I'm pretty sure I'm going to wake up tomorrow with some serious definition on my abdomen and long, toned thighs. It's pretty much guaranteed.
So, this local history class I'm taking is really interesting, but I'm an idiot because I wasn't thinking I really wanted to do a graduate-level paper this semester and the professor clearly had different ideas. I'm supposed to be compiling information on this person who was hanged in 1862 because he was suspected to be a member of the Peace Party, and Southerners weren't on board with all of that "everybody's free" business. I may be born and bred in Texas, but it doesn't mean I agree. Okay? Okay. SO. I looked up this person, and I couldn't find him. I mean...anywhere...even in the required reading he seems to have two different names, so when my professor asked if anyone had a "dud" for a person, I raised my hand and said I wanted a new one. She said to email her as a reminder, so I did. And, ya'll? She's a hoot, even when she doesn't realize it. Our email exchange went something like this:
A: Professor, I'm emailing you to remind you I need a new person. Aubrey (Not Elizabeth)
P: Aubrey (Not Elizabeth), you can expect a new man by supper time.
A: Oh, if only I had a new man around supper time...it would be a vast improvement over the non-existent/invisible one that only appears in my head.
P: I've been married for 28 years - sometimes the man in your imagination is the better option!
A: Haha, I've been single for 6...I have one kid who wants me to get a boyfriend and another who wants me to get a husband who will go grocery shopping first THEN pick him up from school.
P: Oh, I want that, too! Mine just goes hunting and...your new man is <drum roll here> Jonathan Edmiston. I do hope he's better than your last one, invisible or otherwise!
Seriously. Dying. The whole Aubrey (Not Elizabeth) thing is because she's determined to call me Elizabeth. She calls the role "Aubrey (Not Elizabeth) and most of my classmates call me the same thing. I don't mind...in fact, I think it's hilarious.
Know what's not hilarious? Ancestry.com. I don't get it. I don't get the thrill and excitement of the whole genealogy thing. I know it really floats some peoples' boats, but it just doesn't get me excited at all. I managed to come up with a family tree of sorts, but that was after finding the whole "Search public trees" option.
That's something I can totally get behind.
Tomorrow is school picture day for B. I told him he had to wear something nice on top and he could wear a t-shirt underneath, so as soon as he finished pictures, he could shove it into his backpack and ignore it. He asked to call his dad, then stepped away as he lobbied for THEM to agree that he should be able to wear basketball shorts. Nice try, squirt!
Speaking of "Squirt," I picked up my new glasses today. When I tried them on for him, he said, "Oh, hey, Aunt Katie!" Since he continued to call me "Aunt Katie," I have continued to call him "Squirt." I don't know which of us is going to break first, but I bet it won't be me!
On the N front, I got an email from a teacher today saying she really enjoyed his sense of humor, but that she was worried about whether it might be impacting his ability to get work done. I replied, telling her I take his school work very seriously and am happy to be in his hula hoop and nag him to death because it's one of my great joys in life. She sent a reply saying she laughed as she read my email and said she was dreading trying to get information out of her boys as they got older. She has no idea!
I think we'll be friends. I'm not sure if we'll be as close as I am with the ladies that have taught N over the last two years, but we're going to get along just fine! As an added bonus, it will make N unhappy and miserable, and I feel like that's only fair since living with him is such.a.treat. He's a treasure.
He's officially on notice: one more email or issue at school and we say goodbye to baseball. Not only that, but all that money burning holes in his wallet for an Xbox One will go to me to compensate me for a small portion of the baseball shaped drain that has been funneling money out of my bank account at an alarming rate. I think he finally realized that Mom. Doesn't. Play. He also made the decision to switch out of Spanish. When I asked him about it, he said, "Yeah, I'm going to go ahead and say that was one of the top 7 decisions I've ever made in my life." I'm not sure what the others are, but I bet they're reallllly good.
In other news, I've spent more time than should be allowed watching the first seasons of Scandal. I'm still not sure I'm fully on the band wagon here, but I do think it's growing on me. You know who it ISN'T growing on? My children. N says, "I don't even know what that show is, but I HATE IT. What's with all the camera clicks and projector sounds?" (How does he even know what a projector is?) B says, "Mom, that sounds like a bad show." (Kid...you like the stupid shows on the Disney Channel. Clearly your opinion is warped.)
I use it as a reward system: Watch 3 episodes, read 4 pages. Watch 2 episodes, read 5 pages.
I don't think it's making me nearly as productive as I should be, but those little blurbs about what's coming next don't really give me a lot of information. I have to watch to find out if I'm going to miss something important...
Duh.
Aubs
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