This is it, the last blog post out of the month-long blog-posting assignment. As much as I liked doing it, I'm kind of happy it's over. It was a little difficult to keep up with. Luckily, I'm good at rambling, so it didn't take me very long to write my posts, which were usually just a paragraph about my day that day. I really enjoyed doing the posts. It actually did make the other writing projects go smoother and it even helped me when I had to write in my other classes. I'm not gonna lie, I'm pretty lazy so I probably won't post in here again, unless it's required or I'm getting writer's block. But, I'm really glad that I found something to help me when I do get blocked. This assignment has been eye-opening and very helpful. I'm thankful Ms. A knows how to teach us new stuff without it feeling like we're learning. Almost every time I write now, it just seems to flow right out of me. Even if I stop, it's a lot easier than it used to be to get back going. I think the hardest thing about doing this assignment was remembering that it's an assignment and not my personal diary and to keep things appropriate. There were a few times I had to make some sacrifices to the story or just find something completely different to write about, because I didn't think it would be appropriate. As I've said, over-all I am immensely pleased with this assignment and I do feel that it has helped me grow as a writer.

I found the fifty-five fiction that I wrote!

Peer Pressure
By: Tory Jo Naugle (my maiden name)


"Come on Laura. It's not gonna hurt anything. No one has to know."
"No Brad."
"Please! It's not like we have anything better to do."
"NO!"
"Brad angrily stomped out of the bedroom and down the hall. All Laura heard was, "Mom! Laura won't play with me!"

I thought it was cute! Anywho, now I'm going to give a quick run down of my eventful weekend. Friday night, Bobby went out with some friends. At eleven that night, I went to pick him up, but he wasn't ready to leave. So, I stayed for a few more hours and we had lots of fun while Evelynn stayed the night at Bobby's mom's. Today, we went to the pumpkin patch, carved a bunch of pumpkins, and then had a bonfire. Tomorrow, I am making a toddler-sized scarecrow and decorating my yard. I'm so excited and I've had a great weekend! I hope everyone else did too!

So, Bobby is out tonight and I am Evelynn-free. He went out with some work friends to get drunk and see some undiscovered band play awful music. I opted to stay home instead of not enjoying the show, staying sober, and freezing my butt off while escaping outside for a smoke. But, because he wants to drink, I have to go pick him back up later, which means Evelynn gets to stay the night at Grammy's! I am in desperate need of a break from her. She's had a cold for over a week and doesn't want anyone but me. It gets old... fast. It'd be fine if she just wanted me to hold her, but she wants to climb all over me and beat me up too. It's really not been fun. I think the hardest part about my night will be actually staying up long enough to go back to downtown Springfield and pick Bobby up. I'm getting drowsy right now, with the only noise in the house coming from me typing these very words. I haven't sat in this much quiet for this long in... I don't even remember. Welcome to parenthood! Ha ha!

Some more fifty-five fiction for tonight's post:

Malice Aforethought
By: Mike Phillips


"You stuck him good, Zack. TIght between the ribs. Beautiful." Bobby shifted, wincing as the handcuffs pinched.
"Whaddy mean, I stuck him?" grunted Zack, his knees against the cage. "I tried to stop you!"
"Why, you filthy liar-"
The officer peered into his rear-view mirror. "Hey, pal, who you talkin' to back there?"

I think this one is funny and gives a good way to plead insanity if ever I am arrested.

That Settles That
By: Terry L. Tilton


Tom was a handsome, fun-loving young man, albeit a bit drunk when he got into the argument with Sam, his roommate of just two months.
"You can't. You can not write a short story in just 55 words, you idiot!"
Sam shot him dead on the spot.
"Oh, yes you can," Sam said, smiling.

This one gets a little dark, but the little booklet I have of these stories doesn't have much to offer.

I am going to type out some stories that fall under one of my favorite genres: Fifty-five Fiction. Fifty-five Fiction is stories that are told in fifty-five words or less and usually have some kind of twist at the end of them.

Bedtime Story  By: Jeffrey Whitmore

"Careful, honey, it's loaded," he said, re-entering the bedroom.
Her back rested against the headboard. "This for your wife?"
"No. Too chancy. I'm hiring a professional."
"How about me?"
He smirked. "Cute, but who'd be dumb enough to hire a lady hit man?"
She wet her lips, sighting along the barrel. "Your wife."

