right in. I tried to grab as many notes as I could before they saw them, and, feeling successful, went outside with Lexi to wait for the showing to be over.

After they were finished and gone, I went into the restroom, and was appalled to see the main clue plastered to the mirror.


I guess I need to learn how to 'clean up' after treasure hunts.

I am:

~ frustrated that we have had NO offers on our house, after being on the market for quite a while now, while the house next to us (which is in very shoddy condition, yet still priced higher than ours) has been for sale for one week, and already has had two offers. How in the WORLD does that work?

~ two subject matters away from taking my Medical Transcription midterms. So next week I will probably be re-studying a lot of older material, and totally stressing about the test. I hate getting low scores.

~ happy with how the new house is looking. David and I just finished tiling one of the bathrooms, and it looks FAB!

~ wanting to scrapbook today (and have wanted to since last week), but doubt I will because of school and the child training class I have tonight.

~ bored with Crossings...it has totally died over the past few days. No entertainment there, aside from one or two threads arguing about drinking and smoking. How fun is that?

~ in LOVE with Autumn! I love the brightly colored leaves, and the crackling and crunching they make as I walk on them. And the smell that goes along with the crispness of the air is just perfect.

~ supposed to be studying.

So I'll go now. End boring, meaning-less post.

I love reading while I eat. My morning tradition is my xanga subs with breakfast, and the crossings at lunch and dinner. Lately, being the diligent student that I am (*cough*), I've been trying to read some of my transcription reports while I eat my lunch. This usually works out fine (aside from the total lack of entertainment found in a medical report), and I feel that I'm using (some ) of my time more efficiently.

As I sat down this afternoon with my fresh-out-of-the-oven pizza, I opened up the pathology section, and began reading as it cooled (that is, as my pizza cooled, not the pathology section). I had already done 4 hours worth of pathology reports (actually typing them up), and was ready for just a reading break.

I was chewing up my pep, sausage, n cheese, when I read the line "The liver was a greyish-white color." The following paragraph detailed the finer points of the spleen, including information that the serosa was purple and smooth.

I didn't realize that the last section of the reports were autopsy reports.


I'm really not into reading about the color of dead people's organs as I eat, I guess. So I closed up my reports, and clicked over to Crossings for some true entertainment.

Families with ill-behaved, and annoying children, are rarely a pleasure to know. But families who believe you are in love with these children, are never regarded with affection. Unfortunately, not only do I know a family with such children, they do, in fact, believe me to be in love with their little hellions.

To protect the innocent (and myself, in case they should ever find my blog), I shall call them the Snibley family.

Upon returning some items to the Snibley household, I was surrounded at the door by swarming children, who were all talking at once, and demanding attention. I had no intention of staying any longer than necessary, and was thus avoiding the 'let me show you the 300 page collection of my greatest drawings', and the 'read me this book that has every fairy tale under the sun in it' demands. Due to my complete lack of feelings, I have no problem ignoring the pulling/whining/demanding of such children. This always works wonderfully until the parents come into the room.

To pretend deafness with adults who know you can hear and speak, is rather rude. And to flash "ohmygosh! I left the burner on high, and set my pot holder on top of it! I must go before my house burns down." is extreme, and slightly over-the-top.

Mr. Snibley approached, carrying the ever-snotty-nosed Oswald, and said with a knowing smile, "I bet Mrs. Joy really wants to hold the baby!"

I sweetly replied that I would love to, only, I had to be going (notice my restraint in not mentioning a burning pot holder, or sudden deafness).

"Oh, I'm sure that was very hard for you to say, since you love holding babies so much." Mr. Snibley said.

And I smiled, as I thought, 'oh yes it was hard to say, but not because I was declining to hold the child--the difficulty lied solely in trying to make sure I actually sounded sincere.'