Pie Crust Promises

I promised myself this summer!!! This summer-work and everything would not swallow me alive and I would update my blog…Well we all know how that turned out, but here I am again, because when you fail there’s only one thing to do…BLOG! Okay, the summer went by radically fast, each day when I didn’t have a class flying by with no regard for how much I was appreciating it. We moved to our new place which is a lovely town home that hopefully soon I can post pictures of here. We are fine. Grant’s parents came for a great visit and I miss them so much. Then I went to New York!
OMG NEW YORK! It so…was not what I expected. When I came to Boston I was expecting a loud crowded stinking kind of place that was old with a lot of history, but I assumed it would be a place I said, oh it was nice, but I wouldn’t want to live there. Then Boston and I fell in love and have lived happily ever after, so when I was getting ready to go to New York I assumed, well, I bet I’ll love it-after all I love Boston. New York was everything I expected Boston to be oh so long ago before-It was loud and crowded and OMG the smell, New York City stinks to high heaven. I know every city has garbage trucks, but my lands, why is it in NYC you can always smell them. Okay, so I learned a lot in my class there and I definitely got to see a lot, but yeah…It’s a nice place to visit, but I’d never live there. The class there was rigorous, starting every day early and lasting all day, then we had homework at night, so needless to say the sight seeing was almost non existent. I came back in August to work, which I had missed so much! And Grant!! It honestly seemed like the last month flew by just as quickly as the first half of the summer. Goodness did I say Becky came down in May? It was right before we moved and her visit was splendid there are a mother load of pictures posted on face book and if you’re reading this and you don’t have face book, well, then just trust me when I say the pictures were great and it was wonderful seeing Becky!
So now I’m starting back to school, last week actually, back to hours in front of my computer every night and hours doing homework on the weekends. It’s hard, but I’m still in that honeymoon beginnings of the semester, when I still think I’ll keep all my pie crust promises about keeping up with readings and homework and such. I have so much to tell everyone who reads here, but I’m just typing furiously on a break at work so it will have to wait. Don’t worry, ha, I promise, I’ll update soon. Thank you to all of you who have emailed or called me and given me encouragement and support over the last couple of months. You know who you are, and I really appreciate it all.

INEXPLICABLY!

The word for the day is inexplicably! This morning I was inexplicably woken up every fifteen minutes by a student coughing in the next room. (Was supervising in the dorm). I somewhat uninexplicably feel like Hell and am supervising again tonight. Grant’s parents are coming to stay with us for two weeks starting on Thursday, YAY!!! I can’t wait. Maybe there will be someone to live in my house and stuff. Since we moved into our new apartment on June 4th, I don’t think I’ve spent two consecutive nights there. The season actually started for the beep baseball team I’m playing on and so we have traveled to Chicago and New York over the last two weekends, and on top of that I’ve been working in the dorm. So, that “relaxing” month of June I planned because I’m out of school. Yeah right! Inexplicably, it’s so totally not happening.

I'm alive!

Whahaha, I’m horrible at updating this blog! But! I’m doing better than I was last fall with it, so yay me!—baby steps—We are all fabulous, oh, except Elwood, because he ate something, and had to have a big surgery(the third of its kind), then he ate something else and almost had to have surgery again and there was some major drama with us maybe having to pay a million trillion dollars to these mean vet people or they wouldn’t see him that Guide dogs usually pays-but it was the middle of the night and there was no one to give the mean vet people money-and I cried, but J it all got worked out and Elwood is doing better. The mean vet people got their money and he’s recovering slowly, although, he’s nine years old, he cant have too many more major surgeries!! Then we were going to move to a new apartment, but the part of the million trillion dollars we did pay left us pretty much broke and so we’re moving, but only to a new apartment in our complex, one with a washer and dryer included. Be cause to move within our complex doesn’t require first and last months down payments and blab la bla and it just requires us to move. So doing that next month…lessee what else? Oh, I’m going to New York City for 3 weeks in July all by myself. To do the practicum part of my online class. I never thought I’d be doing that, my lifestyle is so flashy and posh! Except I’m staying in a college dorm and not in that five star hotel that I know you all were expecting me to stay in!

a pathetic update...

I am alive, I went and turned 26 last week. Other than that I've! been! doing! alot! of! homework!!! And also going to work, you know? same old, same old. I will tell more soon. Miss you all so much.

The good but unwilling Samaritan

So I’m doing better! I’m coping with the fact I hate school, I’m coping with the fact that I’m burnt out! All is okay, Grant got transferred to a different office, because, they desperately needed him somewhere else, so now he travels about 3 hours a day, and is at work about 9, so yeah, we happen to miss each other a lot, but we’ll be ok!

