Back Again

Ok, I know I keep teasing you all with promising to post but summer is almost here and I have time to catch up on lots of things. I think. Well, going to try to anyway. So, once I have caught up the other blog, I will post more on here. Oh, and I will be getting into doing more book reviews too.

I should just make a list of all of the things that I need to do so you could see that even when I "have time" it's a relative term.

Hugs.

So. . .

Well, the semester has been hectic as all get out. Let's all just face it that I like to stay busy. It keeps me out of trouble. My fall classes are already set up. I have one less than this semester but it's still a busy time. Which means I need to haul butt on the dissertation this summer. I have finally started it in earnest so that's good. And I have just been given an incentive to get the damn thing done asap.

See, the evening School -- excuse me, the Extended University -- has created a new speech position. It requires teaching four classes in the fall and then four in the spring. Well, this coming year it is a temporary position with no benefits. But I applied anyway. I mean, I do the work anyway so I might as well. They decided to give the position to someone else because they want me to focus on my dissertation. That means that my Saturday class is no longer "mine" because they've made it part of the new position. When I first learned that I was hurt because it was the first one I had ever taught on my own but then another part of me was relieved because it gives me free weekends. So, there is a silver lining.

I may not have gotten the position this time but there is a chance that I could get it next year. They are going to try and make it a permanent tenure track position. That would be good for me to have because that means benefits, etc. Of course, I need to get the PhD done because that will put me in a better position to get the job. No guarantee that I would be given it but there is the underlying suggestion that I would be a major front runner if I had the degree.

So, yeah, I have more incentive now. I said a carrot has been dangled in front of me. Michael said it was more like a piece of Godiva Chocolate cake. lol

This Sucks

I like reading the news on AOL while I eat lunch, dinner, whatever. Lately the news has been shocking grim for the most part. I don't think that's it's because more such things are happening but that we are hearing about them more.

Anyway, I end up finding out that one of the actors, Andy Hallett, I liked best on Angel died yesterday:



Lorne was an awesome character. And Hallett has always reminded me of the southern Kyle in both looks and temperament. I knew that Hallett had been seriously ill back when Angel was nearing its run. I didn't know it was something lasting that would kill him.

So, I am very bummed right now and had to share. And you know what? The title of this entry doesn't even begin to sum it all up.

Yeah Yeah

So sue me for being a slackard with the blog. There have been moments over the past few weeks where I've wanted to write but didn't have time. Isn't that how it always works? But we are still alive.

I can't believe that the end of March is almost upon us. I just picked up two more classes so I'm even more swamped. Currently in the office for my hours right now. Have a student doing make up quizzes. Ah, such is my life.

More to follow as soon as I can. . .

Bwah

And no, I didn't spell that wrong. Just a form of saying blah. I've been sick now for over a week. Stupid weather and being around too many different germs. Actually, it hit my chest which is why I'm having trouble getting rid of it. I rested all last weekend but went to school on Monday and Tuesday even though I sounded like a frog. I did go to the doctor's on Tuesday between classes. Gaye gave me an antibiotic to take only if I didn't get better through taking Mucinex D. Well, I haven't filled the script yet cause the sinus stuff is better. . .it's just lingering. My right ear is clogged now. (sigh) The damn cold keeps changing what it's doing to me.

I actually canceled classes on Wednesday and Thursday if that gives you an idea of how I felt. I ended up with the most horrendous sinus headache on Wednesday. Or as I said to the students online, it felt like my eyeballs wanted to melt from my skull. Plus, I could barely talk. Fortunately, the daytime Thursday people already had off as part of a deal for getting a two day assignment done in one day. But I though I would be able to go in the evening cause I was feeling a little better. Right. Only when I didn't move. I went out for the mail and the cold air hit my lungs and they wanted to jump out of my chest. Real hard to listen to stuff when you're trying not to hack up a lung. So, that one was canceled too.

