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Book Learnin’

I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything.

And I also know that most of y’all haven’t even noticed I’ve been gone.

But that’s okay.  I have a good reason.

Now hold onto your hats…………..I’ve gone back to school.

Can you believe it??

The Mr. is married to a college girl.

Well, maybe girl is a bit of a stretch but, yes, he’s married to a college old lady!

Now, I know what most of you are thinking.

Why would Mish go back to school when she’s so stinkin’ smart already?

(I do have an actual paper that says I’m stinkin’ smart, right Jane?!  It’s all very official.)

But believe it or not, there are a few things I don’t already know so I figure college is a good place to learn ‘em.

I started back in March and was glad to know that a lot of my previous college credits transferred.  I was just 2 classes short of having the core curriculum under my belt.  Boy was that a relief.

So I quickly signed up for Earth Science and it was every bit as exciting as it sounds.

The other class I needed…..

Well, that’s the one that has tickled everyone in my family.

As a matter of fact, when I told the Mr. what class I needed, I thought he was going to have a stroke from all the laughing.  I mean, he was beyond tickled.

The class I needed…………

The class no 49-year-old woman should have to take……….

The class that brought so much joy to my dear husband……….

Well, that class was…………..PE.

Yep, Physical Education!!!

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Go ahead.

Get it out of your system.

I’ll wait.

Done?

Okay.

Thankfully, it wasn’t the full gym class I needed; just an hour elective.

But that led me to a question for my advisor: how in this WORLD do you take a gym class online?????

The Mr. was hoping that I had to log in and play dodge ball or some such over the interweb but, thankfully, that wasn’t how it worked.

No, the class was called Walk/Jog and I had to either walk or jog (clever, huh?!) and keep a record of it.

Lord-a-Mighty, I just about croaked before that class was over!

I got through it (barely) but this whole working full-time and going to school and keeping the house clean and cooking and taking care of a husband and two dogs has just pulled me in too many directions.

Something had to give.

So, sadly, the house, the cooking, and the husband are on their own! 🙂

At least this time around, school is going better than the last time.

No, not when I originally went to school 30+ years ago.

And, no, not when I went back and got my associates degree.

I’m talking about my most recent educational experience.

See, when we first got Taj, we enrolled him in obedience school.

We went once a week to class with a few other fur-students and their moms & dads.

It was great.

They learned to walk correctly on a lease.

They learned to sit on command

They learned to lay down on command.

They learned to greet other people and animals in a calm way.

They all did great.

There was just one problem student.

Was it the cute little cocker spaniel who threw up in the car every night before she got to class?

Nope.

Was it the precious little puppy who was so excited that it took forever for him to calm down?

Nope.

Was it the oh-so-fluffy pomeranian who thought he was the king of the world???

Nope.

It was that guy’s mom!!!

That’s right.

Me.

I was the one who got a “talkin’ to” from the teacher.

The teacher, I might add, who was only about 19 at the time.

Yes, that’s right.

I’m an obedience school failure!

Let’s hope that this time I live up to all that potential my teachers used to think I had.

~Mish~

 

Speedy Costello

Speedy Gonzales

I drive like a grandma.

I didn’t always but due to circumstances totally within my control, I’ve become the kind of driver that annoys even me!

I think it all started because I’ve been pulled over a time or two back in my younger days and the thought of a ticket scares me to death.

Plus when I lived in the Frozen Tundra, I stopped driving when the first snowflake fell (around August) and didn’t drive again until the thaw of July.

So now I’m just a Nervous Nellie out there on the road.

I’m sure you’ve passed me.

Probably while riding a skateboard, according to my beloved!

The last time the Mr. asked me to drive part of the way home from NY, when we switched back he said “Now we’ll make up some of the time we lost”.

Of course, in my defense, I failed to realize that to him, it’s a race!

I’m not sure who exactly we’re racing, but we’ve got to make better time than the other “contestants”.

But before you get too bad a picture of me in your head, let me assure you that I do go the speed limit (mostly).  And that’s because when Dad was teaching each of us kids to drive, he told us “if you can’t go at least the speed limit, you got no business behind the wheel” so I try to keep that in mind.

When I was in college a bunch of us decided to go out to the lake late one night.   At the time, Marti and I shared a car.

And by car, I mean a big car.

And by big car, I mean a great big car.

We had a blue 1976 Oldsmobile Cutlass.

cutlass

It was tricked out.

And by tricked out, I mean it had an 8-track player!

Very stylish for 1985.

So that night we loaded up in that big ole boat and took off.

Did I mention that the car had bucket seats in the front?

Did I also mention that we had 3 people crammed into those bucket seats?

And did I mention that the reason we had 3 people crammed into those bucket seats was because we had 5 or 6 people in the back?

As a matter of fact, one person was laying across all the others in the back.

But we were having fun so we took off.

That’s when I saw the blue lights.

I immediately start to tear up because I’m a world-class-crier and because, oh my goodness, what if Mom & Dad find out????

That’s when my friends started yelling at me to get out of the car and do NOT let the police man see all that gob of people in the car!

So ever one to give in to peer pressure, I hopped out of the car to “meet” the cop.

Did ya’ll know that the police don’t like when you hop out????

Well I sure didn’t!

I thought I was gonna get cuffed right then and there but once that police guy saw my tears, he gave me a warning and never did walk up to the car and see all those folks piled in there.

Needless to say, the trip to the lake was over and one of my friends drove us back to campus.  I was in no shape to drive what with all the tears.

And I’ve been a chicken driver ever since!

DISCLAIMERS:

#1 Let me just say here that there was absolutely NO alcohol involved in this stupid stunt; we were just THAT stupid!!!

and

#2 Marti was in no way involved in this incident.  She wasn’t even in the car and I’m quite sure she’s just now hearing this story for the first time.  And that’s mostly because at the time I was as scared of her as I was of Mom & Dad.  You see, Marti is a hitter.  Actually she’s more of a slapper. If you ever hear that girl say she’s slap happy, get the heck out of dodge!  Cause she does indeed slap when she’s happy!!!!  TRUST ME!!

Oh, and in case you were wondering, I’m fully aware that the little guy at the top is actually Speedy Gonzales but when Marc was a kid he called him Speedy Costello.

He also had a problem with “Sippity” Sam.

Yosemite Sam

Bless his heart!

~Mish~