Things are looking good on the house-buying process!

We have our credit counseling class tonight and FRIDAY is the BIG day.

Here is to hoping that I’ll be sleeping in a new house this weekend.

Good lord, lady, I get that you love photography and that is the whole point that you are in this class, but really, you don’t have to play instructor 24/7. I still cannot believe that our teacher had you play professor and “teach” us all about Camera RAW. Pretty much, you played with your pictures and messed with scrollbars on the overhead projector. Big deal. In our book there is an entire section explaining how to use RAW. By a qualified Photoshop Specialist.

What is upsetting is that I like you, but I really don’t like how elitist you were acting. I mean, you do good work. Congratulations. But you are NOT a teacher. If you’d like to be one, feel free to transfer to a different class, get a degree, and then come back and teach us.

While your pictures are good, I’m going to have to work even harder to make mine twice as amazing as yours. Because in my head this is SO a competition. Watch out, sweetheart, because I’m ace when it comes to nature photography. Your rose pictures don’t even compare. Especially not once I’ve read the book on RAW and foxified them.

Sincerely,
the girl whose photos will dominate your soul

PS – Thanks for letting me borrow a dollar to get chocolate. But really, the race is on.

I slept like a log last night. And it was good. Otherwise, all is boring today. Very, very, uneventful and boring.

For lunch, we had pizza and I kind of wish I hadn’t had any. It was only marginally good. Bleh.

I’m counting down the minutes until five so I can get out of here. I want to go home. And sleep until it gets warm outside. Then, I want to go play on the swings some more. And take the fam to the park because we now own colored sidewalk chalk. I see awesome graffiti in our future.

In other news, one of my old friends saw a picture of my new haircut and informed me that I have the “Mom” haircut. I’m not sure how I feel about that. But whatevs. Because maybe they know something that the rest of us don’t. Like how quick it dries and how Jasbaz no longer tries to pull herself up using my hair. That is worth it right there. But she told me if I turn into one of those soccer moms, she’s whisking me away to Hawaii to save me. PLEASE, WHISK ME NOW!

You know, if I’d known today was going to be this boring, I would have just stayed in bed. It was damn comfy this morning.

I had the most frightening nightmare last night/this morning. And I have a hunch that it was because I was napping on the couch versus our bed which sits calmly underneath a dreamcatcher. And yet, I was in the living room because I had decided to sleep in and didn’t want the alarm to wake Jasbaz. She’s a lot easier to get ready when she’s half asleep.

Anyway, in the nightmare, I was in a building in some sort of town. There were bandits of some sort around, messing with people, so I hid upstairs in a building along with someone else. I cannot remember much about them. Just that we were both upstairs with Jasbaz playing quietly nearby. Anyway, the other person was watching Jasbaz while I was doing something. I could still see her but I was a few feet away. The person ended up walking away without me noticing and Jasbaz caught my eye as she was heading down the steps.

She walked down the first and second step as I lunged for her. My hand touched her dress but she had already started to fall down the stairs. I tore down them and picked her up from where she had fell, then slid into random debris.

She had the calmest look on her face and then started to have a seizure. I hugged her to me as tight as I could, rubbing her back and whispering in her ear that it would all be alright. Then I woke up hugging my pillow and shaking.

It really, really messed with me this morning because of the look on her eyes right before she had the seizure in the dream. It was filled with pain and confusion and mistrust, like why did I let her fall down the stairs? Why didn’t I catch her like I was trying to? It was really heartbreaking.

She got the biggest and longest hug this morning as I was getting her ready. She seemed rather confused by it too and patted my back for encouragement. Which was exactly what I had needed.

I guess you could say I was mildly inspired by Christine’s reminiscing about puddles and playtime today because instead of going home and getting dinner like normal, I drove to KFC, got my meal to go, and headed to a playground. Longest runon sentence ever. Currently.

I hurridly finished my food in the car and headed for the swingset.

Today was the day for swingsets, let me tell you. There was a nice breeze in the air and for once there wasn’t the undercurrent of frost and cold seeping into ones bones. The sun was shining and the reflection on the river danced merrily in the distance. It was just a really pretty afternoon and I only had about fifteen minutes to enjoy it seeing as how I had to go to class (where I am now).

But enjoy it I did. I hopped on a swing and took off into the air, pumping my legs the whole way. Twas very refreshing and brought me back to the days of intermediate school where we used to have competitions on the playground to see who could jump off the farthest. I never won, being a tiny tot myself, but man could I launch through the air, arms flailing, legs kicking, in an attempt to get farther than the rest of my classmates.

When we weren’t having swingset championship launching competitions, we would play this game we called Jurassic Park (since it was THE movie back then) where there was one Tyrannasaurus Rex and the rest of us were prey. Sometimes, we’d have raptors too, if we were feeling fiesty. Anyway, the goal of the game was not to get eaten (tagged) by the TRex.

The safeties were the playground equipment surrounded by sand islands. You had to be out of reach of the TRex. But, the TRex couldn’t see you if you stood perfectly still. Of course, that is where the raptors came in. They could see you no matter what, but they couldn’t get on the sand islands. Also, to keep things fun, you couldn’t stay on safety for very long or else we’d all get mad at you and make you the TRex.

Man, that game was such a hit. I think I was in fourth grade at the time? All I know is that we played that game without fail if the swings were already taken when we got out for recess. Heh.

Anyway, all of this was bubbling up in my head while I was swinging until I realized that there was a problem. I have… hips now. And they do not like being squeezed by the seat. And after about two minutes of realization, I had to get off because OW MY HIPS WERE NOT HAPPY THAT THEY WERE BEING PUSHED TOGETHER. But still, it was nice.