A little dose of "Shut Up". With love, of course.

While I assume you meant for me to appreciate the fact that Guy and I once again are in unknowning agreement, (which I assure you, I do) this unwittingly gets you in trouble with me because the fact that you were whining about the price of the dress shows me that YOU DISREGARDED EVERYTHING I SAID.

I'll admit I'm no fashion maven when it comes dresses, and lord knows our different tastes and style go together like tea and pepsi, (you can fight me over whether you get to be the "tea" or "pepsi" later), but I do know how to spend money; both the easy way, and the hard way. I also know that you would scrape together two pennies and save the shavings to meld into another penny, if such a thing were possible.
(Please don't try it. It's not.)

And spending $1500 on a dress for this occasion is right on target. (I do have an official source that I will more than happily disclose to you, should you wish me to be less discreet.)

In the meantime, I'd like you to shut up about how much money you're about to spend and be grateful for the fact that neither me nor your man are going to let you buy anything less than you deserve.
Right, Guy?

That's what I thought.

Skewbadee doo

I have so much floating in my head right now. When that happens I tend to feel overwhelmed and panicky, for fear that I might forget something I so desperately want to remember. That's what random pieces of paper start showing up all over the house, lists for this, numbers for that. Only, when they aren't kept in one centralized location, they are useless in their purpose, for they wander illegally.
So my apologies for using this post as a dumping ground.

1. Sophia starts school tomorrow. I'm already wondering what it is I am going to do with the 2 hours and 45 minutes out of my day that are childless and guilt free. I've just filled out and returned a volunteer sheet and made myself available to be a room parent in William's classroom, but I promise I have ulterior motives for that; it is not a random and desperate attempt to refill hours that were so recently freed from bondage. I'll explain in another post.

2. William. He gets a number all his own.

3. School. I have two art classes left until I complete the program: Sept.8th and Sept. 15th. This is great, this is fine, this is grand. Except that any excitement I should be feeling is swallowed up by the "Oh crap oh crap oh crap" monster, which gobbles up my time and leaves me with negative hours in which I need to complete my final art project (an organic mobile on a hand carved stand. Pictures to come). In addition to this I also need to complete some artwork for my art portfolio. Sophia was kind enough to add her own artistic interpretation and final touches to a hand drawn underwater scene that was done in color pencil.
What used to look like this:

...looks like this no longer. I didn't like the color scheme I chose to begin with, and I'm half tempted to throw the drawing away and start again. I just can't summon up enough energy to care whether there are scribble marks on it or not. At least I can be thankful she stayed within the color scheme. My teacher would have definately had a hard time swallowing any deviation from a stardard Tetrade color scheme.
I swear there's something...diffierent...about art majors.

4. SCHOOL, continued...The program has some additional requirements that I have to meet to graduate.
      A. Bible class (already paid for, just need to complete.)
      B. Math (if only I hadn't gotten a D back in Jacksonville! I curse myself for allowing Nana's visit to         
          me. I totally screwed the pooch on this one. CLEP it, maybe? Too late to register. Might have to.  
          Major scariness there :/ )
      C. 1 elective credit: this can be work credit earned while at State Farm. Must gather learning courses
          completed on customer service skills and techniques and other business related topics. Potentially 
          required to write an essay. Eck.
      D. Portfolio essay - 12 page essay reviewing...i don't even know what. Something about the learning we
         did throughout the course of the program. It's due in two weeks. I won't be able to start it for another
          week (until this class ends.) Will that be enough time??
      E. English Concentration Assessment - 9 page learning review about the learning objectives achieved for
          the three english classes we took. I have this half done. This is encouraging, but not enough to motivate
          me to finish. Besides, I'm missing the syllabus with the last three learning objectives I need to write
         about and no one in class can seem to find theirs. I don't blame them. If I had finished, I'd have thrown
         them away pronto, too.
      F. Still need to transfer my 6 credits from Saddleback Community College.
      G. Still owe APU $100 for 3 credits I earned through an Experiential Essay.
      H. Keep in mind I am short on time and in order to walk in December I must complete all this by
           December 6th. That is 13 weeks away. Bless your heart if you think that's enough time. I'm all for 
           thinking optimistically these days.
      I. If you are actually reading all this, you're a better friend than I thought.

5. I want to being writing again. Don't know where to find myself in order to start or how hard it will be to do that and complete everything for school. Time will tell.

6. In the meantime, and in my freetime, I will be playing with this:

               http://arthousecoop.com/projects/sketchbookproject

"Thousands of sketchbooks will be exhibited at galleries and museums as they make their way on tour across the country. After the tour, all sketchbooks will enter into the permanent collection of The Brooklyn Art Library, where they will be barcoded and available for the public to view." I have until January 15th to finish it.

DAvid's home. Gotta go...