Really randomness

The rules:

1. Pick up the nearest book of 123(or more) pages.
2. Open the book to page 123 and find the 5th sentence
3. Post the next 3 sentences.

-The Birth Order book By Dr. Kevin Leman
-Page 123, sentence number 5 and following
.. on developing a thicker skin

"But even to be aware of hos upset you got over something that really wasn't worth it is making progress. Ingrained patterns are not changed over night. I often tell sensitive perfectionists to be sure to do nice things for themselves. AS the hair color ad puts it, 'You're worth it.'"

So, back to life plans.

What in the world do you do with a biochemistry degree?

Does anyone know, because I sure don't.

Where does all the money go?

I am not sleeping this morning because I am too nauseous to sleep. I gave it a valiant try, even tried to sleep in the chair, but it's not working for me. So I decided a much needed blog is in order.

Lately, I've been noticing where my tuition for my "high quality education goes". Here's what my tuition does:

• My tuition goes to paying a guy to blow pine needles and leaves from one side of campus to the other EVERY FREAKING DAY!
• My tuition goes to changing the flowers in the flower beds every 3 months.
• My tuition goes to pay the Janitors to sit on their butts and not do anything.
• My tuition does pay to fix the BRAND NEW student center that they built wrong.
• My tuition does pay for the Rec Center (which I don't mind paying for because it's a great facility).
  

Here is what my tuition does NOT do:

• My tuition cannot pay to update the Chemistry building, which is the third oldest building on campus. The two that are older have both been remodeled and updated. Meanwhile, we are all taking chemistry in a building that is becoming more of a health hazard by the day.
• My tuition cannot pay to clean out the vents in the science building (so we don't have the nasty junk that comes out of them on our desks every day).
• My tuition does not pay for alcohol or drug abuse awareness and prevention.
• My tuition does not pay for a more friendly campus for those who are disabled.
• My tuition does not pay for more parking for students. It's ridiculous when students that live IN the dorms have to park all the way across campus. It's also impossible to find a parking spot if you're a commuter.

I'm sure I could go on and on with a list of things my tuition does not do. The point is that I am paying a butt load of money for this "quality education" and you would think that some of that money I pay could at least go towards ACADEMIC stuff. But no....

I hate the bureaucracy of it all.

Life plans

Life is funny. I don't know why we even bother making plans when they always end up getting changed anyway. But still, I continue to make plans, because this is my nature; I am a plan maker.

So currently, here are my plans:
To finish undergraduate
Go straight to graduate school
Go out into the working world
make money
While doing all the stuff listed above, I also plan to be a wife and mother.

Here are my desires:
To have another child
To quit school altogether
To make jewelry and other crafts (maybe plan parties) for a living
To have friends

See, currently, in my plans, I have no room for another child. Being a chemistry major, you can't be pregnant and go to school. But I'm about ready to have another baby. That baby doesn't fit in my plans.

I think I am just burned out on school right now. I never have been one to finish things

I just want to let my creative juices flow instead of doing something that makes sense. But doing something that makes sense also makes money

Why is it that what you want to do and what you know you have to do always conflict?

Adventures in Houston.

As I sit here basking in this quiet afternoon (due mainly of course to my three year old being asleep), I begin to realize how not quiet it was at the Houston Children's Museum. Yes, we drove down to Houston to let my son go to the Children's Museum.

My husband's boss asked if they have children tacked up to the wall in glass cases. Not quite, but it was definitely a child's dream. They could touch and interact with EVERYTHING in the museum. To tell the truth I had fun, too. And it was fairly cheap- only $5 per person.

In the first room, there was a van that the kids could get in and "ride" or "drive". My son is very non-confrontational and soft spoken around other children. Those of you who know him will find this hard to believe, but it's true. So when other children kept pushing him out of the way to drive the van, he just sad there like a dejected little puppy, but he wouldn't leave until he got to drive. Another little boy about 3 or 4 pushed him out of the way and drove for about 15 minutes or so, then asked Caleb if he wanted to ride up front. Caleb said no, he wanted to drive. I asked the little boy if Caleb could have a turn now, and the kid started throwing a fit! His dad told him it was time to move on and let other people have a turn, and the kid kept throwing his fit. Finally the mother was like " Just let him have his own way! God!" Talk about a spoiled kid....