See what happened there? It's good, right? Let's try another one.

The Understudy  By: Sheree Pellemier

"The show must go on," said the director when the star dropped dead moments before act one. The star, not the understudy, would play the corpse tonight.
The understudy changed quickly. His performance was inspired. The star was flawless in his final role.
The understudy, fingering the syringe in his pocket, bowed to thunderous applause.

Not all of them are so dark. I'll try to find a better one to write tomorrow, and maybe I'll even dig out the one I wrote in high school. Ha!

So, I'm pretty excited about all of my shows coming back on. I watch a lot of TV. I'm not exactly proud of it, but I don't have much else going on right now anyways. Well, I have less than I used to, and it's given me a lot of free time. I have read all of the books I own, some of them two or three or more times. And it's a lot of books. I'm a huge Nora Roberts fan. It actually makes it kind of difficult to read any other author, because I feel like I'm cheating. Ha ha! I've recently just started the Harry Potter books again for the billionth time and I still love reading them! But, my all-time, most favorite book is Summer Sisters, by Judy Blume. It's one of her few adult only books. I read that book every time I start hitting rock bottom in life and every time I feel like I'm on top of the world. It's almost like the book grounds me somehow and makes me feel better. I don't know why. It really is an amazing book and the characters in it are so honest and feel so real. I know at least one person like every single character in the book and it's so easy to identify with all of them. Just writing this is making me want to read the book again. Ha!

Today, instead of writing about how incredibly busy my day was, I am going to write one of Evelynn's favorite stories, which I have memorized, because I read it every night at least once.

Put Me in the Zoo
By: Robert Lopshire


I want to go into the zoo.
I want to see it, yes I do.

Why did they put me out this way?
I should be in, I want to stay.

Just wait and see what I can do.
Look! Now all his spots are blue!

And now his spots are orange! Say,
He looks very good that way.

Now look at this! What do you see?
Spots as green as green can be!

Violet spots! Say, you are good!
Do more! Do more!
We wish you would.

I can do more.
Look! This is new!
Blue, orange, green,
and violet too.

Oh! They would put me in the zoo,
if they could see what I can do.

We like all the things you do!
We like your spots, we like you too.

But with all the things that you can do,
the circus is the place for you!

Yes! This is where I want to be.
The circus is the place for me!

We went to Mansfield today to visit with some family. The first place we went was Bobby's grandparents. They are our favorite people! Grandma just got out of the hospital. I guess she had allergies, that turned into a cold, that turned into some kind of infection. She's on all kinds of medications now, but she's home and not contagious anymore, so that's good. I love her so much and I hate when she goes to the hospital and we can't go see her. Grandma and Grandpa are veterans and the closest hospital they are allowed to go to (unless it's an emergency) is in Columbia, which is a couple of hours away. She seems to be doing fine as long as she stays sitting. Bobby's aunt and cousin showed up over there too, and his uncle and other aunt. So that took care of a lot of the visiting. The next person we went to see was Bobby's dad. Bobby and Evelynn usually stay there with him, but I wanted to see my parents while we were out there, and they really only care about seeing Evelynn. I wanted Bobby to come with me, because I've been having a bit of a strained relationship with them for a couple of months. We had a lot of fun during the visit though and Evelynn was unusually good. Now, we're all home, exhausted, and starting to feel sick again. Ugh. Oh well, at least we had a pretty great day!

Wow! I feel so much better today! Bobby does too and he even wants to go to the gym with me later. That's pretty amazing, because he's a huge geek and despises anything that makes him sweat more than necessary. Ha ha! Evelynn is doing pretty good too and I think she'll be fine to take to the daycare. If she starts freaking out, I'm making Bobby stay with her. I am with her all week and I haven't been to the gym in days, so I'm not giving it up now. Ha ha! I'm not even totally sure he is going to come, in which case he and Evelynn can just stay here. When I told him I was going today he said,"Cool! I think I want to come with you... but not right now." And then he ran back off to the computer room. I'm trying not to get my hopes up, but I am actually waiting on him to go. I just hope I don't wait all day for nothing.

