Do you follow it?

Do you ever give someone advise and when the exact same situation arises you do not follow it? Say when your husband has a mysterious rash appear on his arm that spreads to his chest and you tell him over and over again to see a dermatologist. Especially when he keeps saying how it’s spreading and you tell him you're grossed out and won't touch him and his feelings get hurt because he can't understand why. And then you wake up one day with the tiniest of a bump, but it itches and it doesn't appear to be spreading so you assume it’s a bug bite. And then the back of your legs start itching and again you assume its bug bites only when you look at the area it appears to be something resembling a rash? You can rationalize that you don't need to see a dermatologist because unlike your husband, you took years of chemistry and biology even though its been almost six years ago and you watch Grey's Anatomy as well as Plastic Surgery Before and After and clearly you're closer to understanding the dynamics of your skin then your husband who only holds a Business degree and hates any surgery shows. And you go and buy the generic cortisone cream and you impress yourself because it actually cures the mystery rash. You would be totally justified in not following your own advise.

Ahh Wednesday

Do you ever have one of those mornings where you stop and think this isn't working, I need to regroup or go drink? Typically I would like to regroup with a nice beer or a drink with a high level of vodka, but that's not appropriate today. So instead I'm going to QT and getting pretzels and Diet DP. I consider both items staples for breakfast.

Because curious minds want to know why my morning is falling into the disaster category:

• Receptionist out sick again today so I get to play her role along with running the school.
• Female student claims a male student is sexually harassing her.
• Expel male student for sexual harassment.
• Students in an uproar because they found out they must pay off their school account in order to receive their graduation items.

Arizona Trip

The hubs and I had a great weekend. We went to Glendale, AZ for his brother's MBA graduation. His school is really cool. It only offers graduate programs and they recruit internationally. They had a student representative from each of the countries present to briefly speak about their country. I was trying to convince Dave for us to go back to school. Don't you wish you could relive some of your college experiences? And here's a schools that offers that with people going for their MBA and they have an on campus bar. Seriously, I'm thinking this could be my next move.

Arizona is hot. And they say its not that bad because its a dry heat, but that doesn't take away from the fact that its hot! We flew in at dusk and it was 108. I don't care where you live or who you are, you're going to think that's hot!

One of my favorite things about flying into a new city is that I'm no longer responsible for driving. Nobody expects you to know your way around, they make the plans for you, and you can go drink without wondering who's driving the responsibility bus. I love it!

Cear Millan and the 8 minute Mile

I have decided that when I win the lottery I'm going to hire a photographer to follow me around and take party pics. I never have my camera when the opportunity arises that I MUST have a camera. Case in point: Friday Night.


My work week was from hell. And when Friday rolled around and I didn't get out of work until after 5 I was ready to unwind. So I crashed Matt and Rachel's date at ITR. I had a beer and crab dip and then we decided to drink back at their place. I showed Matt how to hook up his Wii to the Internet (you're welcome Rachel) and Matt and I played Mario Kart through Nintendo World on a Friday night. Yes we're that cool. Dave showed up by this point and we decided to play a drinking game. This of course lead to Drinking Cesar Millan. Which by the way will get you f-ed. Try the words dog, Cesar, pack, dominate, ssstttt, and rehabilitate. I finished three beers during one show and we watched two shows.



So after Cesar we discussed the bet that Rachel and Matt have going. I'm not going into details but if Matt runs and finishes a 5K race he gets a well deserved month long reward. This bet has been in place for about 6 months and he has yet to attempt to achieve it. So that night Matt some how got it in his head that he could make the same bet, only if he ran an 8 minute mile that night. So Dave and I cheered this idea on. Matt got dressed, I cursed at myself for not having a camera and we loaded into the car. This is where Rachel smacks her head as she's getting into the car and knocks herself out for a few seconds. She laid herself out in the yard. I don't think she was seriously hurt, because when she got up she still wanted to see Matt run his 8 minute. Matt ran his mile in 10 min 5 sec. I was 1) impressed he actually did it and 2) surprised he didn't throw up on himself.