Since then I have been pretty much home. I went out briefly on Friday to go to the store and yesterday Michael took me for some Mexican since he figured that I could taste. lol But today is all home stuff. Right now I'm writing this to you as a break from reading some of my dissertation work. Yes, you read that right. I got behind again because of the damn cold. But am making a point of reading something today even though my head feels swimmy. No excuse not to read. Besides, I'm simply refreshing myself on stuff I read eons ago so I figure that won't be a problem.

Ok, enough babbling. Time to get back to work. Hope all of you are feeling well. Michael opened up the windows to let some fresh air in since it's like 75 degrees outside. Maybe that will help. Hope you all get some nice weather soon too. Hugs.

Just Peachy

So, once again I have run into my dissertation profs. well, the ones I consider the two biggies anyway. I was happy to see both this time. lol Why? Cause I finally have a direction. Anyway, I found out Dr. Miller's office hours and they work with mine so that's all good. Gonna push to get him a chapter draft next week.

But running into Dr. Geckle (pronounce like the Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde dude) has really pushed things into perspective. See, two of my four committee members are retired. And well, normally, they would be allowed to still teach a class every semester if they wanted to. Not anymore. Seems that the university has told all of the retirees to go bye bye. Well, you can imagine why because that is an "easy" cut to the budget. Especially if you have people drawing some kind of pension already. I honestly don't know how much retired professors get payed for a class but I doubt that it's much. Still, it is a cut.

So what does this mean? It means that I don't know if the two retirees can sign off on my diss. Yeah, yeah. All my fault for not getting it done sooner. Whatever. I know someone in the French department who I can ask and would probably be cool but I can't imagine replacing Dr. G. I mean, he is one of my most favorite teachers ever and this is his thing. My topic is just his cup o' tea. So, yea, as he said to me just a few minutes ago, light a fire under it.

(sigh) And if that turns out to be the case that I have to. There goes the promise to myself that I would be more available to you all for chats and what not. Cause if I have to do some pressure writing (which, I admit, is how I work best). . .everything else is gonna go poof but for the teaching. So, be warned. (sheesh)

Really? That long?

Well, whataya know. . .been over a month. Wow. Well, I must do better, eh? I promised a wedding overview, etc so I better deliver over on the other blog. Not tonight though. It's late and typing is not my strong point. Plus I have to get up hella early and walk in the cold. Shut up, northern friends. 20s is col dammit, by anyone's standards. Well, unless you live in the arctic and those are your summer temps. Still. . .brrrrr. Ok, I am making too many typos. . .gonna shower now. Will type this weekend. Hugs.

Erg

So. . .catching up is hard to do. But I should be able to between the two sites after all of the finals madness. Most of my grading is done but I am (really) trying to get something banged out on the dissertation. I actually have an opening for the theory chapter. Go me. Now I need to do more with it.

Anyway, I'll update you all on that as well as other stuff as soon as the madness eases a bit. Should be some time next week. Hugs.

I'm So Sorry

Last night Michael's second family, the Seibert's, lost their matriarch, Miss Johnie. She'd been sick for years but it was still a shock as no one expected her to go as quickly as she had. I think everyone thought that this was just a "routine" trip to the hospital. After years of someone having declining health you get used to the pattern that happens.

I feel so bad for them all. Even though they knew it was coming, there really couldn't have been a true preparation. Vern and Kathy are like Michael's second parents. Miss Johnie was Kathy's mother and, I guess, like another grandmother for Michael. I spoke with Jennifer a few minutes ago and she gave my standard answer when I'm just existing and someone asks me how I am, "I'm here." I wish there was something that I could do. And her poor sister, Kristen. . .ugh. . .she is going to be an absolute mess. She was terrified that this would happen because she just last week moved to Hawaii. Her husband, Mike, is in the navy and that is where they will be stationed when he gets back. The navy said that was when she needed to move to get settled. So, now she has to fly in. She'll be here tomorrow. As Jen weakly joked, looks like she'll make the wedding anyway. (sigh) I really wish that hadn't been why.

This so sucks for them. And what really sucks is that they will all try and put on happy faces for us on Friday. I suppose having something good happen right after can alleviate the pain but. . . . The whole thing brings tears to my eyes. I feel so bad for them because they have all been nothing but accepting of me into their family from the start and I've been feeling like they are a second one for me too.

