Last night was actually really fun….we bought a painting! and I took pictures of our friend’s exhibit, and we mingled and TH looked VERY hot in his suit.
Then, we didn’t feel like going home yet, so we went to M’s, where I used to sing, in the Valley, and there was a brother and sister duo there singing. And they were FABULOUS. The sister was a funny-looking, very chubby, totally shy chick, and yet she belted out Motown tunes WONDERFULLY.
The first SONG had TH and I on the dance floor, because BOY can you swing dance to Motown!
We haven’t got to dance for awhile, and it was WONDERFUL.
Even though I carefully drank only water and hot tea, I woke up at two in the morning with the return of the migraine.
It seems that I just HAVE to have it a certain number of days when I get my period, and if I take drugs, that just puts it off for twelve or so hours and then it comes back.
I tried to hold still and not be restless and wake TH but eventually he DID wake, and then nothing would do but for him to GET UP and go to the pharmacy and get my drugs.
As much as I hated for him to go out in the cold, I was almost in tears of gratitude and relief when he came back with them.
We had a nice day, after I got over it, going walking in the freezing partial sunshine, playing with the dogs, etc.
I of course also spent several hours doing math homework, and just now I have got done recording a “liner” for a radio station that is playing my music during a certain show.
I say “This is (Roux Roux’s Last Name), and you’re listening to Women of Substance Radio on Live. Three-Sixty-Five.”
It is not a huge deal, but it does make me feel good.
TH is cooking the rest of the steak, and I’m gonna go steam wild rice and make salad, so LATER!
Its been a long week….I got my period and a migraine to go with it, and my math homework once again took me three hours.
Today, we moved right along from the distributing stuff to angles, which I haven’t figured out yet but at least it is something that is conceivably useful.
And I got ONE HUNDRED PERCENT on my history test!
Going to an art show tonight - we are both exhausted and don’t want to, but it’s one of our friends, so we kind of have to, and I know we will have fun once we get there….
I am whupped already and its only one-thirty! I was up half the night with my tummy being furious - I really don’t know why. It is still all crampy and miserable today, too.
I spent about three and a half hours doing my math homework last night - it ticks me off to KNOW I am smart and can figure out all sorts of complex stuff, but as soon as you take the words out of it, I’m screwed.
Interestingly, when there are words involved (like Mr X is making this amount of payments at this interest rate, what percent of his payments are going toward his principal and if the rate were to go up to THIS, etc etc), I am usually the first person in the class to have the answer. But once the words (i.e. the logic and sense) are taken out of the problem, the numbers turn into some little puzzle.
The kind I would never be caught dead doing because they are such a freaking stupid waste of time.
I mean, if you do CROSSWORD puzzles or something, you are at least training yourself to have a bigger vocabulary and be able to spell properly.
Need I remind you that that is actually something that people NEED IN THEIR LIVES?
If you spend hours doing little puzzles with blank numbers, what are you learning that is helpful to anyone?
Uh-huh.
Anyhow, different subject. The piano teacher was here last night, and she is not used to driving in any kind of weather other than retarded 24/7 SoCal sunshine, so she was not successful in backing down the driveway.
In other words, she went sidewise into a snowbank, rather quickly, and was stuck there. TH tried valiantly to dig her out for almost two hours! and finally she got some more people to come help, and they were able to push it back up the driveway far enough to straighten out and get down right.
It was a long two hours, trying to be nice and make conversations. I made her tea and baked muffins and tried to keep the kids doing homework, etc, while stressing madly over MY homework, sitting there waiting for me to begin it.
And of course picking and shoveling ice for an hour and forty-five did a number on TH’s back, so he’s in pain today too.
But we did finally get the carpet in the piano room cleaned yesterday, where there was a horrible dog pee stain.
I truly don’t understand people who think that a dog will be eternally damaged in his/her little psyche if they have to sleep in the garage.
The stairs and landing in our garage have nice carpet on them, and it doesn’t get below forty-five or fifty in there, for panties’ sake!
But Michelynn starts hyperventilating at the very MENTION of the dogs being outside. I mean, you’d think it was her BOYFRIEND being asked to spend the night in the garage!
Which has crossed our minds, believe you me.