Friday night wore me out so I didn't do anything on Sat and Sun.

Thankful Thursday

I'm thankful for:

• That I haven't killed myself this week. It's been tempting since work has been hell with Monday's shenanigans and an employee quitting without notice on Wednesday, and the students being their super fun grumpy selves.
• Nala, who decided to jump the fence and tear her dewclaw. It only cost me $230 to get it clipped. Because of this the vet tech informed me of the no jump harness. It looks like a torture device, but its suppose to keep them from fully extending their legs, thus not allowing them to jump as high. I'm pretty tempted to order one and see if it'll work. It's cheaper than the static mat, so that's a plus. Knowing Nala, she'll still make it over the fence.
• My husband. We had a conversation last night about what the most annoying thing is about each other and whether or not we thought we could live the rest of our lives with this. Of course this conversation lead to our favorite sports team before either of us good divulge the most annoying thing.
• Hyperlinks.

Keith Urban & Hula Hoops

I had an awesome weekend. I wish my Monday had been mundane so that I would've posted about my fabulous weekend rather than the craptastic Monday. So in light that's Tuesday and it didn't suck I'm posting about my weekend.

Friday: Kelly surprised me with tickets to the Sugarland/Keith Urban concert. Her fiance bailed and I was glad to step in as her date. It was a blast. We danced and sang and drank and ohh'd and ahh'd at hunky Keith. We had awesome seats too!

When I got home from the concert I woke up my husband who fell asleep right after I left. My living had been trashed. I seriously thought we got robbed while he was sleeping. But after the initial shock that we didn't actually get robbed, we realized that the dogs decided they wanted to haul everything out of a Goodwill bag and chew it up. They also chewed up my UTI medicine. They left a nice yellow stain on the carpet and both dogs have yellow stains on their fur. I was tipsy enough to not care and I think hubby cleaned up the mess.

Saturday: Hubby and I cleaned house. We did laundry AND put it away. We've gotten into the habit of doing the laundry and not folding it and then somehow it ends up back on the bedroom floor and we couldn't tell if had been worn or not and then we just assumed it was all dirty because it had been sitting on the floor.

That night we went out with Rachel and Matt with their Arkansas friends. I was crabby because the hubby woke me up from my nap and talked me into going out. I'm glad he did. Because if I would've stayed home I would not have seen people hula hooping in front of me at dive bar. That was entertaining, annoying, and funny all rolled into one. It was past one when this started and it only got annoying when one girl did it and kept bragging about her hula hooping skills while saying she's never hula hooped before. I called BS and grabbed the hula hoop and made the little not-yet-twenty-one-year-old stop hula hooping so she would move along and try other attempts at flirting with some douche bag. She gave me an annoyed look and I shrugged and told her that only the first minute was free.

Sunday: I slept, read, and watched my hubby play NCAA '10.

Good morning Monday, let me introduce you to my friend Tuesday

Right now, I'm trying to convince myself that I'm not completely inadequate at my job. That while my employees are calling in and asking absurd things like if I'll teach their class while they run off to sign an insurance form and that the students are trying to create a mutiny against wearing their very nice uniform shirt "because its hot." I'm trying very hard to keep my cool. But I've only been at work for 50 minutes and I can feel my hair turning gray strand by strand, and I feel the pressure on my 28 year old heart and I think to myself, is this worth it? Because right now, I'm not finding the voice that tells me that this is just Monday and that there are more important things to worry about than late employees, and an employee who gives me guilt trip because I won't let him leave in the middle of their class to sign a form, and students who haven't paid a dime towards their tuition saying they can do what they want because they pay good money here. There must be more important things. Things like...like how I haven't read the news in well over 3 three months so I don't have a clue what is more important then my world.