Random (Talk To Us) Tuesday – Life is so Weird edition


Stacy

Seriously Shawn

Hey guys. Welcome back to Tuesday. I’m kind of scatterbrained today but here goes:

  • I was sitting with my boss looking at award portfolios just inside my office when a former student came by. Before I could greet him, he shot me the bird and walked away! Back story: Cody got an incomplete in my class back in Spring 2011 because he failed to turn in his final assignment in a readable format. (What is .odt anyway??). He apparently never looked at his grades and now he has to retake the class. Not my problem, buddy!
  • I have a friend and let’s call him… Vance. He’s not the brightest guy and he’s kind of a slob but he met a girl and they got married. They’re only 24. She doesn’t work and he makes about 30k/year. Well, lo and behold, they got pregnant. And they’re POOR. So he gets them a roommate. (He’s black; this IS significant, I promise.)  Then Vance goes and starts donating plasma so they can afford their bills. She’s about 27 weeks pregnant at this point. Vance starts to feel pretty bad and goes to the doctor, only to find out the plasma thing has made him weak/sick. So there goes that. Well – and here’s the kicker and the point of this story – turns out this roommate guy isn’t paying them rent and he’s eating their food. He got a culinary degree from a school where, when you graduate, they place you in a job. And then he flunked the drug test! But what makes it worse is the rumor that’s spread now that this guy must be cheating with the girl because why else would she let him hang around not pay rent?? No one in their right mind. We’re all really scared that when that baby comes out, it’ll be of mixed race. Oy. This world…
  • Last night, I had a dream that Elliot came into our room and was whining so Ash said, “Here buddy, get under the sheets.” And then I woke up from the dream and, wait, what? Elliot WAS in our bed. Sigh. That’s one of our fundamental no-nos of parenting. No kids in our bed. I will gladly go to their room but no kids in the adult bed ever. Well, there goes that! I’m not saying anything to him; if it happens again, I will make sure to take him back to his room.
  • I cannot offer you much more than those anecdotes today; I am sure you will manage, right after you feast your eyes on Niccolas. Happy Tuesday!