This Week in Friends

Also in family and school.

Monday

Friends - Fabulous as always with the added benefit of studying this time around.

Tuesday

Friends - Brando got home early so we went to a friend's house to play in the snow on the golf course by their house. Then to IHOP for free pancake day with a big group of us for good conversation, yummy pancakes and more snow.

Wednesday

Friends - Met up with Li for happy hour to drink to a better day the next day for her. Decided we weren't going back to the particular restaurant we went to because of the douche bag waiter who gave us free drinks the first time we came, and went on and on about really stupid topics this time. Annoying. We can avoid that place until he no longer works there. Had a blast any way!

Thursday

Friends - Went to a grand opening party with my bl*g girls and got a goodie bag full of hair accessories, earring, chocolate bourbon fudge and more. The boys made screen-printed ties with an owl and tree branches before Brando picked them up for boy sc*uts. Almost made it to a comedy show with Li and M and was depressed I didn't. Then, I opened my goodie bag and was happy again. Had a tough conversation with KT that I'm not sure is over. I'm just over making plans with people who flake. Much as I loooooove her, if nine times out of ten, she's backing out I don't want to bother. I don't think she realizes it either which is why I called her out on it. So we'll see.

This Week in Family

Also in friends and school.

Monday

Family - SNOWWWWWW dayyyyyyy!!!! Picked up the boys from school after my class at 10:35am and played in the snow all day. They built an army of snowmen in the frontyard.

Wednesday

Family - Had a snowball fight in 56 degree weather using up the army of snowmen.

Thursday

Family - Oh, also, had a parent teacher conference with Shawner's teachers to discuss the fact that he's come home talking about his friends and him calling each other gay, sex, and drunkenness the last week. Not fun. I'm actually taking it all in stride which is surprising me. I think the hope that we'll be in a better position next year and seeing this as another opportunity to deal with life is the foundation.

Friday

Family - Boys c*b sc*ut banquet tonight!!! Actually, I guess it's only Shawners, because Justinbustin is officially a boy sc*ut now. Craziness.

This Week in School

Also in family and friends.

Monday

School - Studied for my art history test all day. Went to girls night with thirty pieces of art with their cities and dates still unmemorized. One of my girls sat down with me and helped me memorize all thirty pieces with cities and dates.

Tuesday

School - Killed the art history test.

Wednesday

School - Turned in my second English paper, yay.

Thursday

School - Found my art history professor wrote "Wow" on two out of three of my essays for the exam. Awesomeness.

Favorite Memories of Today

*My sister offering to take the boys for a few hours, then offering to take them the whole day

*Farmer's market coffee

*Beautiful, sunny 75 degree weather

*Photo shoot at the farmer's market with Brando

*C*ssi's Market cocoa tiramisu with Brando

*More photos with Brando against a rusted metal wall

*Went to a maternity photo shoot at a home with Brando

*Dinner and dessert at Home Sl*ce with Brando

*Picking up the boys from a day with their aunt and cousins

*Discovering the boys had a lesson in archery from a certified archer instructor

Oh holy heck

The shit has hit the fan.

Brando is being inv*stigated at work for a bunch of acc*unts he opened that have nothing to do with what they are asking him about, nonetheless secur*ty sat in his office all day yesterday and making last night h-e-double-l. Fortunately we had a birthday dinner to go to distract us.

Why does it always seem like when it rains it pours? Is it because the little things are already so bothersome that when the big stuff it's duck and cover time?

On a brighter note, I've recently gotten excited about our trip coming up. I'm going to try local food! That's my interest lately here in Aust*n, any way, and we didn't get to do it last time we went, so I'm super excited about it. And you know what? Now that I'm excited I'm a little more resilient to this shit hitting the fan. Oh you hit alright. I'm wearing a poncho and I've got a shower in the bathroom next door. Sorry for that visual picture.

Girlfriends

Last Friday I went to see Valentine's Day with my girlies. Originally it was the girls from girls night who were supposed to go, but three out of the five of us couldn't make it. So at the last minute it ended up being me, Li from girls night, Jaqi - a girl I go to events with, and KT my best girl. The 8pm movie was sold out so we bought tickets for 9:45pm then headed to late happy hour at Iron Cactus. As I sat there enjoying the conversation, the laughter, and looking around at all the smiling faces I wondered how I had gotten there to have so many different girlfriends from so many different groups all hanging out together smiling, laughing, and having a blast. What an incredible feeling to know I have such wonderful girls in my life that we would all be able to come together and actually have an amazing time with each other, even with some of them hardly knowing each other.

Quite a Day

The events that have unfolded today have left me reeling.

Today, a man from A*stin flew a pl*ne into a building in A*stin because he was upset at the eye are s. He wrote a long note explaining his life story and what brought him to make this decision. Reading the note is intense, sad, and completely hopeless. His conclusion brings him to v*olence. I am only grateful that no one else besides the pilot was killed.

How can one get to this point? How can one be so broken, and distressed that they give up on life? How can one so educated not look at the past and realize the freedoms we DO have today. Yes, his life sucked in certain areas, and sucked hard, but hurting others is supposed to fix it? This is basically a su*cide note, one that could've killed others. I'm glad it didn't. But I'm still reeling from the aftershock.