Ok, so I know it's still a thousand degrees outside (and like 90% humidity, I'm pretty much just getting prepped for all that time I'll spend in hell after I die) but for the Dixons summer vacay has ended as of today. Emma starts junior high in a few hours (hello insomnia!) and I've got a million thoughts swirling around in my overheated brain.
We still haven't really heard about our approval on the house. Hopefully it goes through (we had a previous short sale, and underwriting makes me neeeeervous) because I've enrolled Emma in the school down near where the new house will be. Otherwise, my drive is just going to SUCK taking her to school for the next few years. Everybody hated junior high, I know that. I was a brace-faced awkward nerd for those years and I desperately want my daughter to be happy and not have to go through a dopey teen phase but I also realize it's kind of a rite of passage to becoming a "real" person. I'm filled with such anxiety over the whole thing (I'm a giant steaming bowl of anxiety on a good day anyway) that she's feeling it and now she's all worried about this new school too. She's Corinne Junior, I swear. I'm just waiting for the day she also trips while running and ends up with multiple foot surgeries simply because she's a klutz. The Klutz Gene is a dominant one.
Other things.
Finished my stats class for my RN-BSN. Holy shitburgers. Sorry. But profanity is really the only way to convey my true feelings about a five week online statistics class. By the end of the class I just didn't even care about the "weekly posting" crap, I just wanted the torture to be over. I was aiming solely to underachieve, and I did it. Got a 90.5. Way to go me, I'm on the Dean's List of the Pay-Your-Way to a BSN Online Education Program.
Emma and I bonded while we did this:
(Ok, I just unplugged my phone from the wall charger to hook it up to transfer photos and I electrocuted myself. Ow. Like I said, Dean's List!)
Anyway, here's the photo:
Right after we buckled him in and got him swinging, the Target security guard showed up smiling.
And this (APA format states that one should not start a sentence with "and" but this is my blog so kiss it, APA) is what happens when a state that only gets about a half inch of rain a year suddenly gets four years worth of rain in ten minutes. We had two swimming pools! Bailey the sulcata was not amused. After I saved him from underneath the bush where I found him clinging to life, he hightailed it under the grill with his crabby little mug. Of course he's a tortoise and his face always looks like that, so who really knows? But I like to think that he's got an old man voice in his head that's all harumphy and indignant in situations like this.
Incendiary Chad tried to blow up the entire street on the 4th of July. That's over a hundred dollars worth of fireworks, people. We're so rich that we light our money on fire. Didn't you know that nurses make a ton of money? (That's what the nursing recruiter told me anyway. I'm still waiting.)
Emma and Mom at the Dbacks game.
I taught her how to elbow all the smaller kids out of the way so she could get Baxter the Bobcat's autograph.
Well lookie there, my Tylenol PM is finally kicking in, now that I have to get up in four hours. Awesome.
Night night.
