So sometimes I just have to sit back and laugh at the craziness that is my life.

Monday-can't really remember, must not have been too eventful. This is the day I started feeling ill.

Tuesday-woke up still congested, but it usually clears throughout the day.
1. I got to school late and so I had to wait in an aisle until someone left. I had one car swerve around me and deliberately cut me off to take a space I was waiting for. A second car pulled up next to me to do the same thing until I honked my horn, flung my arms and said a few expletives. "I'm older and I have more insurance." She backed down, I mean clearly I was waiting there. Of course then I was worried all day I'd go out to a car that had been keyed or had the tires slashed.
2. I worked all morning until about 1:00 on data analysis. The program crashed, I left to teach soccer, and returned at 3:30 to discover I lost all of my data analysis. My poster was due at 5:00.
3. I realized that none of my close friends from DCF would be around to celebrate my graduation, and then completely lost it. And, I have to miss a coldplay concert the same weekend. Oh, but it does get better.

Wednesday- Coughing a little worse. The best part of my week was having lunch with Erin Scott. I always enjoy are lunches together, and frankly am happy that she doesn't work in Greenville anymore so that we can have lunch. At house church we did high's and lo's. I didn't walk to talk because I didn't want to admit how upset I was/ still am. The high was no problem, of course that was surprising Suzanne for her 30th. That was huge!! Well the low was Tuesday and all the sorrow it brought. Until Thursday came.

Thursday- No better in the morning, but today was Skye and Lisa's baby shower. Meaning CAKE. Oh how things were already looking up. I made a baked brie with puff pastry. As the pastry thawed I unrolled it and it split. I thought no biggie, I'll just press it together. It seemed to work ok until it cooked and then really split. Not using my brain AT ALL, I put the cheese on a plate and held it steady until I arrived at campus. In the Brooks center lot there was no parking spaces. It was noon, the party started at noon. All of sudden my hand started getting warm. Yep, cheese, overflowing through the bottom of the foil. I dashed over to the loading dock, ran upstairs washed off, and luckily brought a few paper towels down to my car because cheese began to ooze out everywhere. I cleaned the car, grabbed everything and had to walk through one building to the other. When I got up stairs, I noticed the cheese dripping everywhere. So, standing right by the bathroom, I ran in, grabbed handfuls of paper towels and proceeded to wipe cheese off from the side of the plate into the trash. I tried to make it look as nice as possible and then ran over to the party covered in cheese stained jeans. But there was cake, and it was oh so good. white cake, raspberry filling and cream cheese frosting, mmmmmmm! Run home, clean up, go to soccer.
2. Now; try to picture how two people need to be standing in order for one of them to take a knee directly into the thigh. Not just take a knee, but take a knee so hard that it knocks you over. Ok, so now I can't walk a step without pain. Did I mention I need to run 3.5 miles that evening and 5 on Saturday. Well 3.5 didn't happen, but ice and advil did.

Friday- Oh Friday, why did you ever come? Why did I even get out of bed for you?
1. The answer to that came late in the day, but let's start with the morning. It's evident that I still can't run. Rob's lab was so terribly boring, or maybe I was just way too tired. Didn't sleep well again, and so I just had trouble staying awake. I should have had coffee instead of tea. We did get out early, about 10:20. GREAT! I had time to run to the store and get the dulce de leche and eggs I needed for my chocolate turtle cake. I also needed chocolate extract but didn't think I'd find it. Bloom, no dulce de leche, so I leave and head towards walmart. They have more food in the mexican section anyway. 2.Completely zoned, did I say lack of sleep, I see a cop on the other side of the highway, watch him complete the uturn then turn on the lights. Surely not me, there were other people in front of me. Damn, it was me, being pulled over for speeding for the first time in my life. Really, as per my status earlier in the week, I just felt numb. Was there any reason you were traveling 70 in 55. No, absolutely no reason other than the fact that I'm just tired, numb, can't even pay attention to the details of my odometer because I'm thinking, walmart, cake, post office, poster, time sheet, questionnaire, edits, seminar, finish cake, go to Leslie's house, make movie arrangements. So what did I say, geeze, I thought I had passed the 65 sign (because that justifies going 70). He asked, um so there is no emergency that you need to get to. No sir, I'm really sorry but I am completely zoned out. So he said let me see what I can do. So while he conferred with his partner I just about fell asleep on the side of the road. Probably would have helped my case out a little bit, either that or he would have thought I was on drugs and arrested me. Well in the end I was handed a ticket, but he was very nice about it and gave me 64 instead of 70, and that alone saved me $100. Anyone know exactly where I need to go? I know it's on Tiger Blvd somewhere. Oh yeah, and walmart didn't have what I needed anyway.
3.Very frustrated at this point, I forced myself to go to Bilo. Lo and behold they had the canned dulce de leche. At that point I realized had I taken the 93 exit 45 minutes ago, I would not be making cake that was now worth over $100. But I go home to begin anyway. I start to let Sydney out and happen to glance down to the recycling bin. Right there on top was the egg carton. EGGS!!!! I forgot to get eggs. I gather what wits I have left, throw Syd in the car and head to the shell station up the road. Nope, so I buck up and go back to bilo to get some eggs.
4. I baked the cake in time to run to the post office and get to campus for seminar. After the presentation I get my time sheets done and come home and ice the cake before dinner.

That's when things started turning up. Even though I forced myself to go hang with some girls for the evening, I'm glad I did. I probably only went because I had to deliver a cake, but it was good to laugh. After this week it was great to laugh, and even though none of them could see the strain on my face, or maybe they could and didn't call me on it, I had fun. Later that night I received a phone call from a friend. During that call I told her of a possible birthday trip. Then she asked me to send her some dates because her university has a loft in New York. How great is that. So I suppose it is possible for flower to emerge from a field of weeds. I get to spend tomorrow night with this same friend and I'm really looking forward it.