I think I am getting sick now. And so is Bobby's mom. She's got whatever Bobby has and I've got Evelynn's. My nose is all stuffed up and I can't stop sneezing. I can feel my throat getting scratchier by the minute. I'm definitely not going to the gym today. Thanks to Evelynn getting sick, I didn't go yesterday either. But, all of the home-remedies I did yesterday seemed to work on Evelynn pretty well, so they should work for me too. I've got to get better soon, because between taking care of an incredibly needy toddler all day yesterday and not being well today, I'm starting to fall drastically behind in my homework and housework. It's getting scary. I get really stressed out when I get behind in homework. When I'm behind in school, cleaning my house seems like a waste of time, but I just can't stand it to be so dirty after I got so used to cleaning it every day! I'll make it through. A few bad days isn't going to set me behind for the rest of the semester, right?

Bobby and Evelynn are both sick. Bobby has a very upset stomach and diarrhea. Evelynn has allergies, that turned into a cold, and she had a slight fever for about an hour today. We've all been drinking hot tea with honey, though I'm cooling Evelynn's down and putting a lot of milk or water in it. All we have eaten is soup, crackers, toast, and other healthy things sick people are supposed to eat. I'm giving Evelynn medicine every four hours, switching back and forth between ibuprofen and a quarter-sized dose of children's allergy medicine. It seems to be helping a lot, but I still feel really bad for Evelynn. It's so sad when babies are sick, because they just feel terrible and they don't understand why. On the plus side, I keep giving her peppermints for her sore throat and she thinks she's getting candy. Ha ha! I just hope I'm not getting sick next...

So, I have had a pretty amazing day. After sleeping poorly for most of the night, Evelynn and I gave up and got out of bed at 6:30 this morning. I then had to dig out my coffee pot to make coffee, which led to me washing the dishes. This is actually not a part of my day that I enjoyed, because only half of my sink is usable because my garbage disposal is broken and not draining on that side very well and my landlord's plumber has yet to call me after waiting over a week. Anyways, I did the dishes and made coffee. Then, we got dressed for the gym and daycare. This was Evelynn's first time at the daycare and she was so good! I was so relieved when the woman in charge said she was great, because my little spawn has quite the temper. She immediately started playing with all of the kids and toys. The first thing she did was hug a baby, which scared the baby a little I think because it started kind of whining, then she patted his back and asked if he was okay. It was adorable! Then I got my exercise on with my mommy-in-law and came back home to catch up on homework while Evelynn caught up on her beauty sleep. Later that day, we went back to the community center with Bobby and his little brother Benji. Me and Evelynn swam in the pool while the guys climbed the rock wall. Actually, before going to the center, we played outside for a while and I got pretty tired out, which led to even further exhaustion at the pool. I'm pretty pooped right now, but I had such a great day!

Well, I was supposed to go to the gym today, but I slept in. I feel awful! Bobby's mom, Kim, wanted to go with me really badly! I didn't mean to sleep in and I wanted to go. We used to go together when we lived in Mansfield and it was so much fun! The community center here in Ozark is so much better than Mansfield's too. All Mansfield had was a reception-type room, a basketball court, and small gym. Ozark's has a court, a pool with lazy river and splash-pad, rock climbing, a track, all sorts of classes for kids and adults, daycare, and I'm sure even more. If we used to have fun at in Mansfield, just think of all the fun we could have here! She's one of my best friends. She's actually one of the only four adults that I know in Ozark, which also includes Bobby, his sister Brianna, and my neighbor Jacquie. I talked to Kim though, and I swore to get up early tomorrow morning and go with her. I'm so excited!