Hmm. I perceive that I am a bit cranky. It’s a combination of the math woes, the tummy woes, and the fact that my ex just sent me a bill for something I don’t owe.
That means, I can either pay it, or there will be a fight.
People here will either make remarks about people who fight with their exes, or will make remarks about taking the path of least resistance and not standing up for myself.
Either way, it bites.
Gonna go away and be cranky more quietly now….
My TH will be home almost any minute now!
I am SO READY. Gosh. I hate it when he’s gone.
Guess what else. (I sound like Junie B. Jones, and if you haven’t read the Junie B. Jones, get a small female friend or relative and read one with her. They are hysterically funny and addicting.)
Remember how I took that math test last Friday?
Yeah.
I got SIXTY-NINE PERCENT.
I have NEVER got such a bad grade, EVER, in ANY class.
Horrors. I almost cried, I was so horrified. And I really don’t know why, there are certain types of problems (hello, distributing) that don’t make any sense to me. Even when I get them right, which I normally do in the homework, I don’t know WHY.
I hate that about math. I like problems that make SENSE. Like, they are about money, or batting averages, or statistics of some kind, like how the percentage of joggers killed in Central Park has gone down from that year to this.
But just BLANK NUMBERS, that don’t help anyone or hurt anyone, they are just NOTHING…..I have a hard time understanding something that is so utterly pointless.
*sigh*
But I got 104% on my survey of art test (there was an extra credit question, which I aced, therefore four points over), which was MUCH harder than I thought it would be, but still, that’s words and pictures! so clearly, that has some connection to real life and can therefore be understood.
See, here’s what I don’t like. Even if I ever AM able to do certain types of math problems well and consistently ( which I WILL, because I do NOT get bad grades!), they will still mean nothing. Because they are just numbers. So I will just know them from memorizing the procedure.
I mean, I might as well go work in a factory, running a machine that puts a logo stamp on the bottom of a can.
Stamp, stamp, stamp. All day long. Somebody’s got to do it, right? but that is exactly the same as doing math problems with blank numbers that mean nothing.
Frustrated. I don’t want to waste hundreds of hours learning (at great personal cost) something so utterly pointless, and DONT EVEN TELL ME I AM GOING TO USE THIS:
2(7y - 146 x -4y) + 3 = 17
Yeah. No.
I would rather jump off a very tall cliff without any water at the bottom than have ANY JOB that required me to do that. I don’t care how much money it could earn me, either.
Yeah, I’m frustrated. Of course, I will figure out why I don’t get it, and I will make myself learn it, because I have to to get a good grade. But I’m angry that I have to waste my time like that.
I tried out the telephoto lens. I just don’t know quite enough about it yet, but I did have some interesting results….the drawings are “gestural sketches” I had to do for class, which means, I only had about forty-five seconds for each one.
I got beautiful new sheets.
Egyptian cotton with an astronomical thread count.
Hehehe, I had them in my cart at the store and I texted TH to say “Are you sure you don’t care what kind I get?”
And he texted back “well as long as they’re Egyptian cotton”.
*laughing* He’s such a girl, in the best possible way!!
I had nightmares last night, for the first time in ages.
It was not only because he’s gone, but also because down the hall Michelynn and her deadbeat boyfriend were fighting again….I didn’t know that till I woke up, but his angry voice made my subconscious think things.
What’s so amazing is that now, even when TH is not here, and I have bad dreams, I can shake them off within a few minutes! My OWN SELF is so strong and peaceful now…..remember how I would be sick and miserable for hours and HOURS after bad dreams???
Its odd that I am only getting a couple visitors a day now. It makes me feel sad.
So I did some research and found out that Phi Theta Kappa is basically a national honor society for grown-ups. They give scholarships, and write you a letter of recommendation to your university when you transfer.
Therefore, I think I will join.
I am about to go buy some new sheets. We desperately need some, and there is a home-stuff store that is going out of business near me, so I think I will just do it.
Sunny today.
Miss my baby.
I miss my baby!!!!!
Its a funny thing, I really like being by myself now. It doesn’t feel creepy and anxiety-making like it used to.
I think its because I am so content.
But it hurts to have TH gone! I was just gonna go to bed, but I hate to go to bed without his warm, snuggly self next to me!
