I love it when I'm smart

So remember last week when I was talking about Heather Armstrong, and how awesome I think she is, and how cool her blog is, and how everyone else should worship and adore her, too? Well finally, ABC News listened to me. (Like they should've been doing all along, hello?!) Anyway, in case you haven't gotten the picture yet, I looooove Heather Armstrong and wish to be her one day.

Anyhoo, what's up? I'm perky this morning, mainly because I slept crazy good under the coziness of my down-alternative satin-edged blanket, which is unfortunately too large to take with me on the cruise. I have, however, found a lovely alternative! Lug makes this fabulous travel pillow/blanket set called the "Nap Sac." How cute is that? I got it in aqua and I'm in love with it. So much so that I brought it to the office yesterday to show it off. (No, I do not nap in my office, though that's not a bad idea.)

In other news, have I mentioned how annoyed I am with lucky people? Let me give you a for-instance. Take my brother. He's 26, single-but-dating, lives in a ratty nasty frat-type house with two other boys and a kegerator, has no job and showers only when necessary. Since the day he was born, he's waltzed through life not really giving a shit about much of anything. Yet...things just fall into place. Don't you hate people like that? So fine, it did take him 5 years to graduate from college, and yes, he's had a string of bizarro stalker girlfriends (current one excluded, of course), but mostly, he just does what he wants and magically things work out for him.

Last summer, he decided to leave his good job with regular pay to...do nothing. He worked on the farm project for a while, but since that's over, he's been sleeping late, playing on the Internet and organizing his kickball league (I kid you not). He drinks wine til the wee hours, sleeps until he feels like getting up, and has discovered hydroponic gardening. The current joke is that he has some mysterious "second income," but my mother says I need to stop talking about that, or else people will begin to think that he's growing something else in his hydroponic garden (is the idea really that farfetched, Mom?). Anyway, yesterday he goes in to talk to his former bosses, who are desperate for him to return to the fold, and he gives them his "demands:" he doesn't want to commute, he doesn't want to have to pay for gas or a phone, he wants them to open a Raleigh office basically for him, and he wants x amount of money.

Surprise! They're calling him back today with an offer. Are you kidding me?! Let me tell my employer, the US Dept. of Education, that I have "demands." That's like, code or something, for a hostage-taker. I'd bet my life savings that when his former bosses call him today, Drew will get exactly what he wants, when he wants it. It's just that way.

And finally, I forgot what classes I signed up for this summer, and so yesterday I tried to register for the second section of something I'm already taking. Burn out, maybe? Anyway, it turns out that I'm taking electronic writing and publishing! Yay! One of my projects is to design and publish a website (hello, new blog site!) as well as to learn HTML. Wish me luck...

4 days til the beach...

15 days til the cruise!