Congratulations, you’ve been awarded a study abroad scholarship!  What a sweet way to start my day.  It’s not like I’m getting handed thousands of dollars to learn how to sprechen, but my program is throwing a couple Benjamins my way to lighten the load that feels pretty heavy given my penchant for going downtown every chance I get often.

T-Bone’s playing arts and crafts time in the kitchen currently, glueing some shit to a giant map of the world for some fundraiser for church.  If she’d like to move said map out of the way of the pantry, I could eat lunch, mmmkay?  Thanks.  Christmas carols are also wafting from the living room (Norman Rockwell ain’t got nothin’ on this family.) 

Later I will be baby-sitting my neighbor boys who I haven’t seen in eons.  They’ll probably be taller than me and think I’m the lamest person on earth, but whatever.  I changed them diapers once upon a time, ya hearrrd?  The worst part is, at least the older one has definitely learned how to tell time, so I can’t pull the old “OMG IT’S SO LATE, time for bed!” when the sun has barely set.  Yep, I was definitely that baby-sitter.  Should God have a lapse in judgment and have me bear kiddies, I will most certainly be that mother as well.

Ick, it’s basketball season.  I pure straight hate basketball. 

AND NOW KIDDOS, democracy in action.  Or at least an awesome example of where some very public bitching will get you: the hospital is canceling it’s dumb dumb dumb program to solicit donations from patients.  As avid, loyal readers of this, my dear blog baby, you are all well aware that I was not exactly a fan of the proposed plan.  I’m sure my well-thought, eloquent, and completely level-headed opinions against it were weighed heavily by the geniuses behind it.  HA.

It rained, meaning the outside of my car is clean, so I DETAILED the inside as well.  I hadn’t so much as vacuumed it since April.  There was still a bunch of grass and straw on the floor from when I mud-wrestled at VEISHEA (ohhhh boy, if I had only been blogging then!)  It also smells like cupcakes because I put in a brand spankin’ new air freshener.  So basically, I’ve been more productive today than I’ve been all week.  Go me!

I’m off to go make pie crust for the mother (she’s what one would call Pie Crus’tarded, and yes, that’s a real word.)  She’s going to make three pumpkin pies, for like, other people.  Pffffffffff.  What is this, the season of charity?!  Oh speaking of, I feel SO GUILTY when I go by those Salvation Army bell-ringers.  So I guess today I’m thankful for, you know, the stuff everyone’s usually thankful for.  Warm house/apartment, family, money, food, friends, real Charlie Brown-type stuff.  Oh, and the fact that KAYLA AND SAVANNAH are coming tonight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  See Mom, I do have female friends.

Driving alone in my car is my favorite thing to do of all time.  Yes, there is a lot of singing involved.  Also some talking to myself.  A lot of yelling obscenities at other drivers.

The universe knows that I’d take a loaf of bread or batch of muffins over chocolate any day, but how awesome are Twix bars? 

Did you know that the University of Michigan doesn’t have to make any budget cuts this year because of their methods of savings over the past six years?  Must be nice.

If marijuana is legalized (is this why you don’t want Grandma reading my blog, Mom?) at least when we one day get universal healthcare, the way the world should be, all the insurance workers can find employment in the multi-billion dollar pot industry.

You need to be reading this series in the New York Times: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/18/world/asia/18hostage.html. 

If Lil Wayne actually has to go to prison for a year in February, I am quite concerned for my mental health.  I love him.  He is hilarious.  If you have not yet watched VH1’s Behind the Music: Lil Wayne get on it.  His interview with Katie Couric before the Grammy’s?  Pure entertainment.  “I’m a gangsta, Ms. Katie.” 

And finally, a video that makes me laugh everytime (I also have a friend who does a spot-on impression of this)