Are you havin' any fun? Are you gettin' any lovin'?

That damn song has been in my head all weekend because both of the grandmas were singing it on Christmas morning.

The Christmas review:

I got a bike!! I feel like a giddy ten year old. Our gift from the inlaws was a weekend at the Monterey Plaza Hotel so thoughtful and generous. After we opened our gift bag which included maps and menus for various restaurants in the area, they told me to go behind the bar. And, well, there was a bike for me! I didn't even know I wanted a bike, but I've already fantasized about riding through the park to the beach with the husband and getting into SF biker shape so I can ride to school. Apparently, husband was planting seeds for a while. I've been talking about wanting an active hobby, something we can do together that doesn't revolve around eating or drinking. On the drive up to Sacramento, the husband asked me if I wanted to get back into snowboarding (a hobby I had while in highschool and working at a board shop. During a time when I had disposable income, got free lift tickets and had a parental house in whinch to store boards and gear). I told him I don't particularly because it's expensive, requires a lot of storage space, and I prefer my travel money go to warm beachy places where I can wear less clothing, see and eat a lot of fish, and drink things with names like "lava flow" for breakfast. Speaking of, the husband got some dive gear from his bro. So, once we can get everything together, we're going to learn how to go abalone diving. Wee!

Onto the fun stuff...

Brother in law got mother in law a children's book "so you can read it with grandbabies." Uh, hope you're working on them because we sure aren't any time soon.

Crazy grandma got a lot of thoughful, pricy gifts. Never said thank you a single time. Not once.

Crazy grandma talked to the husband about my boobs repeatedly. "They're getting bigger, I swear. They're huge. What are you doing to those to make them bigger? Are you massaging them every night?" Then, she proceeds to talk about her own "34Ds" while opening presents.

And the highlight holiday award: Crazy grandma gave skateboarding punk rock cousin a dark hokey sweater. She said: "I know this isn't your style, but you can wear it to my funeral."

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Clearly, I have a problem relaxing. During finals, I had illusions of how lazy I would be once I finished. I don't know when I became such a freak, but since my last final I've managed to put together 2 wedding albums (only a year and a half after the wedding), cleaned out my closet, and slept even worse than I did during exams. I've spent hours trying to pick the perfect restaurant for my mom's 50th birthday (a big order trying to choose something celebratory but not too SF high brow as my dad is a very vocal slightly embarassing heavy drinker). I've been working 2-3 days a week and babysitting in the evenings.

I have done a lot of things I missed during the semester - I've seen friends for coffee and lunch, I had a fabulous pedicure with A. I celebrated the engagement of one of my very best frineds.

And yet... I wake up in the middle of the night thinking about grades or work and feeling like I'm fucking something up by not doing something.

a benefit to apartment living

We get Christmas cards addressed to the previous tenants. We don't have a tree this year, so we're taping all the Christmas cards we get to the front door in a tree shape. The cards for previous owners really help in this effort. And, we get to see cute pictures of strangers' children.

Wasting Time

Your Power Color Is Indigo

At Your Highest: You are on a fast track to success - and others believe in you. At Your Lowest: You require a lot of attention and praise. In Love: You see people as how you want them to be, not as how they are. How You're Attractive: You're dramatic flair makes others see you as mysterious and romantic. Your Eternal Question: "Does This Work Into My Future Plans?"

What's Your Power Color?

Living. Dead. Living?

Done. Done. Dooooone. Just turned in my 24 hour Con Law take home.

Post Evidence Exam Laziness

Evidence (crossing fingers, knocking on wood) was not as terrible as I thought it would be. However, it was exhausting and I think I studied harder for that test than I've yet studied. I even studied ... in the library. I always prefer to study at home. ButI knew I needed to go study somewhere without distractions over the weekend. Since our school's Internet connection was down most of the weekend, it was perfect.

We had an out of town friend over for dinner last night and drank mimosas. I am now trying, really, to motivate to study for the 24 hour con law take home. Ugh.

One down!

Meh. I can now officially say that I do not like multiple choice on exams. The essay part was fine.

I just finished baking some brownies and am watching bad television with the dog. I'm only going to take a couple of hours off because the hell that will be a 4 hour closed book evidence exam looms.

Update

In reference to the job options...

I chose option 1. There is a long story I want to blog about, but feel like I can't. The process has been pretty terrible for a variety of reasons and, as indicated by a previous, immature post, I'm a little bitter.

But, the decision is made, I'm happy with where I'm going and I need to study because, well, having a job won't do me much good if I flunk out of school.

Web site idea

www.makemylifedecision.com

Today sucked. I have an overwhelming feeling that I am fucking everything up.