Something I'm Really Good At

R comes to my desk and says, "J tells me I'm supposed to be using this form now."  I've never seen the form.

I nod confidently.

"Is it OK if I input my own dept ID and account code information?"

I nod confidently.  And smile.

"Do you still want me to attach my itinerary with all the flight information, even though it's not on this form?"

I nod confidently.  And smile.  And say, "Yes."

"I knew you could help me.  I just don't want to mess anything up."

I nod confidently.  And smile.  And say, "Yes.  Absolutely.  All is well.  You are welcome."

Am I a good faker, or what?

Doh!

I spent 5.5 VERY productive hours at school today. 

But the last two of those hours were in vain.  Why? you ask.  Because I READ AND STUDIED AND MADE NOTES ON THE WRONG CHAPTERS.

Ugh.  I seriously hate being stupid.

Spencer reminded me that the only thing we take with us to the next life is intelligence.  I'm not sure if he was trying to encourage me by celebrating the things I "learned" during those two hours; or making fun of me, because if I have no intelligence here, I won't be taking ANYTHING with me to the next life.

Do you have to be smart to keep your family?  I'm just wondering...

25 Years Ago Today

25 years ago today* I was sitting in my high school chemistry class when the principal came on the PA system to announce that the Space Shuttle Challenger had just exploded during launch.  The Challenger had been a big deal on the lead-up because they were sending a civilian up--Christa McAuliffe, a school teacher.

My chemistry teacher looked dazed, and he said, "I'll be go to hell."

*How can I seriously be old enough to be saying "Twenty-five years ago..."?

Just Some Random Stuff

When I was a little girl I wanted to grow up to be "The Mighty Isis" or "Wonder Woman."  Silly?  I don't think so!

Yesterday I ordered a cake for my boss and others to take to a co-worker on another floor.  We decided on chocolate cake and chocolate icing.  My boss came back and said, "It wasn't very chocolatey."  I said, "It wasn't?"  He rolled his eyes and said, "You are gonna love it."  He brought me a piece back.  He was right.  It was delicious.

It turns out, not everyone appreciates chocolate the way I do.  Go figure!

I learned last night that my re-write on my final for my first class PASSED.  So yeah!  I have one class under my belt.  Woot!

There is more good news, but it will have to wait.  I'll keep you posted.

(If this were "The Biggest Loser," this is where I would input the words TO BE CONTINUED...)

The Way Life Goes -or- Our Kids Are So Different!

Since they were very young, our children have known that in order to get their driver's license they had to meet two requirements:  A "B" average in school and their Eagle or YW Recognition award.  Either one of these allowed

Bri got the YW Recognition, but her grades were not good enough to get a license till after she turned 18 and was a senior in high school.  However, when we needed a driver, we always just sent her.  I'm not talking about "Eh, I don't wanna go to the grocery store."  I'm talkin' "You have to get yourself to school."  Dumb, dumb, dumb--but there it is.

Taylor got his permit at 15 1/2 because his grades were fine.  When he turned 16 he came to us with a deal:  let him get his license now, and he would a) be able to drive friends to school by the time school started, and b) have his Eagle earned by the end of the summer.  Because we were worried about all the illegal driving that was being done, we caved.

But no Eagle.  And no Eagle all during jr. year.  And no Eagle during the summer.

Taylor turned in all of his Eagle Scout paperwork this past Friday.  The day before his 18th birthday.

Ashtyn struggled with her grades because of illness.  She was able to get her permit just before her 16th birthday.  And Saturday she finished the Book of Mormon, which was the last thing she had to do to earn her YW recognition.

Ashie got her driver's license today.  She is the first to get it (on our terms) while she was 16.

Wouldn't It Be Cool If I Had Something Wonderful to Say?

Week #3 in Primary, and yup, I'm still in heaven.  There are two little girls who do not actually live in our ward, but they come consistently with their grandparents, who do live in our ward.  These little girls are kind, sweet, thoughtful people.  I love them so much!

Ashtyn's meds and new wheat-free diet seem to be helping.  She's all signed up to finish her junior year through electronic high school.

Taylor has a real girlfriend.  She's darling.  They went on a date on Friday night. 

Also, Tay completed his Eagle project on Saturday.  Since his birthday is just 6 days away, it's still a race to see if he can complete all the paperwork, etc. in time to actually RECEIVE his Eagle award.  If he does, I'll probably have to go buy him a uniform that fits; and a bandelo; and sew on all his merit badges.  And find all his merit badges.  Don't even get me started on the BSA--suffice it say, I'm not a fan.  

I bought food for the boys and men to take to Mosida.  I got a big hug.  Spencer worked for 6 hours outdoors in January.  I'm bettin' he got nothin'.  Someday our children will know how AWESOME their father is.

Landon has become one of the funniest people I've ever met. You should hang around with us if you get the chance.  You're guaranteed to either laugh at him or roll your eyes at me ("It's just not that funny, Mom.").

Saw "Secretariat" last night.  Loved it.  Except for the part where the 1973 daughter said, "Mom, you are awesome."  That was about 10 years too early for that word.  Remember when AWESOME received its new definition?

Time to go to school. 

Trying Not to Sweat the Small Stuff

At work, our department was split into two departments a few months ago.  There were three floors occupied by the one department; now they are combining the two departments, which means that all three floors are being remodeled and everyone is getting moved.  I am staying on the same floor; but since it is being remodeled, I had to move out of the way.  I am in a window cubicle during this week. 

I packed all of my stuff into bins to transfer it to the new digs.  Since I'm only going to be here for a week, it seems silly to unpack, just to have to pack again a couple of days later.

Only it feels like I'm sitting in my kitchen in the middle of lunch.  Quel disaster!  And when I leave this cube, I walk into the thick of the re-construction--quel disaster!

The truth is that there is nothing I can do about it.  Whining doesn't help, obviously.  But I find myself taking large breaths, several times a day.  I think I'm a nut job.

It's Like Christmas!

I received a large box fromWGU several weeks ago.  It has been sitting on my cedar chest, unopened.  Here's why:  the smaller box they sent me was a webcam so I could legally take my tests.  Only, guess what?  Graduate programs only do papers.  No test-taking.  So I keep waiting for someone to contact me and say, "Uh, Aundrea?  About that webcam.  Send it back."

So, why open another box of disappointment, right?

(And also, it was Christmas and I had many, many more things to do that anything school related.)

So last night I finished writing a seriously fabulous paper.  I nailed it (but it took a long time, of course)!  And when I finished I decided to clean up my "study" (read: corner of the bedroom), so I finally opened that box.  What I found was a binder, some time-planning sheets, a pen, a party mug, a do-not-disturb door hanger, some magnets, some cool post-it notes (!), a t-shirt, a stress ball, and a picture frame. 

Dang!  I should have had that box under the tree!

The picture frame is "leatherette."  Can anyone tell me what that means?   Taylor says it is girl leather--duh, Ashley!  The frame is also stamped with the words "What keeps me going."  I think I'm gonna take a picture of the copy machine and the binders.

And BTW, I got my scored paper back today, and it was marked with many words such as "excellent," "good job," "nice discussion," etc.  Thank you very much.

How It Did Not Happen

The stage is set with a lovely little girl, with stars in her eyes:

Aundrea:  (sighs longingly)  I hope when I grow up, I can spend one day out of every five standing dumbly at a copy machine.  Nothing would make me more happy!  Unless I could fill binders and binders up with paper.  Oh, bliss!

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Look out, MBA!  I'm coming for you!

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