Two Weeks, No Waiting

Well, it's now been almost two weeks since my last post. Not because nothing has been going on; neither has it been because too much has been going on. I've simply been too lazy to write lately. I know, "Bad Deema!"

But really, it's not like I have anything interesting to report on. Just life stuff. But since most of it has been in my head, I suppose I could share:

Math class: I had my first math test in over a decade last week. I was a little nervous, but not too much. I  usually do well on tests and I've understood everything up to that point. The test was pretty easy. It took me all of about twenty minutes and that was only because I fully checked every answer and then reread through it just to make sure. When I got the test back, mine was one of the five perfect scores! I love math. :)

As geeky as it sounds, I really take a lot of pleasure in working on the homework. I'm usually a section or two ahead of the lectures. I like working throught them on my own and then checking how well I understand when the instructor covers it in class. We're starting to learn stuff that isn't readily accessable in my memory, which is fun. This week we started radical expressions (the math kind where you solve for the square root of x, not things like "Awesome, Dude!") Last night I was introduced to imaginary numbers, which comes in handy when practicing Creative Accounting (I'm only kidding, IRS!)

Superbowl Sunday: Ah, the ultimate man's holiday. Actually, I've rather enjoyed the last few. Usually I get together with friends, watch the game, eat, and generally have a good tme socializing. This year was no different, except that it was all different. Instead of going out to some party, Barb and I got together to make cards. We had the game on, but since neither of us gave a hoot about either team, it was mostly for the commercials. As usual, the beer commercials reigned supreme (especially the way cute Clydesdale and Steer playments), but I have to say Betty White getting tackled in the football game was my favorite commercial moment. I also really enjoyed the halftime show. It was fun hearing all three CSI themes in their original glory.

One football game, one TV show premere, one Disney channel movie, and two Jonas episodes later, I went home with a large stack of cards, all hand made by yours truly: 5 valentines (one for each of Steph's kids), one babyshower card, and one birthday card. I was pretty happy with myself.

Travel: I realized with the upcoming government holiday, my government job allows me an extra day to this weekend, so I contacted Steh and we started making plans for me to head up to see her and the kids (hence the V-day cards). Unfortunately, a few days after starting our planning, I got an email from Steph titled "Houston, we have a problem". Of course, no good news can follow that. It turns out that her in-laws decided to visit that same weekend. Aw! My plans got hi-jacked by the grandparents! No fair! Oh well, what can you do? I rescheduled for the end of the month instead.

Out and About: the groundhog may have decided to settle in for six more weeks of solitude, but I'm finding myself drawn out more often lately. Consider: card making with Barb, plans to head north to Steph and the kids, a babyshower for a friend, and Barb's birthday dinner last weekend.

I'm not sure how or when it started becoming tradition, but whenever one of us have a birthday, Barb, Christy, Kristina and me go out for dinner. It seems to be the only time the four of us see each other anymore. Barb chose Mexican food for dinner, which I was more than happy to comply with. We didn't make the staff sing to her because girlfriends have to take care of one another. And I deviated from my usual cheese enchalladas and went for a yummy, sizzling, meaty fajita plate. Can we say "Yum"? YUM!!!

On Monday I was over at Terry's and I started looking around and thinking about when I first started going over there (and consequently connected with Barb, Christy, and Kristina) and I realized that I miss those days. The community group, the friends, the fun. . . I've been toying all week with the idea of trying the singles group at church again. I think I'm finally enough over Terry that I could be there with him without becoming Psycho DramaQueen of the Waterworks. I don't think I can jump back into his community group, but baby steps. The more I think about going to the group again, the more hopeful and excited I become. Maybe now it's finally time to return to the fold.

Car Update: have you ever known that one person who would make your life absolutely miserable whenever it was just the two of you, but when you tried to get sympathy from others, they couldn't identify because they thought she was the sweetest person ever? Yeah, well lately my car has been that car. Not that I'm having major problems with it, but the check engine light keeps coming on. Usually when it does, it's followed by some weird sputtering that feels like no gas is getting through. But whenever I take it to someone to look at, it runs perfectly and the light turns off. No one, not one passenger or helpful friend has seen this. Case in point: I asked Terry if he could look at it on Saturday. All the way over to his house it was sputter, sutter, sputter (even a little worse than usual). I got there, handed him the keys and jumped in the passenger seat so he could feel the problem. He started the car and the check engine light was gone. We drove around to see if it would come back on; it didn't. Then we went back to his place to check if there was anything obviously out of place. The only thing I discovered was that I'm absolutely terrified of being under the car. Blame it on claustrophobia or the Final Destination movies, but you will never get me back under that thing. I even started to freak a little watching Terry be under it.

Anyway, after seeing nothing we could fix, I took my misbehaving car home. It drove perfectly all the way there. The light remained off when I drove over to meet the girls at Barb's. And it was positively angelic as I carted the four of us to and from the restaurant. Then I dropped everyone off and turned towards home. I made it about 15 feet when *DING* Sputter, Sputter. I guess it's one of those times when all I can do is find the humor in the situation and keep going. Maybe it's my car's way of encouraging me to start doing that carpooling thing.

So, there you have it; two weeks, no waiting. Well, okay, you had to wait for the post, but once you got it, everything was there. So maybe I should say "two weeks with no interruptions". I wish I had more interesting things to share. Maybe, if I'm very lucky, the coming spring will bring about new and exciting adventures for this weary old soul to enjoy.

And until then, I always have my imagination. . .