Michael's mom said last night that God will be smiling down on the wedding because the weather is supposed to be perfect but I guess none of us could have seen the cloud that would be hanging out there as well.

Let There Be Air

When last I blogged. . .

I was behind in my work. But no more! I actually managed to get ahead in my work for my students. I just plugged away after my blog entry and got everything set up (including quizzes) for the semester so I don't have to worry about them. Yay!! I am taking over some classes for one of my peers tomorrow because she has to be out of town so I'll get my grading done then for my students and be on track there too. I know, gasp. More icicles in hell! Yay!

As for the title of this entry. . .we lost our AC last week for a few days. It was hell cause the humidity was up past 80% and the temps were hovering at 90 degrees. Blech. See, earlier in the summer I complained about how I thought the air wasn't as cool as it should be. I mean, when you get 100 degrees outside, it is hard to keep the house below 80 inside but the night air just seemed not to be cooling as fast as usual. But when Michael checked, it didn't seem odd to him. So, we just dealt with it.

Well, last Wednesday night, the AC was definitely having problems. I spent a very sweaty night. By Thursday afternoon, it was obvious that the AC had gone kaput. The fan would still run, but no coolness. Michael's brother, Philip, works in AC repair (mostly commercial now) and so we called him for help. He walked Michael through looking at it but, in the end, it was obvious that we would have to call somewhere.

Philip's recommended place doesn't service our area so I called 2nd Wind because they have great reviews and have consistently gotten the Best of Columbia award. Hey, there are worse ways to pick a business. Well, they came out Friday night and, because Michael was able to eliminate a lot for them, after only a few minutes the guy was able to tell us that our compressor had gone kerplunk. Michael was hoping just a freon thing cause that wouldn't be too bad in cost. Nope, we had to end up with a $1500+ repair. We don't have that. Obviously. The guy left and said he would be back in touch on Monday to let us know the specifics. (sigh)

Well, we had already had two restless nights so we decided to buy a window unit for the bedroom. The good thing is that they are all on sale. We got a good small one for $130 and Michael managed to jerryrig is so that it was an inside unit. See, our window screens run the entire length. We have great windows and didn't want to mess them up. So, Michael made it so that the condensation would leak out the back properly. It was great. And would do for the winter until we could save up for the repair.

Still, the rest of the house remained 80+ both night and day. It made us both grumpy especially as I had given Michael my cold.

On Monday, 2nd Wind called Michael. Turns out that our former landlord/person we bought the house from had bought the unit from them to begin with. I hadn't been sure who he had. I did know that he had a service agreement with someone and had been expecting them to contact us to see if we wanted to continue that but never heard anything. Well, along with the unit, Hite bought a ten year warranty with it and 2nd Air said they could transfer that to us for $150!!! (happy dance) I swear, I almost cried. I mean, how great is that? Yes, we can live without AC. But if I don't have to, I don't want to. So, thank God for the break, Hite for the foresight, and 2nd Wind for their honesty. Cause they sure didn't have to tell us. We would never have known. Then again, what would have happened if we had asked Hite? Yeah, well, they could have just claimed that the time for change over had expired. But they were nice and honest and so getting plugged to people. They truly deserve their status as Best of.

So, Tuesday night we had the right temp in the house and it felt great. Sorry, Jim and Cynthia, for roasting you while you were here. But now we know why. And this way when other peeps come to visit, we won't roast them either. Cause, even though winter is coming, in SC summer hangs on for a while. The nights might drop slowly but the days can stay hot and humid into December.

It feels good to be able to sit in my chair here in my office without sweating. Ah, I am spoiled.

Back in Session

Well, school is back in for me. Last week was the first full week of classes. I think that between running around a humid/hot campus and being around tons of people again caused me to get the cold I have now. I almost talked myself hoarse on Tuesday. Had a sore throat on Wednesday but was hoping that was because of Tuesday. Thursday the throat was worse and I felt like I might get sick but I hoped not with some sleep. Nope. I didn't feel well on Friday but went out and got some stuff done.