Oh my goodness! I don't know how, but my house is trashed. It looks like we had the party here instead of at Bobby's mom's. My dishes are piled up, my laundry is over-flowing, and I can't even find my dining-room table, kitchen counters, or living-room floor. I just don't understand. Cleaning is going to be fun. I have to go to Bobby's mom's to watch his little brother while she's at work until Bobby gets off of work and can watch. Then I have to go home and clean like a mad woman so that my house looks like a house by the time our friend Lacey gets there. She's coming over because she missed Evelynn's party yesterday and wants to give her a tri-cycle. She's bringing another little girl that is two and her boyfriend's baby. I love babies! Correction, I love babies that aren't mine and that I don't have to raise into the heathen toddler years and can just return to the parents when I don't want them anymore. Don't get me wrong, I love Evelynn and I love being her mom, but that doesn't mean I don't thoughtfully and carefully plan my escape at least once a week. That girl is a handful! She looks just like my mother. Red hair, same nose and eyes, same fat feet. You know that saying "paying for your raising?" Well, I am apparently paying for my mother's raising. To quote the woman herself, "That poor kid. She's raising me, and that's something I didn't wish on any of my children." I am not at all happy about this. It's just not fair. Ha ha!

I had so much fun at Evelynn's birthday party! Everyone agreed it was way better than last year, although I have to say that last year's was probably more memorable. Allow me to provide a little back-story- Evelynn was born the day before Bobby's birthday. Last year, I was working on Evelynn's birthday and so I had the party the next day on Bobby's birthday. Because it was his birthday, Bobby refused to help me with anything at all. I don't think he realized how bad I was stressing out, because I'm usually pretty good at hiding it. I don't want anyone to think I've bitten off more than I can chew, because I'm proud and stubborn to a fault. The party was at our house, which was way too small for the amount of people that came. Luckily, Bobby's grandparents lived next door, which meant more room for people to not be all together and celebrating the first year of the first great-grandchild for Bobby's grandparents/first grandchild for Bobby's parents/mine and Bobby's first child. I also tried to do a pot-luck type thing, but trying to organize that was awful and then all of the food also wasn't all in the same house either. I was trying to make a cake, make a lasagna, decorate my house, entertain guests, and take care of presents. Did I mention that I'm really bad at hostessing and planning parties? It was total mayhem all day long. This year was so much better. I made cake, bought chips and salsa, and ordered pizza. We didn't go over-board with the presents and we had the party at Bobby's mom's where there is a lot more room in the house, a humongous yard with lots of activities for everyone to do, and plenty more parking space. I think I learned from my mistakes. Ha! Maybe next year will be even better!

I have learned, by taking this class, that I am a slightly closed-minded person. I have been very pessimistic about most of our assignments in this class, but have ended up enjoying a lot of them. I forgot how much I like to write and I'm glad this class has reminded me. I really didn't want to do a blog post every day for the next few weeks, but I have found that I actually like doing them. It's a good way to clear my head out and then I can focus on doing my math better or reading my history book. I didn't want to do the workshop thing either, but I ended up enjoying a lot of what I read. Lastly, I didn't want to do the credo essay, because there is honestly not a whole lot I believe in and certainly not enough for me to write three to four pages about, but I came up with something and ended up writing a lot more than I thought I would! This class has put the fun back into writing for me. I don't know if I'm just taking it at the right time in life, or if the class set-up is really just that good, or if it's a combination of both, but I'm grateful! I feel challenged and the assignments aren't just straight-out-of-the-book kind of assignments. I'm not writing about something I've had to do a hundred times and it's making me more creative in my whole life. I am really loving it!

My mouse is dead and it makes me so sad! Here I was, sitting at my desk and trying to read some homework, and I noticed a smell. I thought to myself, "That's not the normal 'time to clean the mouse cage' smell. I looked over at his cage and he was dead underneath his squeaky wheel. I poked him to be sure and then I was so sad! I feel awful! I kept forgetting to feed him for the past couple of days, but I kept checking his water and it was fine. Plus, he had empty toilet paper rolls to munch on, so I thought he was fine. But, he wasn't fine. And now I'm sad.  I moved his cage into the kitchen, put his body in a baggie, put the body-baggie into a tupperware bowl and lidded it, then I cleaned and disinfected his cage and everything. I texted Bobby to tell him and I told him that we need to bury him. Mr. Mouse was part of the family. He added character to us as a whole and now he's gone. He deserves more than an off-brand, quart-sized baggie stuffed into some VERY cheap tupperware and then thrown into the garbage. So, when Bobby gets home and before we do anything else, we are going into the back yard and digging a hole to bury Mr. Mouse in. I might be over-reacting, but I really do feel so guilty. He was my responsibility and I over-estimated the durability of being a common field mouse.

