This past weekend I spent sixteen hours on my statistics class homework. Please understand that I'm not a complete moron. A mathematical cripple (that wanted to buy a vowel in algebra class)? Yes. But, a moron? No. The reason it took sixteen hours is because there were twenty seven chapters to cover that included exercises. For my final project, I have to analyze drug abuse among teenagers and give a full report including charts, graphs and formulas as if I were a consultant of some sort. I also have to find the actual research. Pick the four letter word of your choice and put it here.
I have six weeks left to go in this class. God help me.
I did get to knit on Einstein for my remainder of waking hours on Sunday. Thank goodness, because it was a welcomed slice of sanity.
I've also been feeling quite a bit better since being on medication for Grave's disease (hyperthyroidism). I don't know if you've noticed, but there aren't many pictures of me on the blog recently and it's because I thought I really haven't looked like myself in recent months and maybe even in the last year or so. I've often looked in the mirror and thought, "WTF?, Over.." I certainly haven't felt like myself either. When I saw my Endocrinologist last week, I was feeling better than I had in probably a couple of years (yikes). I may have even been on the verge of being sassy. So, when Dr. Thyroid told me that Iwould feel even BETTER in about four weeks, I said, "I can't even f**king imagine!" (slipped out, you know? sassiness and all). I think I am better able to survive my brutal schedule because I am finally feeling better. A couple of months ago, before I knew I was hyperthyroid, I would try to exercise on my Nordic Trak, and I couldn't stay on it for even five seconds. Now I'm working out for forty minutes to an hour per day. What a difference a pill makes! hee.
I've also been waiting to make a little announcement. I'm going to be an Auntie!! Yep. I had to wait until my sister made the news "official" to the rest of the family before I put it on the blogosphere. I'm so excited! I still remember when my sister (the mom to be) laughed for the first time. I was being a fabulous older sister and I was bonking her in the face (gently of course) with a balloon! Her laughter was so genuine and contagious that my mom and I couldn't stop laughing, Iwill never forget it.
Pookie (my sister) has always been able to make me laugh. She wasn't always trying to, either. One day, when she was not quite walking, she was very quiet and I noticed that she had a little piece of red yarn sticking out of her nose. So, I of course tried to pull it out. The little piece of red yarn just kept getting longer and longer as I was pulling it out of her little nose. She was shuddering and I was gagging. But I still couldn't help laughing. She must have been really busy stuffing that little piece of yarn up her nose. It was probably a foot long. (gagging a little just thinking about it).
Then, there was Pookie, the lipstick and the dog. The dog was about eye level to Pookie at the time and Pookie had scored mom's lipstick somehow. Well, the dog's asshole was at eye level for her, too, because the dog ended up with a lipstick-covered-asshole and Pookie chased him around saying "Pretty,... pretty". I guess, to her credit, it looked like lips, kinda. Good times.
Congratulations Pookie! You'll be a great mama!
And, you're the best sister, evah!!