So many hundreds of messages to skim.

Yay Erin! Good to have that first behind you.

Today is our last day of school, after a week of doing nothing in class. DH has gone to Bobby's graduation because it takes place when I have to bring Brendon to school. Brendon's graduation thing is apparently closed to parents. Next year high school for Brendon and middle school for Bobby.

{{Sunil}} I know it's hard to strike a balance with the family, but you are doing a great job. Family is crazy making and you have to make your own decisions. It would be easier if you didn't care what your family thought and just did whatever you wanted to without considering your upbringing. It makes you a better man in my opinion that you do care and are considerate and understanding of their feelings.

My sisters and mother took belly dancing lessons. I have a DVD, but my dislike of my belly makes it not an option for me at the moment.

Birth control was a huge issue for me. BCPs gave me the deep black depression. My IUD came out, which well, just think labor pain. All the messy options were just yuck. DH#1 had a vasectomy to solve that issue. DH#2 and I wanted children, then stuff happened and children weren't an option. DH#3 and I wanted children so we didn't prevent it. Happy that I had such an early and uneventful menopause. Yay!

My son is pacing waiting for me to drive him to school. All year I had to drag him out of bed. The last week he now want to go to school.

Congrats Sean on getting past your fears!

Nora, what style of belly dancing are you taking?

hm, I don't know. Beginner? And up the street from where I live. I'll likely know more after I start. There wasn't a lot of research involved... just, "I need to exercise more- ooh! That dance studio up the street from me has belly dancing lessons for $15 a pop!"

Hey, I'm thinking about belly dancing classes this summer, too!

WHY am I up so early on the first day of summer vaca! Oh, yeah -- The Ick. And the Sunburn. I'm so glad I keep aloe vera gel in the fridge all year long.

Thanks for all the woo-hoo's! I'm already thinking about how I want to re-do my curriculum for nextyear...but I'm not gonna write anything down for two weeks. Summer vaca!

Oh, and Good Morning! Probably the last time y'all will see me most before 9 a.m. till August!

Oooh, refrigerated aloe vera sounds nice, and I don't even HAVE a sunburn. But memories make me go "oooh"...

Morning bitches! I'm supposed to go pick some stuff up for work, and the past few times it's been around 10, but this time, when I called to get a good time, she said not unitl 10:45! But I was already up and showered. So here I am, on b.org during the day! Madness.

An extra wooo-hoooo from me, Erin. Cause high school students=evil. And you lived. Go you!!!

I got my grade back on my Econ class. I bullied my teammates into a decent paper (gah that was a painful process), kicked ass on the final and pulled out a B+.

New class is "The American Experience since 1945". Should be interesting as long as we don't have to role play like my last history class. I did see in the syllabus that each week we have to write a summary explaining what we learned and "how we intend to use it". Ummmm, new knowledge of past events will hang out in my brain and make friends with odd facts about Jessica Simpson just doesn't appear to be what she wants.

Yay, Sean! Good for you!

{{{Hil}}} Tons of test~ma to you.

I got four boxes unpacked and all of the stuff put away last night. I ended up finding about twenty more journals. Whoever had the brilliant idea of giving them to a women's shelter, thank you; I am going to call them today and see if they will take a good chunk of them. Then I am going to see if I can find some cheap shelving for the rest of the books, because it would feel really good to be totally unpacked this time around.

FUCK.

My car broke down. Halfway to the store, so about 45 minutes from my house. In an insanely congested area. Picture the most congested urban area you can think of, and then remove 2/3 of the available space for that many cars. I tried to push the car onto a side street, but the side street was only one lane anyway, with two-way traffic (and a lot of that). Everybody was honking and gesticulating for me to get out of their way, and I'm like "I'M FUCKING PUSHING MY CAR!!!"

Finally an old man stopped to help me push, but even between us we couldn't quite get it up on the curb, so a young kid got off his motorcycle and helped.

Then I had to walk, carrying Mallory in the 100 degree heat, to the nearest main street, where 14 taxis refused to pick me up because it wasn't convenient for them to go to my neighborhood. Even with the baby it took me a long time to get a taxi.

Mind you, a cellphone would come in really handy about now, but I can't find where the DH put mine while I was gone.

Once at home, I had to call and get a tow truck, and another taxi so I could meet the tow truck. Doing this in a language I actually speak is hard enough - doing it in Greek was extremely frustrating for all parties involved.

Then back into Athens traffic in a taxi with a baby (in arms, no car seat) who is massively jet-lagging.

Analysis: I need to start drinking heavily.

I'm putting on more aloe vera as I post! Ahhhh.

Then I am going to research pontoon boat prices for an upcoming weekend at the lake, and then I am going to write at least two pages on my novel (becuase I feel like ass, but I want to set a habit), and then I will do...something, maybe nap, till I can pick my paycheck up at 2.

Woo and hoo.

Er...sorry, Raq! That sounds supremely serial-killer making.