March Ramblings

I heard an ad for a research study on the radio that was trying to recruit participants with "moderate" acne, which they defined as 20-50 "angry, red pimples" and 30-100 whiteheads or blackheads.  Currently on their face all at one time.  And that's moderate acne?  Holy crap, what does severe acne look like?

I'm so chubby omg I hate it.  But apparently not enough to stop eating.

So here's something to make me feel like a shlub.  More of a shlub.  Walking down the aisle at Sam's Club and I pass by this fit couple.  They're wearing their exercise gear, and their cart is full of Egg Beaters and turkey sausage and produce and I'm sure there was wheat germ and tofu hidden in there.  Who knows.  But it made me feel even more chubby as I pass by carrying a vat of Mrs Butterworth's and the jumbo box of granola bars.  I feel like we eat OK, not as good as we could, but not as bad. It's hard sometimes.  It's hard to find healthy food that's quick that everyone will eat.  And I swear food prices have gone up.  I am spending obscene amounts of money on groceries every month.

Northern Utah Model United Nations competition was last Saturday.  I am now officially finished with Saturdays until next October.  Woot!  This deserves a celebration.  I think I will sleep until 8:30 next Saturday.  Anyone who wakes me up will face my wrath.  Except that we are going camping, so maybe not.

We are going camping this weekend.  It's Spring Break.  Sean just went and got the trailer tonight.  It will be fun, but it will also be work.  Boo for the vacations that are more work than vacation, but yay for getting outside and campfire and hiking and bacon for breakfast.  

Grading my students' argumentation papers is driving me to drink.  Like seriously.  One girl was arguing that cheerleading should be considered a sport, and one of her reasons was that cheerleaders train as hard as or harder than any other sport.  She said that cheerleaders train 24/7, year round.  Really?  You guys train all day and all night, every day of the week?  Wow!  Dedication!  Sigh.  Methinks she doesn't know what 24/7 means.  Another girl wrote that she "literally died."  You sure about that, sweetie?  Blah.   There were some other unintentionally funny things, but dangit I don't remember what they were.

My Uncle Norm died last week.  It was a shock, especially since we had just received an invite to his birthday party.  How sucky for my aunt to be planning an 80th bday party one minute and a funeral the next. I went to the funeral on Thursday.  It was very nice, and I learned some neat things about him.  I also got to see cousins that I never see, and I thoroughly enjoyed that, even though I'm the most awkward person on the planet.  I got to go out to lunch with my mom, Katie, Scott, Wendy, and their kids after too, so that was a bonus.  Scott left to go back to work, and the rest of us sat around talking for a long time.  When I told Sean that, he said, "And Scott's kids were good that whole time??"  Yep.  They were complete angels.  Sean wants me to find out how they get them to do that.  Magic, I'm thinking.

I think I may finally be ready for a cool car.  I never really care what I drive.  My requirements are simple.  It has to be able to get me where I need to go, and at least one of our vehicles needs to be able to pull our monstrosity of a trailer.  And it has to have a working radio.  That's pretty much it.  I mean, I like a nice car and all... but the only car that I think is cool enough to actually drop more than like 5K on is a 57 Corvette, so... Yeah.  Sean and I were watching a Corvette auction on TV, and the one I want sold for well  over a million.  But the other day I was gassing up and a Mustang with a nice sexy engine came rumbling up, and I decided I might be ready to ditch the Suburban for something a lot more fun.