Well, it's been pretty tough trying to get ahead on my homework this week. Mostly just because I hate doing it and it's really hard to make myself do things that aren't due when I could be doing different productive things that actually seem to make a difference in my life, such as cleaning. I have been cleaning a lot. On the plus side, though, I have almost my entire house immaculate for Sunday. I'm just nervous, because there will be a lot of people here that have never been here before. Last year on Evelynn's birthday party, I had all of the important rooms clean and I didn't care about the bedrooms. But, last year I worked and it was understandable why I wouldn't have my whole house squeaky. This year I am not working and I am home all day long. Yes, I do go to school, but that really doesn't take up as much of my time as I let people believe. It can, I just lucked out this semester with my classes and the teachers. I have plenty of work to do, but it doesn't take me near as long as it used to to do it. Probably because I'm not near as busy as I used to be. And I have now come full circle. Anyway, I need to clean out my garage SUPER badly. It is just crammed full of crap, and most of it was stuff that was just here when we moved in. Bobby and I have plans to spend a good deal of the day Saturday cleaning it out. I think we should just find out where the dump is, borrow somebody's truck, and take care of it that way. It would certainly be easier, but it's not the right way to do it. Oh well. Who knows, we could find some pretty great stuff!

It stormed for most of the day today. I love storms! I just wanted to cuddle on the couch all day with my little family and watch TV. Unfortunately, that didn't get to happen. Bobby had to go to work, Evelynn only likes to be cuddled when she's sleepy, and I had too many things to do today. I did watch more TV than usual, but I didn't have to spend as much time cleaning or doing homework because I got a jump-start on it last night. In fact, I would have posted this last night if I had had anything to write about. (Not that I'm writing about much right now.) Tomorrow I'm going to go through all of Evelynn's toys so that she has room for more on her birthday. I feel like I just went through them before we moved, but somehow it needs to be done again. I think I'm going to have to be more ruthless. I have a plan, though. Because it's so hard for me to do anything while she's awake, I'm going to move all of her toys out of her bedroom before she goes to sleep, then I can go through them while she naps. You know, I really feel sorry for anyone that has to read my posts. I know my life is boring and tedious to read about, but it's pretty interesting to me. I just can't write about the REALLY interesting stuff, because most of it would not be school appropriate. I realize we are at a college level, but most of the people in a COMP 1 class are fresh out of high school and still pretend to have "delicate ears/eyes." I personally don't really care if what I'm reading really has a filter at all or not.

I've spent a pretty good part of my day so far doing math. I mostly enjoy math and I am fairly decent at it. I am considerably worse at it now than I was in high school. Partly because I haven't taken a math class since my junior year of high school and partly because math is really hard for me to learn online. I'm doing a lot better than I expected, but not as well as I would in an actual classroom. I do  have to say that the teacher I got this semester is considerably better than the one I got in spring semester. This teacher actually seems to care if we learn or not and gives us every oppurtunity to learn it. She even invited me to bring my kid with me to her office at the school if I ever need extra help. That's a good teacher right there. All of my teachers would be willing to help at their office if I needed, but I highly doubt all of them would allow me to bring my toddler along. And she's the one that suggested it! It almost made me want to go meet her at her office just so that I can give her a hug and tell her "Hey! Thanks for understanding and being so kind!" You know who else I greatly appreciate right now? My daughter Evelynn, for being so good (for the most part) all day and letting me do homework. I don't even know how many pages of paper I used to do my math and then I had to type in the answers. My hands are cramping up pretty bad now, so I'm gonna get off of here!

I am so stressing out right now! My schoolwork calender is completely full. There is at least one assignment due every single day for the next 3 weeks. Most of those days have more though. Evelynn's birthday party is the 21st and she is turning two, so I have tons of party planning to do, which is something I'm really not very good at. Bobby's birthday is the next day, but thank God he's to anti-social to want a party for himself too. I tried that last year, throwing a party for him and Evelynn at the same time because I only had one day off from work. It was awful. I had no help, I had to cook for around 40 people, wrap TONS of presents, clean my house and yard, decorate, and then clean up after them. And do you want to know what I got out of it? A lot of complaints. "It's too hot for a birthday party." "Your house isn't big enough." "You didn't do a very good job of organizing." "You need to do this and you need to do that." Well, you know what? There was nothing to be done about the heat, because it's summer-time. My house wasn't big enough, but I didn't have to money to rent somewhere, so deal with it. And lastly, I had no idea what I was doing and all I could do was my best. If you want a better party, plan it yourself next time. I'm bad at it. This year, there won't be near as many people, it won't be on Bobby's birthday so he'll actually help, and we are ordering pizza. I'm just trying to figure out time-management as best I can, because I have one very busy week ahead of me.

