A new low.

Today I got up early to start a paper five hours before it was due. I'm pretty sure I put the 'pro' in procrastination (and I totally stole that from this morning's comics). It's a good thing I only have three quarters left of classes because I'm kind of over this whole school thing. That's not true. I'm just over the whole papers, tests, and homework thing. Bleh.

A Sad Realization

Momma was right about something: coffee DOES taste better when someone else makes it. And while that idea is shoddy support for having one's ten-year-old daughter make the coffee every day, it does serve to help one understand my latte a day habit. Which is really starting to impact the old pocketbook.

Common sense suggests that a simple solution would be to just buy cheaper coffee. But common sense, well, we've just really never seen eye to eye. For example, explain why I feel more guilty buying a $1.75 cup of joe compared to a $3 one. Easy: the cheaper coffee taste a lot like my own French press; the expensive one is a creation that far exceeds my homemade capacities. Thus, why would I spend even a little bit on something I can make myself? My tall carmel latte, on the other hand, is a treat. And I'm very good at finding reasons to treat myself these days. Here are the actual reasons by which I justified such frivolous purchases this week:

- Three WAIS tape viewings in a row? I totally deserve some caffeine.

- Being nurse, then student, then chauffeur, then wife, then TA, then student again in a matter of hours? Bring on the nectar of the gods!

- Attending my New Testament 2 class and actually paying some attention to the questions the idiots in my class asked? Gold star and a nice pick-me-up, thank you very much.

- Did you SEE that awesome parking job?! A two-point parallel masterpiece, it was. Let's celebrate at Coffee By The Books!

This last one was when it hit me that things may be getting out of hand. And I realized my TA paycheck is only serving to support my latte habit. That's depressing...on a number of levels.

Almost Accidental Carjacking

Dear Sir,
Please accept my apologies for scaring the bejesus out of you when I mistook you for my husband. See, I had just finished therapy after a long ten-hour day, and if you know anything about this therapy business, you know I was a bit discombobulated. So, when I saw your Pilot out of the corner of my eye while walking home tonight, I thought, "Surely that's not Ben - he couldn't have finished laundry that quick!" But then I heard you honk and thought I had underestimated my husband's ability to speed launder. Now I realize that honk was a "Please move out of my driveway" honk, not a "Hey, it's me - get in" honk that I mistook it for. So, really, you can hardly blame me when I walked around to the passenger side door and tried to open it. Now, you might have reason to blame when I tried to open the door a second time, after you had locked it and moved the car forward a few feet. But you can just blame my husband for that one, too - he's always pulling that crap on me. Anyway, I hope you noticed that I at least had the decency to blush when I realized you were, indeed, not my husband, and how quickly I backed away from the car after that.
In closing, I hope you agree that all's well that ends well and hold no offense.
Sincerely,
Robin Blair
PS If you stop honking at strangers you might be able to avoid this situation in the future.

I'm officially That Girl.

The one who dresses up her animals. This is Mia's Halloween costume - can't you just FEEL her excitement?!

Ben found a camera on the side of the street a few weeks ago and when no one responded to the sign we posted, we decided it was a gift from God and have been having fun with it ever since. It's amazing - quick like lightening! And it's a Cannon Elph, so I'm still loyal to my brand. Ben has claimed it since the Rebel is mine, but...we'll see who ends up taking more pictures with it. Here's what we took while playing with it tonight. Ben got tired of playing way before I did.

























Smoochable Dexter & Ladybug Mia




Bad-Mood Husband