The hubby is turning 30 and other nonsense...

So this coming Saturday is my husband’s golden birthday.  My honey is going to be 30 years old; or the same age as his old lady, haha.  I really don’t know what to get him.  All he wants are tools and parts for his car.  Translation: BORING for me.  He’s not a big party person either, so that idea was off the table.  He does want to go to Starved Rock for some hiking, so that I can do.  We both have Friday and Monday off, but he wants to spend most of that tinkering on his car.  What else is new?  But still, what the heck do I get him??

In other news, I still hate math.  Passionately.

I am doing fairly well in my writing class, which is good.  I’m averaging a solid A in both my writing and math classes, but they sure are taking all of my time.  I actually didn’t watch any TV or DVR this past week.  It’s gotten so bad that I really don’t have a life.  It just seems that my whole life is work, school, more work, more school, rinse, lather, repeat.  I know that school will be worth it in the end, but still…I miss having a life.  

My MS doc says that I need to have as little stress as possible to keep my symptoms from flaring up.  So what do I do?  Make my life more stressful.  Gotta love it.  

News break: I really loathe math.

Random sidebar: Eric Northman on True Blood is freakin’ hot.  I’m pretty sure I can’t watch a scene with him in it without my mouth hanging open.  It’s funny how Jon loves the show almost as much as I do.  I think he likes it because it shows vampires how they should be: bursting into flames if they go out in the sun, drinking only blood, being harmed by silver, and killed by a wooden stake.  He has a problem with vampires sparkling like diamonds in the sunlight ala Twilight.  

Oh well…time for bed.

I'm one hot new woman!!

So I’ve decided that I’m a new woman.  For some reason, after my very first steroid treatment last year for MS, I’ve changed.  I can now eat spicy food.  

For those of you who know me, ketchup used to be borderline too much spice for me.  Now, I can eat salsa that’s labeled as MEDIUM!!  I can also eat burrito bowls at Chipotle.  Also, in the heat category, I’m much more tolerant of hot weather.  What the hell is wrong with me????

While I certainly have grown to appreciate my new found penchant for spicy food, as has my husband and neighbors as they are HUGE fans of Chipotle, it is kind of freaking me out.  I know that people’s tastes do change and evolve as they get older, but this whole spice thing is truly shocking.  

And the hot weather??  I’m the biggest pansy when it comes to heat.  And especially humidity.  Some people just live for weather in the 90s with 437% humidity.  Not me.  Although, I’m must more tolerant.  I’ve learned that I don’t sweat as easy anymore.  Normally, if the temperature was 80 degrees, I would have the AC on in my car for the ride home.  Not anymore.  My temp gauge can read 101 degrees, and I’ve got my sunroof open and my windows down.

I told my husband that I wanted to go to Savannah, GA for a vacation, and he looked at me like I had a monkey crawling out of my brain.  “Georgia????? In the summer????  Are you mental???”  I guess I am.  But then again, I have had 4 lesions going on a double-date in my brain for quite some time now, so I am certifiably mental.  Maybe the lesions should consider moving in together...they seem to be getting along like gangbusters...let's move this relationship along now, shall we?

Maybe we can go to Savannah in September…

In other news, I still hate math.  Not as much as I did in the beginning, but the loathing is maintaining it's

formidable strength.  Jon is proving to be an excellent math teacher, although he still refuses to take bribes.  I don't understand: these bribes are very tempting. *wink wink nudge nudge*  Apparently I've married a prude when it comes to whoring myself out for numbers.

Update!

Sorry I’ve been such a neglectful blogger, or whatever the proper term is.  Life has been absolutely crazy lately.  

Not only did I go back to work on June 13^th, I had to go to Portsmouth, New Hampshire for work the week of the 20^th.  What an absolutely beautiful city.  A cute little town – it very much reminds me of Galena, IL or Toledo, Spain. 

Last week was also the final week of the 2 classes I was taking.  Thank goodness I scored an average of 99.85% between both classes.  WAHOO!!  I definitely needed to score well in those classes because now I’m taking a math class that has turned into the bane of my existence.  I hate math.  I abhor it.  I loathe it.  I detest it.  Get the picture?  I don’t understand why the heck I need to take math classes as a part of an organizational leadership degree.  People say that math develops good problem solving skills.  Well, honey, all my problems have nothing to do with math, I promise you.  Unless you want to do an equation of how many sperms does it take to get one MS gal successfully pregnant.  Frankly, you should take that problem to MIT and let me know when you get an answer.

I’m just wondering when I’m finally going to collapse with exhaustion.  Zzzzzzzzzz....

Other than school, I really have no life anymore.  Everything I do revolves around school.  I have so much TV filling up my DVR…*sigh* I’m going to have to start deleting shows just to make room for other stuff.  Well, perhaps I’ll start deleting Jon’s “Top Gear” episodes…I’m pretty sure he has every episode scheduled to record.  Really??  I like “Top Gear” as much as the next gal, and that’s really only because I find Richard Hammond absolutely adorable and Jeremy Clarkson terribly funny.  However, I don’t think he would miss a couple episodes, haha.