Boy, it’s been a while. It is utterly amazing to me how quickly time passes in general when you get older, but that time flies by at warp speed when you’re occupied with something other than yourself and your family. Wowza!

Like the title suggests, I have had two 100% marks, oh, actually make that three – I literally just got an email from my prof updating my grades for a class. But really, a 100% just because I emailed you the report generated from a personality assessment I took? I mean honestly, aren’t you just giving away the marks now? I’ll take it. I don’t care. One HUNDRED percent on our group presentation – yay us! Amazing. Clearly these kids thrive under pressure. They literally leave everything until the 11th hour. Sometimes the 5th hour. I stop checking when it’s that close.

Marks were given out for our first math exam. I guess I don’t give myself enough credit. I basically assumed that if I got 100% on it, then there would be no reason for anyone else not to get 100%. I was wrong. My prof said that two people didn’t even bother to take the exam. Really?! What are you in college for if you’re not even going to take the exam, the very first one of the year. Come on!! There were lots of A’s, B’s and C’s and “one perfect score” – at which point she looked and me and announced my name. Really?! Again, really?! All eyes on me, me just staring at the front. The prize, the coveted prize the prof spoke of, the one that was supposed to motivate us to do well, you know, the Starbuck’s gift card, the Chick-Fil-A gift card, heck, even candy.. it turned out to be chapstick. MEN’S chapstick!! WTF?! So……. I dunno.. did the prof find a good deal on random men’s chapstick and decided that this would be an appropriate prize for achieving perfection on her exam? Or maybe she figured that historically women don’t do as well as men in math and so she would be prepared??? I give up. But seriously. Like I’m taking chapstick from a college professor, male or female – it could be laced with rohipnol and then the next thing you know I’m in some weird math video or something. Ya, it could happen.

Last Wednesday we were given yet another group project, due tomorrow actually. Apparently my “you know, I really don’t like your class. It’s not you, but I just hate relying on punk-ass teenagers to get a good mark on projects. So I hope you take that into consideration when marking and also assigning group projects at all” speech had no impact on my prof. He laughs, he says I need to learn to relinquish control. Right. Okay. I relinquish control, the next thing you know my family is eating bologna sandwiches with mac-n-cheese. Barf. Control is my middle name. If things aren’t just “so”, my mind is just “f*cked”. Yes. That’s how it works.

So this happened last week:

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Yep – that’s Tay-Tay. My daughter’s birthday present, tickets that we had purchased last October for Taylor Swift’s 1989 World Tour. We had been waiting and waiting for that day to come. It did, lots of traffic, helicopters overhead – which I found out later was because prior to the show starting, Taylor was in her dressing room and the fire alarm in the stadium was going off telling people to proceed to the nearest exit. Had to find that out from The Daily Mail UK. Good thing they have all my gossip covered. Even when it’s in my own city. Anyways, 45,000 of us Swifties made our way to the stadium. The line for security was horrendous, so much so that we opted not to purchase our Taylor gear outside but rather wait until we were inside. MISTAKE! After visiting each merch stand on the ground floor, we opted for the line where we could actually see the end. 90+ minutes later, missing both opening acts – some kid named Shaun Mendes and Vance Joy – we were rewarded with actually getting to go to our seats and sit. Ten minutes later Taylor came on and we were up dancing and screaming for the next 2 1/2hrs. Sadly we did not make it into Loft 89. I did not hear anything about any folks at this stop on her tour getting the magical invitation from Taylor’s mother. So that makes me feel slightly better that we didn’t dress up as salt and pepper shakers (Shake it Off) or cheerleaders or even have a “Starbucks Lovers” shirt. God I love that shirt! Anyways, that girl puts on an awesome show. We’ve seen her before, about 4 or 5 years ago and she was great then too. I don’t doubt we will see her again one day in the future. She’s worth every penny. But not more, because that’s just crazy 😉

All in all a very busy couple of weeks. Time flies. I hope we hit a point where we can slow down a bit but I guess that’s what the weekends are for right? I will say this: since being in school, I find that we are spending more time at home on the weekends and we’re crazy productive! My husband and I have honed our mad organization skills, although I believe at some point I did say I was going to go homicidal because of my trash drawer (yes I have a drawer for our trash and it’s freaking awesome. Best $82 I’ve ever spent when upgrading features in a home), my trash drawer tends to get overfilled and certain little people, well, not little, but younger people just add to it and close the drawer. Not cool. Not cool at all. Wanna see me go a lil’ bit psycho? Have garbage fall out at the back of the trash drawer. That’ll do it. Sometimes it’s instances like these that make me sympathize with my mother when I was a teenager. Sometimes.

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