Happy Birthday to Me. From Me.

Welp, it's my birthday.  I'm 30.  I don't feel like doing a Confession Friday, and since this is my blog, I'm not going to. But, I will show you this....

The *&#$% project is finally complete!  What's that?  You don't have teal patio furniture?  I feel so bad for you!  Here are more pictures, because it took me 100 years in 200 degree weather and 800 cans of spray paint to finish, so you're going to look at it...

Happy birthday to me.

Being Old

I worked really hard yesterday to get all of my homework done for today so I actually have a relaxing break for about 40 minutes between classes.  What does this mean for you?  You can fill your brain with more of my useless ramblings...

Today I'm going to tell you what is different about going to school when you're 30 (on Friday, give me birthday presents, don't forget) rather than when you're 18.
1. The thought of going to a study group for 6-8 hours on a Saturday is comical.  I will actually laugh in your face if you suggest it.  My Saturday is spent doing things in my "real" life.
2. People ask me things about cleaning.  I'm not even kidding.  Today this sweet girl asked me if I knew how to get this stain out of her jeans.  Why?  Because I'm old that automatically means I know how to get stains out??  I told her how.  Sad.
3.  I've managed to bully my classmates into doing the reading for me and just telling me what it says.  I'm not 100% sure how I did this, but it worked and I'm not doing any reading for one of my classes, and their report on the reading is due to me on Thursday by 6pm.
4. I never touch the glass when entering or exiting a door.  Do you know how hard it is to keep glass clean with 60,000 people putting their grubby hands all over it?!  Well I do (see #2).
5. I have to go to the bathroom like a million times a day.  I cannot physically sit through an hour and 45 minute class without getting up at least twice. 

That's all for now, there's much more but I have to go pee.  Again.

R + Donnie = Love

Step by step, ooh baby!  That's right, it was the New Kids On The Block last night!  R and I were soooo excited, the concert was even better than when I was ten years old, probably because there was beer and I didn't have to beg my mom for a tee shirt.  They put on a great performance; the 19,990 screaming middle aged women and 10 men really loved it. 

After the concert was over we met some friends from high school, J1 and J2, for drinks.  J1 drove because R and I couldn't remember where our car was (oops), but unlike the sweet red pony with no power steering that she rocked in high school, J1 has an SUV with a third row seat, so we were good to go.  As much as we wanted to find a dirty campus bar where we could order cheap drinks and dance with frat boys, it was Sunday so we went to Applebees.  Next best thing!  We had a great time catching up, drinking fruity drinks and talking about our kids.  It's amazing how it doesn't feel like that much time has passed when you see old friends, we'll have to do it again soon (minus Applebees plus frat boys).

I forgot to mention that The Backstreet Boys were there too, here's a quick rundown on them... Nick Carter (who I like to call Nick Cannon on occasion) is still a douche, that little fella Brian is still little as hell, Howie was there with his SON (way to make me feel old, Howie), and AJ was my favorite BSB (back street boy, for you lame-o's) even though he had to wear hats in every set because he's bald.  It happens.

Nick Yucky Carter

NOW, on to the important stuff!  NKOTB!
Joey... First of all, why is his last name spelled McIntyre?  That's dumb.  He was pretty good, but he kept making this really weird face like he was trying to be really sultry or something but really he just looked confused.  I wanted to remind him of who and where he was.  He can really belt out Please Don't Go Girl, though.  Damn.  Jordan... He was the same as 1989.  Exactly.the.same.  Same hair, same super high pitched voice that almost made me uncomfortable.  He wasn't my fav.  There's something about his face that was just... odd.  His jaw maybe?  I don't know.  Moving on.  Jonathan... That poor thing, bless his heart.  He didn't want to be there, they need to send him back to the real estate company where he was working and leave him alone.  He was so shy, the camera was never directly on him and I don't even think he had a microphone.  Even when they introduced him by name they didn't put him on the big screen.  Bless his little heart.  Danny... Was he in prison?  No?  He looks like a criminal... and  not in a good way.  Donnie freaking Wahlberg.... Oh my gosh.  There are no words.  I thought R was going to rush the stage (and we were on the second level), I had to hold her back.  I find it unsettling that he has an 18 year old son, but I'm willing to look past it.  Donnie, say hi to your brother Mark for me!!

