The thread gets thinner

So I drove into Chicago, again with the dulcet tones of Anderson Cooper describe death, destruction and his brother's suicide. The book is sad in a poignant kind of way. Anyway, I left early because to make a 6 PM class on Friday, you guessed it, you have to be in 5 PM downtown Friday night rush hour traffic. So as I am crawling along at 10 MPH, I called Ry who is also taking a Friday evening class. Left him a voice mail and he called me back minutes later, the vibrate in my pocket scared the living crap out of me. I nearly bumped my head on the top of the Jeep. We discuss the insanity of taking a Friday evening class as he is on a train and I am stuck in traffic. I tell him about the thread of sanity I am hanging on to. He asks me what classes I'm taking...I explain the three wonderfully exciting classes I am taking (It is still early in the quarter). To which he busts out laughing and says "You are crazy!" Now I had just told him about my thread, don't call a girl crazy when she only has a thread of sanity. HA!

Friday night class was awesome, I love to negotiate and I had one very cute negotiation partner for the role play. On to Saturday, I spend the day with J who came in just a LITTLE hungover from being at the Sox game the night before. It was a beautiful night not to be in class but to be at the Sox game. Now I will admit, I have a tiny miniscule crush on J. He is a lawyer, getting his MBA. Well spoken, intelligent, quick witted. He has a girlfriend. So it remains a tiny crush. I'm so tired I am writing in fragments! I only point that out because I know that Leeners was thinking it. I digress. Lunch was at Billy Goats. Back to class. After nine hours of classes, I was shot. I think my brain shut down at 35 minutes to 4PM (the end of class). It packed up its books and headed for the Jeep long before my body did.

After class, I met Ry in the lobby for a quick chat. He says you looked wiped out. To which I respond, three classes is a LOT. He asks if I am going to make it through the quarter. I said Sure it is only 10....9 more weeks of my life now.

I am graduating in March. I am graduating in March! 9 weeks, 2 classes in the fall, 2 classes in the winter, and I graduate!!!!! I just have to hang on to that thread a little longer!

The birthday....ehhh. It was. I'm going to stop celebrating them. Instead of being time to celebrate, they have become a reminder of how far behind the plan I am.

Surprise!

The Leeners had told me to expect a package. You see my birthday is coming up...SHHHHH!!!!When the box arrived, I was like a child on Christmas Morning. You see, my dear friend Leeners, picks out the best gifts ever! I wish I had the ability to pick the perfect gift every time the way she does. She didn't disappoint this time either....I get to ride to Chicago with the sweet sound of Anderson Cooper's voice reading me his book. I can't wait. Thank you A!!!! Thank you Thank you!!

Brittany vs. Angelina

An odd match up you say? Well, Brittany was interviewed by Matt Lauer last week, in what I can only call the worst botch job of how to handle publicity I've seen in years. And tonight, Angelina will be interviewed by Anderson Cooper, ahhh, The Coop, and will show us all how it is done.

Brittany either needs to fire her people, or her people need to quit over the fact she didn't listen to them. Let's break it down:

• If you want sympathy, don't dress like a that. You get to show a little leg or you get to show a little breast. But your breasts do not get to look like they are about to flop out and say hi at any minute.
• Brittany is not uncomfortable with her pregnant body as evidenced by the bikini clad shots of her at the beach splashed everywhere. So what the hell was with her posture? If you want to go for the I'm protecting my unborn baby look, try a black shirt that covers your chest and sit up straight!
• If you are going to cry, (can you hear me groaning?) do it gracefully. A few tears shown for the cameras and you sweetly ask Matt for a minute and you step off camera. Don't blubber for the public, its a very presumptious to think that the public cares that much.
• If you want to discuss the strength of your marriage, the main statement everyone takes away should not be, He's a man, its hard for him to deal with my millions.
• The issue of Sean Preston sitting on your lap while driving, your first story was good, I was scared, there were cameramen everyone...the "I did that with my grandpa ...its what we do, we're country." OH who let her go there????
• If you want the housewives of American to identify with you, don't talk about the woman that comes in once a week because your house is just too big for you to clean by yourself. Most housewives of America just rolled their eyes at you.
• And lastly someone please fire the idiot who did her makeup and made her look like a french whore, which actually did match the getup she was wearing.

Jolie was interviewed during her pregnancy by Diane Sawyer. She was dressed well, the obviously told the cameraman from what angle and how much of her they could show, her makeup was muted, but she still looked elegant and poised. I'm not a bit Jolie fan, but I will give her props at some point if not still now, she listened well to her coaches. Tune in to AC 360 tonight, she will show Brit how publicity is done.

Commander in Chief...Chief Commander...Insane Moron?

I have supported the war. I have kept most of my thoughts to myself when it came to President Bush...most...not all.

For those of you who may not have heard even though it was on CNN and every network evening news, back in April we had a series of tornados that ripped through three counties here in Iowa doing millions of dollars of damage. Now I have donated to the Katrina funds. I gave to the tsunami funds. I give to several charities. So even though I don't live in the counties that had the damage. And I didn't suffer any damage at all from these twisters. I'm just a little miffed that our illustrious leader couldn't see fit to use some of the tax dollars that I pay in for him to do with as his little oil mongering self would like, to help the citizens of Iowa devastated by yet another nature disaster. No, it wasn't important enough to help the state of Iowa to fund the rebuilding projects. I guess we in Iowa aren't that important...except for that month every four years when we hold the first caucus. They need our votes and we are suddenly important and then they forget about us for another four years.

I'm disappointed, disillusioned, and praying that a Democrat will come to the forefront that I could actually stomach voting for. Because you see in reality, I didn't vote for Bush...I voted against Kerry. I'm disgusted that I am starting to regret that more each day.

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A finance guru I am not.....or Lets get you into the stirrups!

I couldn't decide on a title so I used both, oddly enough in a way they both work for the whole thing.

I have been buried under investments and finishing up this quarter, thus I haven't written. Saturday this quarter will be over and I will be free for a week before I start the masochist schedule of three classes and a 10 hour drive.

I had to go to the doctor today. There are a few words that no woman wishes to hear from anyone with the letters MD behind their name. "Let's get you into the stirrups." Every woman needs to have a quota for how many times their feet can be in that position per year without it being for pleasurable purposes. My quota is one. And I have surpassed it....again. Going back to the odd part, I think the fear that struck in me today will be a lot like the fear I will feel on Saturday morning right before the test begins. I digress. So I have been having a lot of pain recently, not something I am unaccustomed to when it comes to the more female dedicated portions of my body. But this was different. This was a new creature that at first seemed like nothing and in three short days turned into Satan! I'll refrain from the gory details. But at the end when the Doctor says, "It's quite common, you did nothing wrong and you couldn't have prevented it." It is one of those times in life when you really want to look at the sky and say "And the purpose of this was??????" I guess men get hernias so it isn't like its one sided or anything. She assured me that it will be better before my final. Which is good because the fear that will be struck on Saturday morning has absolutely nothing to do with my Vee-jay-jay so it shouldn't factor into the equation by reminding me of its existence.

PS...let me just apologize now to any male readers who stopped reading at the word stirrups.