No, random is NOT my middle name...why do you ask?

So I was doing something online yesterday that required that I enter my home phone number. I totally blanked and had to call my mom and ask what my own phone number was. That’s pretty sad, seeing as I’ve had that same number for the past five years. My mom just sighed and I could hear her rolling her eyes at the other end of the phone.

Remind me never to take “Financial Management for Non-Profits” ever again. Not that I would have to (unless, god forbid, I failed it) but it’s been the most miserable six weeks of my graduate school life, and there’s still two more to go. I’m not going to remember any of this stuff, and so I fear that one day, I’ll be the Executive Director of some non-profit and my accountant will look at me as the Pointy Haired Boss from Dilbert. Because seriously, this class could have been taught in Farsi and I would have probably understood just as much.

It seems like my friends in the blog-world have all had a crappy week. I can’t say that mine has been that bad, but of course there are a few things I wish were better or different. One in particular I wish was SO different, but this is one instance when I realize that I have absolutely no control over what happens, and I have to accept that and do what I can in the meantime. Even if most of the time, I don't know what to do. It goes against every fiber of my being to have to accept that, but I’m making a valiant attempt. And no, it has nothing to do with dealing with horrible spellers or people who insist on saying “ain’t.” Although I’m going to have to come to terms with those things eventually. Just not right now.

Anyway. As a remedy for a crappy day/week/life, Cheryl recommends drinks and desserts. Kendra recommends vodka, grilled cheese sandwiches, mix cds and cigarettes. MY recommendation is playing in the sandbox.

As you may or may not know, um, my job? Is sometimes not that demanding. To top it off, my boss was out of town this week, meaning I did some art projects, homework for school, stuff related to my recently acquired second job, cd-burning, and other non-work related activities. Yesterday, Marlene’s twin grandsons came to visit us – they are a year and a half old and SO CUTE! We took them over to the mall for lunch and right outside the mall is this huge sandbox – it doubles as an ice rink in the winter. So we’re trying to teach the boys about digging and how the little shovels should be used for that purpose, and not for flinging at other kids. I buried one’s toes in the sand and he was totally laughing. If you aren’t immediately happy when you hear a baby laugh, you clearly have a cold tin heart, because it’s the best thing ever. Between the digging in the sand and the giggling of the boys as they saw and did all of this stuff that was brand new to them, well, it was a pretty good day.
And in case you haven't figured it out, those are Marlene's grandsons -- Joey on the top and Jakey on the right. Have I mentioned how CUTE they are?

Also, and I know I’ve said this before, but the comfort that comes with hanging out with one of my best friends is something that is always guaranteed to make it all good. My girls kick ass -- no two ways about it -- and I’m lucky to have them. And that's how I spent my Thursday evening.

That being said, tonight I will be having some desserts, some grilled cheese (because I haven’t been to the grocery store and that’s all I have to eat) and maybe some vodka or wine. Or maybe both. Because I’m just that wild.

*This boring blog brought to you by "nothing happening in Amber's World at the current time" -- but seriously, how CUTE are those BOYS??