So that was the night.  I got ZERO pictures because I forgot my camera (booo), but I was too busy screaming like a little girl to take pictures anyway.  We had a lot of fun, it was the perfect way to say goodbye to my 20's and hello to my 30's (my official birthday is Friday for anyone who wants to throw money and presents at my face).  Thanks to mom and dad for the tickets, R and I loved them! 

Friday Confessional

It's Friday = confessional day = I'm on time for once!  I actually have been compiling this post for the last few days.  Warning, it's not for the faint of heart.  If you are offended by swear words, please look away now!
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I Confess: When I type a swear into my iphone while texting, I really do mean to swear.  I do not mean "oh shut".  I mean oh shit.  I do not mean "what the he'll".  I mean what the hell.  Enough is enough, iphone.  You can try and try and try, you will not make me a better person.  I will delete your correction and re-type my swear.  Every. Time.

I Confess: I follow this girls blog, M.O.D.G.  You have to say it like modge, not say the letters, that's dumb.  Anyway, she's hilarious.  She's my inspiration for doing paint art on my blog, like my questionable men hula hoop picture and my fit of rage molotov cocktail picture.  Anyway, M.O.D.G. opened an online store!  Her clothing items are extremely inappropriate, and I must have them.  Specifically the white tee shirt with "ass" embroidered on the front.  I just want to see people look twice, like...wait...what does that say?

I Confess: In other inappropriate news, my bloggy friend Amy showed me this little beauty of a website yesterday.  I'm dying!!  Really, by now you would think that I'm a really terrible person, and I swear I'm not, I just have the maturity of a 16 year old boy.  I want the one that says "shut your whore mouth".  Hilarious.  I wouldn't actually put it up on the wall because my kids can read, but I might give it as a gift to someone that doesn't have impressionable eyes judging watching everything they do.  Yes, C, I realise I didn't move the laundry basket when I vacuumed the rug.  Thanks for reminding me, though.

I Confess: I don't move stuff when I vacuum.  I wait until it moves on it's own. It always does.

And just for good measure, a really nice picture of my family...

China and the Timmy's

Hey blog, what's happening.  (I typed that in an Office Space voice)

Sorry I've been neglecting you lately.  I'll try harder.  So here's what's up... D got a promotion (holla!) and he absolutely loves it.  I'm super proud of him because it's a pretty prestigious thing and he worked really hard for it and it's pretty much his dream job.   And I'm not going to tell you what it is.  Because I can't.  Boo.

There are many up-sides to his job, including:
1. He loves it
2. He's meeting amazing people and going to amazing places
3. I got a part time nanny for the kids (known from here on out as R) for when I'm in school.  Turns out major universities frown on bringing your children to class.  Whatev.

The down sides:
1. I'm super jealous of his traveling and meeting cool people
2. He travels all.the.time.  He was home today for a few hours and it was the first time I had seen him since Saturday.  He won't be back till late Friday night.  It's an adjustment for all of us.

Now that the big news is out of the way, let's move on to me.  I had a midterm last week (philosophy... logic and probabilities, yuck) and one today (theories of international relations, counter intelligence, etc.), a paper on China due by 5:00 Friday that I haven't started on yet, and a midterm next Wednesday on everything China.

This pretty much sums up what the next week will look like for me.  Scary.

So, I've been busy. I'm still not finished with my patio set.  As much as I love looking out at my deck and seeing the table, it would be nicer if I had the chairs finished and could sit on it.  Clearly that's asking way too much.  Our air conditioner is being a jerk and keeps being warm air instead of cold, like that's some kind of a funny joke.  Let me assure you that it's not funny, especially when it's 100 degrees outside.  At midnight.  Not funny.

That's all for now.  Writing China paper time.  I'll try to be better at the bloggy thing this week. 

OHMYGODIALMOSTFORGOT!!!  My girl R (not nanny R, bestie R) and I are going to NKOTBSB this weekend!  Ahhhhhhhh!!!!  I love you Jordan Knight!  D thinks all of their names are Timmy.  He's so lame.  My mother in law made a really good point, though, that by combining their names into NKOTBSB it actually reads "New Kids On The Back Street Boys".  Eeew.  I'm hoping it's not like that.  We might dress in 80's stuff, haven't decided yet.  Pictures for sure next week!