So the other day I get on the bus and sit down, I have my cane, because well I take it everywhere and it tells people I don’t se that well, and in this case it told someone I was a good person too. This woman gets on the bus and is obviously struggling with a lot of bags and her bus pass, pocketbook etcetera. She sits down in the open seat next to me and says, oh, can you hold this? And she puts her wallet in my hand-Does this strike anyone else as odd? Do perfect strangers ask you to hold their wallets? I guess having a disability makes me immune to being untrustworthy. News to me! Or maybe she just figured the bus was moving and if I tried to bolt she could catch me. O_O give this a read too.


If you fear Friday the 13th, then batten down the hatches. This week's unlucky day is the first of three this year.
The next Friday the 13th comes in March, followed by Nov. 13. Such a triple whammy comes around only every 11 years, said Thomas Fernsler, a math specialist at the University of Delaware who has studied the number 13 for more than 20 years.
By the numbers
Here are 13 more facts about the infamous day, courtesy of Fernsler and some of our own research:
1. The British Navy built a ship named Friday the 13th. On its maiden voyage, the vessel left dock on a Friday the 13th, and was never heard from again.
2. The ill-fated Apollo 13 launched at 13:13 CST on Apr. 11, 1970. The sum of the date's digits (4-11-70) is 13 (as in 4+1+1+7+0 = 13). And the explosion that crippled the spacecraft occurred on April 13 (not a Friday). The crew did make it back to Earth safely, however.
3. Many hospitals have no room 13, while some tall buildings skip the 13th floor.
4. Fear of Friday the 13th - one of the most popular myths in science - is called paraskavedekatriaphobia as well as friggatriskaidekaphobia. Triskaidekaphobia is fear of the number 13.
5. Quarterback Dan Marino wore No. 13 throughout his career with the Miami Dolphins. Despite being a superb quarterback (some call him one of the best ever), he got to the Super Bowl just once, in 1985, and was trounced 38-16 by the San Francisco 49ers and Joe Montana (who wore No. 16 and won all four Super Bowls he played in).
6. Butch Cassidy, notorious American train and bank robber, was born on Friday, April 13, 1866.
7. Fidel Castro was born on Friday, Aug. 13, 1926.
8. President Franklin D. Roosevelt would not travel on the 13th day of any month and would never host 13 guests at a meal. Napoleon and Herbert Hoover were also triskaidekaphobic, with an abnormal fear of the number 13.
9. Superstitious diners in Paris can hire a quatorzieme, or professional 14th guest.
10. Mark Twain once was the 13th guest at a dinner party. A friend warned him not to go. "It was bad luck," Twain later told the friend. "They only had food for 12."
11. Woodrow Wilson considered 13 his lucky number, though his experience didn't support such faith. He arrived in Normandy, France on Friday, Dec. 13, 1918, for peace talks, only to return with a treaty he couldn't get Congress to sign. (The ship's crew wanted to dock the next day due to superstitions, Fernsler said.) He toured the United States to rally support for the treaty, and while traveling, suffered a near-fatal stroke.
12. The number 13 suffers from its position after 12, according to numerologists who consider the latter to be a complete number - 12 months in a year, 12 signs of the zodiac, 12 gods of Olympus, 12 labors of Hercules, 12 tribes of Israel, 12 apostles of Jesus, 12 days of Christmas and 12 eggs in a dozen.
13. The seals on the back of a dollar bill include 13 steps on the pyramid, 13 stars above the eagle's head, 13 war arrows in the eagle's claw and 13 leaves on the olive branch. So far there's been no evidence tying these long-ago design decisions to the present economic situation.
Meanwhile the belief that numbers

BLEH!

So bleh, that pretty much sums it up. Thank you for reading! No, I started school Tuesday night and although I tried to trick myself into thinking this semester was going to be easier because…because…well I don’t remember why I said that, but-its not going to be. I’m still going to be spending every week night and probably half the weekend glued to my computer doing work, not to mention teaching all day. It’s just, well I just don’t love it, and I don’t even like it. I hate school and am BURNT OUT! But I’m doing it anyway; I want my degree more than I want my sanity for the next two years. I want it so bad; it will open a lot of doors for Grant and me in the future. I will stick with it, and in December of 2010 when I go to New York City and graduate-I will have the biggest and best graduation party ever.

Big houses and walks along ice cliffs

Things are good, weather is cold! I feel like my next line should rhyme, but yeah, not going to happen. We are hanging in there; my work has actually been quite eventful lately and been working hard that is not necessarily a good thing. I start class Monday, lets hope this semester goes a little more smoothly than the last, IE, I don’t have to get so close to the failing line. Failing, let me point out one more time, is anything less than a B! Anyway, pictures from Smith’s visit up here when we went to New Port and saw some pretty cool houses, we also went on the “cliff walk” in the freezing weather and wind. Don’t even get me started on the treacherous parts of the cliff. They were like extra treacherous with cheese with ice and snow on them!