Well, Evelynn is in her terrible twos. She has been near impossible to get to do anything for the past few days. When trying to put her to sleep a little bit ago, she screamed until she started dry-heaving and then screamed some more. I don't understand what I'm supposed to do and I don't understand why she is doing it. She was up until 12:30 last night. You know what time we lay her down in her bed? 7:30. That's four straight hours of her screaming and Bobby and I taking turns trying to get her to sleep or just straight up trying to ignore her. The problem with ignoring her altogether is that she starts purposefully hurting herself so that we will give her attention. And of course it works, because we can't just not make sure she's okay. So, I have to go check on her, because Bobby is too much of a sucker not to baby her. The only reason why I'm not such a sucker is because I have to deal with her all day, so I'm kind of used to it. But trust me when I say, there is no "getting used to" her new behavior. I declared last night that I don't want anymore children. Why on earth would I want to go through this again? I'm not even sure I'll make it through it this time. Why chance not making it the next time if I do?

Whew! I am so exhausted! I have had an incredibly busy couple of days. As I have already written in a previous post, I am working on being better at keeping my house clean and being productive throughout the day now that I no longer work. Well today I wasn't even home enough to clean. We got up this morning and immediately after snuggling on the couch for little bit with Evelynn (it's our post-wake-up routine) we started getting ready to go to a baby shower. Well of course things had to happen before and on our way there. Evelynn kept pooping, then she got her clothes dirty (from food, not poop), then I couldn't find things like my wallet and whatnot. Finally, we got out on the road and Bobby wants to stop at a gas station. Well, the first one didn't have what he wanted, so we had to go out of our way to stop at another one. Then we almost got lost on our way to the baby shower and had to turn around... twice. After we arrived, we had lots of fun hanging out with Bobby's co-workers and their significant others. We left there after a couple of hours, got lost on the way home, and then put Evelynn to sleep once we got home. Bobby then suggested that I go to Walmart while she was asleep so that I wouldn't have to deal with either of them while I tried to shop, which I felt was a wonderful idea. He usually wants to go with me, which means Evelynn will have to go, which means I'm pretty much just going to be chasing around two grumpy toddlers. Bobby hates being around strangers. I don't know why he always wants to go. Ha ha! Before going shopping, I hit up a few yard sales and found Bobby's birthday present! I'm so excited! It's perfect for him! I can't say what it is, because I don't trust him not to read this, but I know he's gonna love it! In fact, he just came up behind me and started reading. Anyways, Walmart was a mad house and I ended up forgetting most of the stuff I was supposed to get. After shopping, we went to a campground in Branson where Bobby's grandparents, mom, and little brother are staying. That place was awesome! We went swimming, played on some animal statues and jungle-gym, sang karaoke, and roasted hot dogs and marshmallows. Evelynn had the most fun of all I think. She was quite the little ham during karaoke when she was dancing and flirting with people. It was so stinking cute! Now, we are home, Evelynn is in bed, and I am just about finished with all of my homework for tonight. Time to go watch some "Orange is the New Black!"