Michael kept waking me up Friday night because I kept snoring. Excuse me for drippy sinuses. I finally gave up at 6:30a and did some work in my office. I grabbed breakfast and headed to class. I gave the lecture even though my throat was still blah. I had scheduled us a couple's massage and that helped.

Michael and I did some errands. At that point it was just my throat and not my sinuses being too bad but as the day progressed, they went down hill. Probably partly because of the massage. They tend to get things moving along when I am even close to being sick. Helps to push it out of the system.

I ended up spending part of Saturday night on the sofa because Michael kept waking me up again so I gave up. I was so out of it. I went back to bed before 10a and told him I wasn't going to church. He got up. I fell back to sleep. Finally I got up and he made me some soup and I had a pb&j sandwich. The latter actually helped with getting rid of the last of the throat scratch. Jonathan had wanted to go see Hamlet 2 yesterday and we'd been planning it for a while but I wasn't sure. So, when he called I said we'd see for the evening. But I ended up falling back to sleep some time around 3:30p and didn't get up until 8p.

It's amazing I slept last night. And so, here I am, behind in my plans for the weekend. Oh, well. I will work on the invitations after I do some stuff for school. I've got to get some things together for that so they're out of mental need to do pile. Once tomorrow comes, I'll be off and running on my usual schedule until the wedding with only AWA as the blip. Gonna be busy. Two months to go and a ton to do. Yay!! lol

Another Politician Has Lied About An Affair

Oooo, stop the presses. Really? Ok, so I'm being sarcastic. I must admit that I was a little shocked to see that the current adulterer is John Edwards. After all, he seemed like the all around family type with a wife of 30 years and 4 children. But then again, what can you say for appearances.

I don't so much care what foibles the politicians commit in their own lives. Nobody is perfect and it really is between him and his wife. If they get caught, I do think that they should just own up to it and move on. You would think that people would know by now that once they are in the spotlight for something (politics, arts, etc), they are analyzed to the nth degree. Fair? Nope.

What is ironic is that, during his run for the Democratic bid, Edwards talked all about how we need to have someone lead us who has a strong moral compass and whatnot. Okie dokie. I don't disagree with that but I'm thinking that's just a bit hypocritical.

But that's not what gets me about this whole thing. What sticks in my craw is that he had an affair while his wife of thirty years is dying of cancer! Did you get that? All the responses I've read so far have spoken about him as another lying bastard/man/politician/white person. . . . But is that really the point. Not to me. I admit to not knowing much about Elizabeth Edwards. But I do know this much: she has incurable cancer (which has spread to her bones) and has been dedicating her time and energies into her family and John's campaigning. I don't care what their life is like behind closed doors. It could all be a farce. But let the woman die with some dignity in public. And how stupid can a person possibly be to have an affair under such a circumstance (public or private).

No doubt the media will twist this to make her out to be a victim (which she kind of is). Watch. . .she'll handle it with grace and dignity. She won't leave her husband but will do all she can to smooth everything over.

More on the Media

I was going to respond to Natalie herself when she sent me a very nice little message about the last blog entry but I wanted to share the article I just read with all of you. So, here's what I was writing. . .

I was just reading an "Entertainment Weekly" article where they speculate that Katherine Heigl could be killed off on "Grey's Anatomy" for being outspoken. She refused to run for an Emmy this year because she didn't feel like she had any material worthy of such an honor (she won one last year anyway). That could be a jab at herself but it's being taken as a stab at the writer's of the show. Well, one of the regular columnists, Mark Harris, wrote about the incident later in the magazine and said something like I did about Britney. About how the internet is dragging down the media into the gossipy pits of hell from 50 years ago. Not that they ever completely pulled out of it but at least it was mainly trashy tabloids who stuck to that stuff. Now it's every where. Harris mentions clicking on some of the same links I have (he didn't say if it was via AOL like I do) and just rolling his eyes at the articles. The title's catch our attention so we read. For me, it's my version of a car wreck, I guess.

But yeah, they attack everyone so I guess they see it as fair.

