HAPPY THANKSGIVING ALL YOU TURKEYS!!!!

Na Na, na na NA NA, hey hey hey, Good Bye!!!!!

KISS IT GOOD BYE!

Well, it's in God's hands now, as they say. I can now knock that one off my list! One Million, five hundred and forty three thousand, nine hundred and ninety nine more to go. Baby steps, Pam, just take baby steps. Someone remind me to breathe occasionally, because as things are going, I may just forget.

Case in point: Monday is gymnastics day. I do the usual ranting and raving to get the kids out the door and we arrive at the gym to find it rather desolate. I walk up to the door and it's dark. Hmmm, I copied all the closed days into my calendar ahead of time so I wouldn't show up on closed days like last year but here I am. Well, I had to go to the bank anyway, so we're off. Sometime around dinner I get to thinking (yes, this process starts very late in the day for me) and I start wondering about the gym being closed and very slowly I start to realize that I WAS THERE A FULL HOUR EARLY!!!!! I tell this to Bananas, who very matter of factly states, Duh, the clock said 2:26 when we left. (It should have said 3:26 since the class starts at 3:50) God help me, is this how Alzheimers starts?

Inheriting the crapola

Poor Bananas. Of all the things to inherit from me, she received the lack of space in her mouth. Now she gets to have special contraptions made to move her tooth over. At least it will be in the back of her mouth. She won't have great big head gear for everyone to make fun of. Thank God she's adorable!

Did I Call it or What?

And what time did the response to my e-mail come?

4:33

It's a good thing I have until December 1st!!!!!!!

THIS IS ME SCREAMING!!!!!

Is it just me or do those people who don't shut up long enough to actually hear what you're saying piss you off?!?! I get an e-mail address for the person to contact regarding readmission. I send her a desperate e-mail because I'm under the impression that today is the deadline. I have not heard from her yet. So I call Academic Services back to see if I can get a phone number for a real live living, breathing, speaking person and they don't understand why I can't wait for this person to respond. Now everything I found on the Rutgers website says Nov. 15, deadline. Right? So if Miss Erica doesn't e-mail me back until 4:30, doesn't that seem like it might be a problem? Now why does the wench on the other line shut her mouth for more than 5 seconds to hear why I'm in a bit of a rush? OK, fine, I now understand that I have until December 1st but everything else says differently and everything also says to reapply with the school you previousely attended which doesn't exist when you try to link to it. So again I ask you, "IS IT JUST ME?!?!?"

PRINCESS OF PROCRASTINATION

Yup, that's my title. I am a pro and should probably have dedicated this blog to that purpose. If you think you deserve my title more than I do, I welcome your story, but i doubt you will dethrone me.

Anyway, I've been trying to figure out the whole readmission process at Rutgers and since they no longer have separate colleges, aka Douglass, Cook . . . and the website hasn't caught up and I can't seem to find THE person to speak to, I am caught in a readmission nightmare. The website says to reapply at the college I previousely attended but that college no longer exists. I am now waiting for "Erica" to respond to my very desperate e-mail. The Academic Services person says this is the person to contact but she only has an e-mail. Have I ever mentioned that I HATE WAITING!!!! Seems odd when you label yourself a procrastinator since essentially you're WAITING to get something done but AHHH, this is waiting for someone ELSE to get something done. Much different!

And so I wait.

Stuck in Go

We are experiencing technical difficulties please stand by. . . . .

That pretty much sums up my brain right now. I'm having a few of those days where the list seems never ending and my get up and go has got up and left. Thanks 1970's Saturday morning TV for coining that phrase. Maybe cheese is the answer. It was right in front of me the whole time and I missed it. I definitely could use a break from hearing "Mom" every 5 seconds and the whining and crying and bickering and fighting and complaining. AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! How are you supposed to think straight with that blasting in your head?

So, the Holiday Open House went well. Everyone seems to have had a nice night out and left with some really cool purchases. The expandable trivet seems to have been the hot item. And who could blame anyone. It expands or shrinks to fit most any dish and looks beautiful on your table too. And congratulations to Jeanette for winning the door prize. An adorable little tote and the most awesome travel mug ever. And congratulations to my neighbor, Kathy, for winning the hostess benefit.

I once again apologize for the lack of posts and excitement. I'd just rather roll into a ball and stare at the wall right now. I bet a weekend at the Longaberger Homestead would do me some good. Don't you think?