Might As Well

Might as well blog. It's a yucky, yucky Monday. Forecasted to have upwards of 5" rain and the worst hasn't hit yet. And besides that there's only so much speculating a gal can do before she goes crazy about ALL of the following:

Online college applications and essay in progress for Gib.  I like to get a headstart and do all the scholarship searching, fill in names, addresses, emails, birthdays, siblings, class schedule, gpa, test scores, etc., etc., etc., and then let the applicant insert his personal statement (aka essay) and voila! As painless as possible (for the student).  I was about to just set up the account at one university today but there was a pop up box that said if you are a parent...stop now! Well, this parent will revisit that portal another time when Gib is at least in the house. Kinda obvious when it's a school day that the student didn't type in his address and stuff. I got the distinct feeling time and date stamping was in place. Sheesh.  Gib has some work to do with his grades if all that work is going to pay off, so he will be enjoying a break from his Xbox for awhile.

Indie has her big GRE exam this weekend. Good luck Indie! She is also in the thick of graduate school search process. She too will be starting the grad school application process. Too bad she doesn't have people to fill in names, addresses, emails, birthdays, siblings, class schedule, gpa, test scores, etc., etc., etc. Last I know of , the following schools are in the hunt: Baylor, SDSU (for Mike); Kansas, Wisconsin-Madison, St.Louis, Mercer (maybe), New York, and Boston. I probably forgot one or two. Indie can grace us with a comment, or even update her blog!  We did talk about how she may switch her masters degree focus and go for a Social Work masters, which will have more of a classroom environment over do your own research method, and there are many career options for counseling with it, especially if she goes for the social work + business masters available at some of those universities.

Mariah wrote a 7 page short story for English. Yes you should laugh. I did. It was about her emergency appendectomy. I thought for sure I was going to be thrown under the Bad Mom Bus - had a flashback to the 15 page fictional horror assignment where I was stuffed in the volvo's trunk by the killer. I groaned when she handed it to me but she assured me I was portrayed as a good mom. Sure enough, I exhibited concern, heated a hotpad for her tummy, and had a heartwarming smile. And while she shared how I made her laugh, which really hurt, over the "Breathe In...Hold...Breathe Out" MRI imitation, she did neglect to mention how I performed my own at-home appendicitis examination which had to have hurt a whole lot more than some giggles. All in all, I guess I owe her one... or maybe we're just even, because that volvo-trunk episode in the first paragraph still bothers me.

If you follow facebook, you know about as much as I do about Taryn's life and current events. Go Taryn! Call home! You can do it!!!

And finally, but not least importantly, some weird stuff has been going on. The bbq cover was removed by who-knows-who, folded up and placed down on the sidewalk by the creek. I KNOW it wasn't Mike (refer to the folded up part) and it wasn't me because I would have put it back ON the bbq. Grammy claims innocence. We decided to blame the yard guy who might have just been helping if it had been blown off, but everyone remembers being on after the bbq a couple days previously, so do-do-do-do-do-do-do-doooo.

And then the blue one-inch deep ceramic saucer that sits under the peony by the stairs is GONE! It goes under the matching pot to catch water but we used it in the garden for the cats to sip water from and for turtle-dipping. I know it wasn't Mike because when I asked him he said very cluelessly "what ceramic dish thingy?" And he could've care less but humored me and pretended to care when he went outside to look at the empty spot. And, I know it wasn't ME, the only person who notices weird stuff around here. Again, Grammy claims innocence, despite the fact she admits to moving the turtle's terra cotta hidey hole pot right next to the now missing feline/amphibian watering hole. I'm actually a little fearful that maybe a yard guy kidnapped my turtle, ceramic dish and all.  I just hope and pray he is still in my yard. I like that little Son of a Gun!