Hey, I've finally discovered the secret to having a Sunday that is an actual day of rest (except not really still) instead of a pre-Monday filled with test grading and lecture preparation: staying up until 3am on a Saturday night to do your work instead! Yay!
No, not really "yay" but we had an enjoyable Saturday nonetheless. Schmoobs invited several of his marching band/drum corps nerd friends over for food and adult beverages, so we spent our first seven conscious hours racing about town running errands and racing about our condo getting our place clean, fresh and presentable. Nothing says "you're getting old" than having your heart go pitter-patter when Schmooblebuns purchases a new steam mop and then getting to use said steam mop on your kitchen and dining room floors. Here's the running commentary as I was using it:
"All right. Let's check this baby out."
"Ooh! I think it's working!"
"Oooh! I see the steam!"
"Wow, look at how fast this thing works."
"Hey hon, this thing obliterated BB's petrified turd smear in a flash!" (not kidding)
And lest we start feeling TOO much like a couple of old senior citizens, in lieu of filling our empty dining room space with something sensical and functional like, say, a dining room table, we just purchased a giant $5 plastic bucket at Target and filled it with ice and booze as the centerpiece of our dining room instead.
I fixed a giant batch of my super awesome homemade guacamole (huge hit), some baked salmon (gigantor hit) and a mixed greens, apples, walnuts and goat cheese in balsamic vinaigrette salad (big hit except for one person). Hey, speaking of the salmon, apparently the girlfriend of one of Scott's friends, Lisa, loved it - and, as it turns out, that was her first time eating fish. Like, EVER. I'm not sure who was more surprised: Lisa, after realizing that fish actually was delicious; or me, for actually meeting a human being who had somehow gone through the first twenty-five years of life without ever eating seafood once. Anyway, good times were had by all and BB unsurprisingly whored herself out to every new human that walked into our home.
Like the burgeoning old people that we all are (and tired, overworked music educators), everyone went home before midnight. And then I proceeded to take out my notes and laptop and work on getting my lecture material for the week prepared for three hours. Yeesh.
Totally unrelated: Do you remember how I premensied for a million days last month? As to be expected, my body decided to pull a 180 this time around and I started noticably PMS-ing just this morning. As we were driving BB to her bi-monthly salon appointment, I informed (warned) Schmoobs that I was suddenly feeling exceedingly hormonal, but that it shouldn't last very long. "So, I'm probably going to be mean to you for the next ten minutes, okay?" And then I proceeded to forcefully use my hand to cover his mouth when he decided to start saying words when I didn't want him to speak. Hahaha. Sorry, Schmoolinbops. Then at lunchtime, I got my Monthly Confirmation That I Am Indeed Without Child and now I am fine again. *sigh* Woman bodies are so weird.
Four more weeks of classes before finals week and then the end of the semester! Woot!
Woot for summer!
And woot for arts education and adjunct budget cuts and possible unemployment!! (Blagh!)
No, not really "yay" but we had an enjoyable Saturday nonetheless. Schmoobs invited several of his marching band/drum corps nerd friends over for food and adult beverages, so we spent our first seven conscious hours racing about town running errands and racing about our condo getting our place clean, fresh and presentable. Nothing says "you're getting old" than having your heart go pitter-patter when Schmooblebuns purchases a new steam mop and then getting to use said steam mop on your kitchen and dining room floors. Here's the running commentary as I was using it:
"All right. Let's check this baby out."
"Ooh! I think it's working!"
"Oooh! I see the steam!"
"Wow, look at how fast this thing works."
"Hey hon, this thing obliterated BB's petrified turd smear in a flash!" (not kidding)
And lest we start feeling TOO much like a couple of old senior citizens, in lieu of filling our empty dining room space with something sensical and functional like, say, a dining room table, we just purchased a giant $5 plastic bucket at Target and filled it with ice and booze as the centerpiece of our dining room instead.
I fixed a giant batch of my super awesome homemade guacamole (huge hit), some baked salmon (gigantor hit) and a mixed greens, apples, walnuts and goat cheese in balsamic vinaigrette salad (big hit except for one person). Hey, speaking of the salmon, apparently the girlfriend of one of Scott's friends, Lisa, loved it - and, as it turns out, that was her first time eating fish. Like, EVER. I'm not sure who was more surprised: Lisa, after realizing that fish actually was delicious; or me, for actually meeting a human being who had somehow gone through the first twenty-five years of life without ever eating seafood once. Anyway, good times were had by all and BB unsurprisingly whored herself out to every new human that walked into our home.
Like the burgeoning old people that we all are (and tired, overworked music educators), everyone went home before midnight. And then I proceeded to take out my notes and laptop and work on getting my lecture material for the week prepared for three hours. Yeesh.
Totally unrelated: Do you remember how I premensied for a million days last month? As to be expected, my body decided to pull a 180 this time around and I started noticably PMS-ing just this morning. As we were driving BB to her bi-monthly salon appointment, I informed (warned) Schmoobs that I was suddenly feeling exceedingly hormonal, but that it shouldn't last very long. "So, I'm probably going to be mean to you for the next ten minutes, okay?" And then I proceeded to forcefully use my hand to cover his mouth when he decided to start saying words when I didn't want him to speak. Hahaha. Sorry, Schmoolinbops. Then at lunchtime, I got my Monthly Confirmation That I Am Indeed Without Child and now I am fine again. *sigh* Woman bodies are so weird.
Four more weeks of classes before finals week and then the end of the semester! Woot!
Woot for summer!
And woot for arts education and adjunct budget cuts and possible unemployment!! (Blagh!)
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