If you want to read the article (and it really is a good one) go here:

Katherine Heigl's 'Grey' matter - EW.com

A Burst of Britney

Ok, stop reading if you don't want my brief rant on Britney Spears. No, I am not a huge fan though I do like her music (what can I say, it has a good dance beat). Yes, I am sympathetic towards the famous twit. Only to a point, mind you, but people do stupid stuff all the time (maybe not shave their head and bash at a car with an umbrella but, well, we're past that I hope). Normally I just roll my eyes at the media coverage of her. But, well, their latest take is just too ridiculous. Poor woman can't do anything right. Granted, they have a point to a certain extent but they make the incident seem so tragic.

In case you didn't catch a blurb on it, here's the summation: Britney was in her L.A. home hanging out on her balcony talking on the phone and smoking a cigarette. Her 2 year old (I think he's the youngest) grabbed her cigarettes and lighter. She rushed to stop him like she should.

Horrible, non?

Stupid is what it is. No, she shouldn't be smoking around the child (that was the main argument the article had). Heck, she shouldn't be in general (but that's my view and some of you smoke and I love ya so we'll leave it at that). But she's trying to get her act together so if that is the worst thing that happens around the kids right now. . . . I have to wonder if the writer of the article smokes or ever has. Hell, I haven't and I say knock it off. Yeah, yeah, I know that they have to have someone to pick on but I thought we were past the Britney phase. Apparently we never will be. And they wonder why she went nutso. Sheesh

AOL should have headlined something else.

Flying With Carry Ons

I just read an awesome article while I was eating lunch. Well, it's more of a flight attendant's rant than an article but it was still very informative and interesting:

Flight Attendant Pet Peeve

I skipped over some of the description of the hypothetical passenger's trip to the airport but it was amusing. I have to say that I can see the woman's point. Heck, back in October (the last time I flew), I saw too many people bringing on big bags. I can only imagine how bad it is now with the new price guidelines for luggage.

Michael and I think that, while annoying, the luggage cost thing is fair. Yes, they pack people in as much as they can and, yes, there are other ways that the airlines can cut back in order to save money but what do you do with the one person who brings five bags to someone else's one? Of course, it all also depends upon how high they start jacking up the prices on tickets too. And they need to stop having the corporate mentality that multi-leg tickets should be cheaper than straight flights between major cities. I have never been able to figure that out. The only reason I can see is to show justification for flights between certain destinations. Oh, you have to love corporate logic. Sheesh

Anyway, I hope you like the flight attendant's blog entry (I think that's what that is). I did.

Urk

All of you people who have never suffered from procrastination and/or been a pack rat. . .you suck! lol The rest of you will feel my pain. (sigh) I've spent the past two weeks working on getting our spare bedroom dug out. Well, I've finished the first level of sorting, as Michael put it. Yes, we have levels. Why? Because I have too much stuff!

Ok, there are reasons for most of it. But then there's that 25% where I go. . .what was thinking when I moved last? Oh, that's right, I wasn't. Because I never think when I move. I never go through stuff. I just pile it all together and say, "I'll sort it out when I get to the new place and start fresh." Um, no. Cause at the new place I just ignore it. (sigh) You know, like a cat with its paw over its eyes, "If I don't see you you're not there?" That would be me.

Now, some of the stuff I've schlepped around over 4 moves in 13 years hasn't always been with me but it has accumulated. It's amazing how much stuff can pile up over the years.

Magazines: I had a gazillion subscriptions at one point (about 10 years ago) and threw out a good bit of them but still had far too many. They are now down to a few plastic crates (about 5 I think). This may sound like a lot and it probably is but when you figure that I threw out I don't know how many times that. . .well, it's not so bad. Mostly what I have left is fantasy stuff plus things that could be useful for academic ("Psychology Today") purposes.