But I do have some news…..I just got fomally invited into the Phi Theta Kappa thingy at college.
Seriously, I got this letter in the mail saying “based on your academic excellence and blah blah blah we are extending a formal invitation….”
I don’t really know anything about this group except that they do give pretty good scholarships, and they write a letter of recommendation for you when you transfer to a university.
Which I intend to do, if at all possible.
Anyway, if anyone has any insights into these sorts of groups, please let me know.
I know about fraternities and sororities, but this is male and female together, and they don’t live in a house or anything, they just have meetings and “intellectually stimulating” events of different kinds.
Which sounds fabulous, but like I said, I don’t know anything about them.
And for some reason, the whole thing makes me embarrassed.
But if I good get a scholarship to one of the universities…!
That would be good.
Well, TH is gone for the weekend.
He has to go south again to work on the Snooty House, and he THINKS he’s got the Jaguar running smoothly enough.
I really hope so, because it is scary to me to think of him flying through those mountain passes and something exploding or whatever.
Yikes.
We had a lovely day yesterday, I did all my homework and some laundry and we ran some errands together.
In the evening was little T’s district spelling bee, and she went down fourth from the top. She was very nice and calm, as she had to stand up there and wait till the end of the round, but as soon as she started walking back toward me her pretty little face started crumpling and she sobbed on my shoulder.
Poor baby. She was upset because she KNEW the word well, it wasn’t a terribly hard one (”association”), but she was so nervous that she said “a-s-s-o-s…” and then, she couldn’t go back and fix it. They won’t let you, you know.
This morning, TH took me out to breakfast quite early, because he had to get on the road, and I had to get to college (I’m in the meth lab right now!). We drank coffee and ate English muffins (which we both love) and talked about nothing.
He surprised me by saying “I really appreciate the fact that I’ve had to spend so many hours working on the Jaguar, and you’ve never complained about that.”
It took me by surprise because, in my previous relationship, if that had happened I probably WOULD have minded!
I tried to explain to him “ALL THE TIME, you put me first, and when you come home, or I come home, the first thing you want to do is come cuddle me and talk to me. You ALWAYS want me with you, I ALWAYS feel like I’m number one to you! So I don’t think I’d mind just about anything you wanted to do.”
I think the reason most women feel ditched (and therefore miffed) when their man spends ages working on his car is that there’s an underlying feeling that he just wants to be by himself and do his thing. He doesn’t WANT to hang out with her.
But TH makes it clear all the time, through his actions, that he wants to be with me. So I don’t feel threatened by his Jaguar(mistress) or most anything else.
Nice.
Going to class now…
Last night was wonderful - TH picked me up after my drawing class (which was so much fun!) and we went home and had shrimp in pasta, steamed with various vegetables.
It was good, but I probably wouldn’t buy the steamed-in-a-bag dinner again. Just not as flavorful as when I cook it fresh. Obviously.
Anyway, it was eight before we even had dinner, since my class is till seven! so we were tired, but we lay around watching TV for awhile and then went to bed.
Again, WOW.
There are just some things about marriage that I really never thought were possible before, and that’s all I’m gonna say. *smiling*
I was planning to experiment with my wide-angle lens today, I have had a certain picture in mind and yesterday in class I think I figured out how to do it!!!!
But its quite a dark, cloudy day, so I don’t think it will work in any case. I will try some shots anyway because I’m in the mood to, but DANG IT! I need some sunshine!!!
I am doing laundry and studying for three tests - history, survey of art and algebra are all having tests tomorrow. I really wish they wouldn’t all gang up on me in the same day, you know?
But I feel fairly confident, I have been paying attention and taking good notes and I did okay on the online math quiz, which SHOULD mean I do well on the written test.
We’ll see.
I think I am gonna go have lunch with my kids at the elementary school! that would be fun, and I want to encourage little T, because tonight is the district spelling bee, and her dad is taking her, not me.
TH is still trying desperately to get the Jaguar fixed so he can drive it tomorrow morning to southern Idaho….if he can’t, he will have to rent a car, and we really can’t afford that!
Gotta get back to studying…if I get any good pictures, I’ll show you. Oh, that reminds me!! I STILL haven’t got any drawings posted, have I??
Sorry, I’ll work on that.
Roux