Anyway, this museum had the cars, a grocery store, a water purification station (that used balls to show the process), a tv station, a tree house, and a building station among other things. It was awesome! Two pieces of advice though:
1) Three is a little young to go. Caleb's attention span is not long enough to stay at one activity very long, so we were done in two hours. Go when your kids are a little older.
2) Don't run into your OB/GYN there. It's kind of awkward.

After the museum, we decided to walk the couple of block to the nearest Metro station to let Caleb ride the train. Like all little boys, he loves trains. This was the best three dollars we ever spent. The tickets were $1 per person for unlimited riding for two hours. We only rode for 30 minutes, but Caleb loved every minute of it. I would recommend riding the train over the children's museum any day!

So next time you're in Houston, looking for cheap entertainment ideas, check out the Houston Children's Museum and the Houston Metro train.

Out of the mouths of Babes

My son is not only a great source of wonder, amazement, and amusement, but he teaches me something everyday. I will have to blog about all of the stuff he amazes me with, and all he teaches me, but tonight I want to focus on the amusement. I was in the middle of blogging about my husband when it was time to put my son to bed. I stopped blogging to help him brush his teeth, and when he stood on his stool it reminded me of something he said the other day. I was laughing so hard, I had to postpone the blog about the husband for a blog about the son.

First: The stool story
The other day, I hopped in the car after my last final, and my husband said, "Hey baby, have you been having constipation problems?" I think my jaw hit the floorboard before I was able to respond to this. My response was something like "Why?" and the answer to that question was "Our son says you have big stools". Well, then, my three year old jumps into the conversation and says "yeah, Mommy has big, hard stools, and they're EVERYWHERE!" I am utterly mortified at this point, and yet happy that it's only the three of us in the car. Just to clarify things, my son was talking about STEP STOOLS, and he would be right. I do have a couple, they are somewhat large, and they are hard (what good does a soft step stool do you?).

Second: shaken, not stirred
I'm sitting in our office researching some craft projects and activities for this summer when my son is out of school. I become aware that my son is singing (not unusual, he's very musical), but then the words register. "I'm going to have a martini. I'm going to have a martini very soon". And OMG I just figured out where he got this from. Anyway, so I called my mother-in-law, and ask her if I should be worried if my son is singing this (this is a joke, it's more to tell her that he has been singing it). She says maybe I should screen his friends.

Now, where did he get it? One of his favorite movies is Enchanted. The bad guy tries to poison the "princess" with poison apples which he makes into an apple martini. Then he offers her the apple martini. So, this is where he got the word (because he shore nuff didn't hear it from us!), but I think he made up the song on his own.

Third: The Baby Brother
One of our friends recently had a baby, and when I showed my son a picture of the baby he said "OH! did it just pop out???" I told him yes, because I figured it was much easier than trying to explain birth to a three year old. Now, he thinks that babies just live in someone's tummy and they pop out whenever they want. So, he shares this with everyone, and tell them about his baby "blooder" living in his tummy. Then he tells them the baby brother will pop out in "this many days" (usually holding up five fingers) and he will learn him how to eat, and how to talk, and how to walk, and how to drink. If this isn't enough, he tell them that he will let his baby brother sleep on the top bunk, and if he gets scared he will bring him to us. I know this is very sweet for a three year old. But now I have people asking me when the baby's due. Ummm...it's not!

Anyway, these are just a very FEW of the stuff my son says that amuses me. I hope you get amusement out of it as well.

Boobs

Ok, so this is really starting to tick me off. My boobs recently grew from an F cup to an I cup. Pick your jaw up off the floor, I said an I cup. Yes, they do exist, they come right after H. Anyhow, I am still cramming my now I's into an F size cup. This is not only starting to become painful, but my bras are beginning to fall apart, too.

So today, I went on a mission. I decided I would look for new bras online (because it's freaking impossible to find my size in a store). I find a few web sites that have my size but then I start looking at the prices. What, just because my boobs are big means I can afford to pay almost $100 per bra??? Because I have big boobs means I'm made of money?? No!

So now I'm aggravated because bras in my size cost an average of $88, and there's NOOOO way my husband's going to let me buy new bras for that much, even if I am in pain! I curse the man who thinks that if your boobs are bigger than an F that you must have paid for them, and can therefore pay an arm and a leg for bras!

I'm wondering how people deal with these huge boobs....