IT'S OVER!!!!!

School, that is, not my relationship...It sure got close. I came home from my last day of school, and he was waiting for me, ready with terms of break up. We worked out custody arrangements, and some other things. Finally it dawned on him that I was going along with it, quite eagerly. He said: Are we really through? I assured him we were. Then he changed his tune! He didn't wanna lose me, he promised to change...we'll see. I'm still getting a check in February that I can use for a place of my own, if the relationshp hasn't actually improved by then. I was going to have to wait that long anyway. How do you know what the hell to do?

I am going to Houston for a "Red Tent" weekend with my good friends Theresa and Shannon. Actually Theresa doesn't know what it is, but she's fixin' to be clued in. It is a great book, but I forgot who wrote it. It is about the Old Testament , from the perspective of Jacob's wives. The Red Tent was where the menstruating women had to go to seclude themselves from the men, which was like a monthly mini vacation! Visiting, gossiping, and good friendships.

I'm going to go for now, I'm so sleepy...and I'm at work!

What will I do?

I am so sick of arguing, and fighting. The best, though not the easiest, solution seems to be to split up. But whenever I mention that, he threatens that I will be leaving alone. He will fight me for full custody, since I don't have a real job, no housing, and I only have time to study. What a pickle! But yet he says that if I'm only staying with him for the sake of the kids, that he doesn't want to stay together for that reason. Men. Why? If we split up, I'm going to be single for a long time, and when I finally do date again, it will only be women with PhD's!!!

A bullfighter bites the dust...for the last time

Our good friend Greg Crabtree died yesterday, Nov. 29, 2005, in a freak bulldozer accident. Greg was a worldclass friend and bullfighter who fought bulls all over the country, and for the PBR. We miss you Greg and can't believe that you are gone so suddenly. Rodeos won't be the same without you, bud! So sorry you're gone...

Too busy...again!

I am merely breezing past my blog today...exams are coming...must study..must breathe...

Sick..of it all, but mainly men..my man in particular!

Everthing is Oh, so unfair!
I get along with me, why can't he?!

In addition to catching crap, day in and day out at home, I have also succeeded in making myself sick from trying to finish homework and projects on time. Geez, what a spazz I am...Can't stop thinking that I would be happier by myself, just me and my girl...

I'm so tired...

The theme song for the week is sung by Madeleine Kahn in the movie "Blazing Saddles". It relates directly to the title of this post. Things are good, though. Just wiped out, mentally and physically. I feel like sitting in a corner and drooling for awhile, here at the asylum, I mean college. I've got so much homework, and a huge A&P test tomorrow. My weekend is irrevocably dedicated to my career report. I've changed my mind about that, by the way. I now want to be a billionaire, with old money, of course, so I can just... be. " Oh, wouldn't it be lov-e-ly, lov-e-ly?" Maybe not...wouldn't mind trying it out, though.

Finally! My adoring public speaks!

Someone finally responded to my blog! Way to go guys! Your reward will be ...Well, a nice girl like myself just can't write about that!
Ah, am I feeling randy, baby? Yeah!

As the end of the semester is closing in on me, so are my professors. More assignments, more exams, more this, more that...And like a raving lunatic, I've signed up for more of the same!
"They're coming to take me away, ha, ha! They're coming to take me away, he, he!"

Perhaps in the future, my grandchildren can simply download the college credits they need for their chosen career, onto a convenient computer chip in their brains. Then they can have more time to laugh about Grams' college days stories when she actually had to read assignments, and write papers! Ha,Ha!

It's not so bad, all the time. I actually enjoy school, I just don't enjoy cleaning up the scrambled brain matter out of my cranium every week...Gives me an excuse to watch Mr. Clean in action, and who minds that, huh? Not I. Come here, baldy!

I just spell checked my blog entry, and the first word it wanted to correct was... blog! Now that is funny!