Cards: My God, I have my own Hallmark store. I always joked that I kept them in business. Yup, I did. Do. Sheesh. Well, once I get them sorted, I will have a nice emergency stash. A good chunk of the cards are going to be donated to Michael's church because they are ones that I got, unsolicited, from charities at one point. That's what I get for donating when I can (I have 4/5 that I try to but haven't been able to for a long time). Then there are the cards and letters that people have sent/given to me. I have every one, I think. It may sound insane but it's hard for me to just toss a card, even a simple one. It's like tossing away a smile because that's what I do when I see the card. So, I keep them. Every one. I have since I was a child. I think it's because mom used to so I guess she started the idea but by my teens it became a habit. And I won't change that one even though it takes up space. Even the cards from people I no longer speak to (for whatever reason) because the memory is precious. Guess I should write for Hallmark too.

Stuffed Animals: aka Plushies Ok, this one I cannot be completely blamed for. I've had them my entire life and still have, in pretty good condition, the ones from my childhood. The ones that are my fault are the Beanie Babies. I admit that cause I was an adult when they came out. However, I didn't buy them solely because they were a collectible at the time, I bought them because of my love for stuffed cute toys. Yes, I know how old I am. I don't care. Live with it. lol

Collectibles: aka Dust Catchers lol Had to put that on there because that's what dad would have called them. Mom is partly to blame for this one because she would do series of items from time to time. That and buying me things to decorate my room. I also put under this category anything themed that anyone has ever given me. So, this is a big one because it's not what I've bought. My contribution to this category is maybe a third. Unless you count each bookmark separately in the stash and then, well, it jumps up. lol I looooove collecting bookmarks!

Paperwork: Good Lord! I have school stuff from back in high school! Not much. I so need to go through it cause this is taking up too much space. At least the plushies we could toss in the attic in sealed containers. I am not too upset with myself here because most of it will probably need to be saved "just in case" since it is a professional tool but still. Michael wasn't kidding when he said that the house would go up like a match. Sheesh.

Photographs: Way more than I thought I had but then, I've added to the stash over the years. That's gonna be a fun project when I have time. (laughs hysterically) ahem

Miscellaneous: Odds and ends of things that I will stash in a drawer to use at some point.

You know, it would make life simpler not to have all this stuff but I can't seem to get rid of it all just yet. I am getting better though. When I get frustrated enough. . .I toss it. Some things I may donate. Some I will give to friends to add to their piles of stuff. So, it all works out in the end. I hope.

I Give Up

Ok, so that whole high school like debacle that I wrote about last time came to a startling conclusion. My friend bolstered up some courage and then got turned down with a, "I will be busy for the foreseeable future." Ummm Ok, color me confused. Granted, it is a true statement and maybe the person being pursued just doesn't want to get into any relationship stuff right now (which was kind of said to me in the first place) but we were simply talking about hanging out, not marriage.

So, whatever. I give up on trying to figure people out on this. But I am very proud of my friend for giving it a shot. It's hard to set yourself up for the possibility of that kind of reaction. And it can be very draining. But kudos for trying!!

As for every singleton out there, if it can happen to me, it can happen for you. I mean, I thought I was going to be the eccentric old maiden aunt with the 52 cats and now I'm planning a wedding. It still seems surreal to me. I found a man who really does love me despite my faults -- nay, in some respects because of them since they are entertaining -- and is happy with me. And the really ironic part? Everything I'd ever done wrong in trying to pursue something with guys in the past was exactly what I had to do in order for him to buy the clue. I wasn't doing it wrong all those years, I was just doing the right thing with the wrong men. lol So, buck up. There is hope. And friends to smack you when you start to doubt. Hugs.

It's Not Complicated, It's Difficult

Man, it is always so much easier to give advice about love than it is to take it or act upon it. Why do we always complicate things to the nth degree even when we know better?

See, I have a friend who has been flirting with someone for a long time. I know the second person in a chatty sort of way. Now, the situation has been going on for a long time. My friend even got up the nerve to actually finagle a way around finding out if the other person was single. But the question that still needed answering was whether there was any interest.

I got bugged about chatting with the "love interest" in order to find out the answer. Felt a little silly but I wanted to help out. I had two choices since chat time was limited but outside events: 1) I could simply say hi and that my friend says hi too or 2) I could just come out and ask. Now, had I not known this person before, only option 1 would have been available. But since I do and time was limited, I went for it. Besides, any hinting I could have done would have let the cat out of the bag without ever answering the question. However, yes, there is an interest! And it wasn't feigned or anything. I happily told my friend that the pressure was off because we had an answer and no rejection was nigh.