I just got done writing my reading response discussion post. I'm pretty sure I didn't answer all of the questions that I was supposed to answer, but I didn't really feel like some of the questions applied to how I felt about the essay. There was nothing I disliked about the essay itself, but I did name something the essay made me think of (which answers a question, sort of) that I don't like. I don't know if that counts. I did my response over "Be Cool to the Pizza Delivery Dude." I should have included in my post how thankful I am that I have never been hired to deliver anything. I have applied for some, but I pretty much just hoped and prayed that I didn't get them. I am terrible at following maps and it usually takes me a really long time before I really know my way around anywhere. Needless to say, if I did get a delivery girl job, I would be fired pretty quickly, because everyone would get their food free for it being late. On another topic, I am getting better at housewife stuff. Today I not only washed and dried laundry, but I folded and put away a bunch of it. Plus, I cleaned the living-room, dining-room, kitchen, bathroom, and office in less than 2 hours. I'm kind of proud of myself. Bobby is very impressed, because he has came home to the house being mostly clean every day this week. That hasn't happened in a very long time. Ha ha! On the down-side, he's gonna be home all weekend, which means I'll be right back where I started on Monday. Oh well, at least now I'm getting better at it. Yay, me! ;)

Today was significantly better than yesterday. Evelynn hardly made a mess or cried at all today, I got my refund from the school, and then I went out for sushi with Bobby when he got home. I'm in such a good mood, it's not even irritating me that my mouse is squeaking very loudly on his wheel right next to me. It's actually really cute, too cute to get angry about. Ha ha! He needs a new cage REALLY badly. I broke one side of the glass in this one a few weeks ago while cleaning it. Then I just taped it a super lot and pretended it didn't happen. But, it does make it harder to clean now. We're gonna buy him a friend, so he really needs a bigger cage anyways. We got one from Bobby's mom, but the screen on the lid is broken, so we're a little concerned he might escape. Okay, I give up. We need to buy some WD-40 for that dang wheel before we lose our minds... Also, I need to clean my office. It's trashed. Just my desk is clean. Bobby's desk and the entire rest of the room is trashed. I'm really bad at being a housewife, I think. I know I'm doing better than I used to do when I didn't work, but it's only because I'm used to being so busy. When I did work and go to school and take care of my family all at the same time, it was a lot easier to make myself clean the house, because I didn't have time to do it another time. All of my other time was already spoken for, therefore I just had to do it. Now, I have almost nothing but free-time and I can't make myself be productive enough for my house to be as spotless as I know it should be for the life of me. I'm just too busy soaking up being lazy.

Yesterday was an awful day. Evelynn, my daughter, and I hardly got any sleep. She is getting her 2-year-old molars and it's really messing with her, which means it's messing with me too. Every time she wakes up, I have to get up too. If she has a terrible, frustrating day, so do I. So, yesterday was awful. I got close to 4 hours of sleep (maybe less), Evelynn did nothing but cry and scream, make it close to impossible for me to do math homework, and make messes all day long. At one point, we were outside and I was on the phone. I felt something kind of tickle my thigh (it's probably worth mentioning I was wearing long, bright yellow sweat pants). So, I just shook my leg a little bit thinking it was a fly or something. It was not. All of a sudden, I felt something bite the crap out of me on the back of my thigh, just under my butt. All I could think was, SPIDER!!! We're standing in my front yard, I'm yelling on the phone to hang on or I'll just call back in a minute, I'm freaking out and that makes Evelynn freak out, and I just yank my pants down right there. It was a gigantic bee. Then I had to limp into the house while trying to get my dog and daughter to follow me. I got the stinger out of my leg, doctored it with some baking soda concoction, and put a dress on. Then I continued to fight with Evelynn until that evening when her father came home. We all went outside after he got home and my dress was scrunched up. While I tugged it down, my husband (Bobby) says, "That dress is pretty short. I'll bet the neighbors liked that." To which I replied, "Don't worry, they got a lot more of a show earlier this afternoon!"

The typology test told me that I am type ESFJ. What the Jung Indicator said about my writing style is pretty much all true. The more personal to my own experiences, the more I have to write about and the easier it flows. When I get blocked, I usually will take a break and be social for a while. It helps to clear my head and I can organize my thoughts better afterward. Oddly, my learning indicators were almost all way off from how I like to learn. While I do prefer structure while learning, and I also prefer to receive pertinent information, I do not prefer to do things as a group and I certainly do not enjoy the group discussions. For me, learning is all business and being social is separate. I know this sounds harsh, but I don't particularly care if someone has a different opinion than me or not. It's their inalienable right and I'm perfectly fine with it. I don't like to study in groups either. It's distracting and I don't remember near as much. I'm a social person, but not when I'm trying to get things done. 

-Tory Cubellis