Friday, February 20, 2009

I can learn too

Taking classes always makes me lust for more knowledge. I always am so fired up after a good class. I will take notes about things I want to lookup or learn more about later. I'm jealous when the "kids" in my college courses - you know the snotty ones who think they know it all just because they can pronouce the names of foreign leaders and I can't? I'm jealous that they know so much about the world, how come they do? And how come I'm too lazy to learn the stuff I really do want to know?

When someone talks about a topic - they bring it to life for me and my interest is piqued certainly. Then life gets in the way and I never seem to actually motivate myself to look at my notes and actaully dig up information.

Instead, I go to the tmz website or read blogs. I'll go to my hometown forum or check myspace 50 times a day and possibly play about 20 games of freecell.

I want to learn new things, I want to be well versed in politics, local issues, what's going on at home. I want to know more about world news, the history of our country and how to speak in Spanish, but I won't make a conscience effort to look something up and learn about it - why is that?

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Superbowl Party Disaster


1. I'm thankful for a warm home and a warm car to drive in this frigid weather.
2. I'm so, so thankful that it's staying light out a little longer lately. Spring is on it's way.
3. I'm grateful that my daughter got a job, but nervous that this means she won't be coming home for the summer.
4. I'm grateful that someone gave me some Victoria's Secret lotion for Christmas and that I left it here at work. My hands have been so dry and this lotion feels so good.
5. I am truly thankful that my husband is not a drunk! OK, I know this sounds weird, but after you hear what happened at the Superbowl party we attended, you'll understand.


We went to a friend's house that we don't see very often for the game. These are the kind of friends, that we only see 2 or 3 times a year, but we used to be really close and we always have a good time when we're with them. I was looking forward to it.

We got there and the wife's brother was there, playing cards with the guys. He's an alcoholic and was already well on his way when we got there. He was losing lots of money at the card game and began fighting with his much younger girlfriend (probably only a little older than my daughter - and with whom he has a young child) about whether or not he should break a $100 bill. She insisted that the money in his pocket was for the electric bill and the phone. He broke it anyway and continue to get more drunk and obnoxious.

My husband and I kept exchanging looks - like "oh brother". Anyway he ended up losing money, but no one knows how much because first he said he had had $300 when he arrived at the party, then he said $500 and then he changed it to $1800. Everyone just ignored him.

He finally got up to leave and walked to the bathroom where he promptly fell over and busted his head on the toilet. He then walked over to the food table and almost knocked everything down while stuffing his face with nachos. Finally, his sister asked him and his girlfriend to leave and they did.

It was truly an experience and one that makes me grateful to have my husband - even though he is still not the person I want him to be, he's a prince compared to this guy!