Two, and three.

Our schedule has been worked and ironed out. We are no longer spending huge chunks of time at the in-laws house but spending it quietly at our own, like I prefer. There is a problem in paradise, however. The Orclette lurves me. Ordinarily this wouldn't be a problem. But you try doing homework when there is a little person trying to get into your lap and tugging on your arm. And when that doesn't get your attention she will start getting noisier. If that doesn't work full-out crying ensues. Occasionally she does get the hint that mommy wants to be left alone but that has been a rare occurrence. So I have had tons of time but almost zero homework has been done. Bah humbug. On the bright side I really don't have a whole lot of homework to do. I took Spanish in highschool and while I don't remember all of it I remember enough that the class is not super-difficult, which is good because it's the class getting the short end of the stick. Roots of Modern Europe covers ...

Cus I don't want to ruin anyones life. Especially considering how badly I would suffer. PT still kicks my butt. Yet I'm running further now.... less headaches now that I've learned to actually ... you know... breathe when I'm doing things... School is school. Two tests this week. My internet life is "quietly and quickly vanish"ing away. Turns out ROTC + School != Snark. *sigh*

I don't like football. American football, that is. I usually groan and flee from the room when Damm or one of his many relatives turns on a game. I do, however, enjoy watching the Superbowl. Interestingly enough, his family doesn't like professional football. They like college football. College dudes aren't getting paid. How is that real? How does that make it better? I dunno. Anyway. I was extremely sad that there weren't any parties to go to when lo and behold Audrey reveals that they're going over to this couple's house, would we like to come? So we get there at 4:10. Kickoff is at 4:19 our time. Damm can testify that I was champing at the bit just a wee bit. I hate missing the start of things. And when we get inside to where the big t.v. is, guess what is on? Pre-game madness? Commentators talking fluff? Nope. There is a tennis match on. Finally someone comments that a Superbowl party should have the Superbowl on and a lively discussion ensues about what ch...