So, what do you think happened?

Yup, my friend freaked. Now, I can understand a whole, "Oh my God I cannot believe you did that!" spiel. Yup, understandable. But it should help to know when another person has interest right?

Nope. I miscalculated how much communication anxiety my friend could actually get. I mean, I know nerves and have had them but today was major fear. I've been telling my friend all week that now is a good time to ask the interested party out. Nope. Michael thinks that the problem is that it's being done in too public an environment. That's probably partially it but I think phone would be too much to. (sigh) So now what? I don't know. I tried to help and made it worse and now I feel really bad about it. I mean, is there something I can do to fix this or do I just let my friend wallow in fear and misery? I am a little confused because they have known each other for a long time even though they have never been friends. I would have thought the familiarity would make things easier. But no. . .I want my friend to stop moping and take a chance. I thought it was time to but I guess I was wrong. But I wonder when the time will ever be right to pursue this dream? Any suggestions?

Updates

Well, it turns out that Chuck (my brother) is fine. Nothing wrong with his heart. So, he's been put on cholesterol medicine to lower it. Yeah, that could do it when coupled with stress. But at least we know.

As for my car debacle. . .turns out that someone on one of the next streets had his car spray painted too. The paint is the same but what was on his was totally different from mine. So. . .the only real connection is the paint because I don't know my "neighbor" and there doesn't appear to be any other connection. Still, the detective is professional enough to pursue the student angle if I want him to. Michael says yes but I dunno. I mean, it could be someone covering their butts or they vandal(s) made a mistake at first. . .too many variables. (sigh) Michael had said Sunday night that it looked like the spray can had run out of paint so I suspect the other guy got hit first but I don't know that.

Anyway, the rest of the week has been quiet. Well, except for my hyper bunny mode. Two days of massive energy rush. Of course, Michael has benefited from that so I guess it's all good. lol Gotta get some work done though. I just realized that not much has been accomplished this week. Where did it go? Then again, it was thrown off by the holiday and stuff so. . .guess I should have expected it. Will let you know if anything else exciting pops up. Hugs

Well, Last Night Was Interesting. . .

And no, not in the way any of you perverts were thinking. Sheesh

Seriously though. . .Michael, Jonathan and I went to see the new Indiana Jones movie (it was pretty decent). Jon had to work at the store so we met up afterwards. Well, Michael and I'd had a late lunch so we were hungry after the movie and stopped at Waffle House. The evening was going well until we pulled into our driveway about midnight. As Michael's headlights hit the back of my car we both noticed something odd and shiny. As we got closer, we realized that someone had vandalized my car.

Yup, someone decided that spray painting my car last night was a fun recreation. Across the back part of my trunk and passenger light and around the side was a bronze graffiti: BITCH. The passenger side also had streaks of paint across it. Looks like whoever did it focused on the word and ran out.

"Who?" You are asking yourselves. Good question. No idea. Well, not specifically but considering I just turned in my spring semester grades on the 11th and I had a few unhappy students (as usual). . .that is our best guess.

Yes, we called the police and I reported the incident. They took pictures but we'll see if anything comes of it. Michael actually managed to get the paint off without doing more than scratching the plastic over my lights. Go me and not forking out money like I used to to wash the car more regularly during pollen season because that and the fact that it was humid kept the paint from settling in. Oh, and go Easy Off oven cleaner!! Took Michael two hours to get it off but he was determined not to let it set in. (sigh) Stupid people. I'm annoyed and hurt by it more than angry. I won't speculate on here but will let you know if anything further comes of it.

So, a good weekend ended on an annoying note. But it picked up today because we had lunch with my friends, Ruthann and Roy, who are both in town. That was great cause they finally got to meet Michael. So, that made it better. Now I'll just chill a bit and relax. You can always email me with questions about the incident if you want to know what I'm thinking. But eventually it will pop up on here. Hugs.