Two, and three.

Loading your child up on Nutter Butter's before going on to a plane is definately not the smartest thing we've ever done. It didn't help that she didn't take a nap-she knew something was up. Had I been by myself I think I would've cried but having two parents to escort a not-yet 2 year old? Priceless. It wasn't that bad-only a few moments of screaming, and one of the two people whose chairs she kicked didn't mind at all (we effusively apologized afterwards, but one still looked annoyed). We did forget to bring a sufficient amount of toys, which will be remedied on our Sunday flight (I normally would've remembered but my brain has been suffering from pregnancy-itis recently). And now we're in Houston. I love Houston. Disliked it when we first got here, although nowhere near the amount of antipathy I felt towards Las Cruces when we arrived. Today is celebrate Wulfa's birthday day and shopping for the Orclette (my mom and I are going-whee!). Tomorr...

So yesterday Damm and I were ordering our lunch (the bestest burritos ever that I must have everyday) and talking about how he left his cell phone in his ROTC lounge. Two seconds later his phone calls mine, I give it to him, and order my bean&cheese&rice&lettuce&tomato burrito on a freshly made tortilla. He orders as well but looks distracted. He didn't recognize the voice on the phone and, unbeknownst to me, the voice on the phone had told him that he needed to call his mother as she was on her way to the emergency room. He had thought it was a prank call and rather angrily hung up on the dude. One minute later my phone rings again. It's his mom. A long conversation ensued that sounded serious. I start to get worried-I had let him answer and thus could not hear what was going on. "ER" was flashed around though so I start to get a panicky feeling and start asking if the Orclette is ok. Damm finally hangs up and tells me that they think she has a disloc...

I've got finals coming up, just like everyone else. I'm beginning to feel the crunch. It gets worse when I think about the 4-day weekend we're taking this Easter to fly on over to Texas to see my grandparents, the Orclette's great-grandparents. Totally worth doing, don't regret it at all ('sides, my mother would've done something scary had we not shown up) BUT I'm missing quite a bit of study time in which I could: 1. Write my autobiography 2. Write my 3-5 page paper about Richard Write's autobiography 3. Write out my study review for Roots of Modern Europe. I've gotten 102% on the tests so far in that class and don't plan on stopping. 4. Do the reading for the above history class (the chapters are really really long) 5. Catch up on the reading for my East Asia class 6. Do auxiliary reading for my East Asia class so I understand what the heck's going on 7. Look over the next chapter in Spanish and attemp...