President's List

Apparently, I made the President's list at school for my fabulous academic achievement. I have a big brain. Yay! It is kinda funny. I don't know why. My daughter was pretty proud of me, though. She thought it was awesome. What can I say? I am a fine example.

My bulldog has had an ear infection for a good while and I have finally gotten it under control. My vet wanted to charge me over $200 for treatment, and some sort of test. I told her, "no thanks", and then she treated me like I was Michael Vic or something. Whatever. I did some reading and ordered some medicine for like $9. Bulldogs ARE a lot of trouble. If you are ever thinking of getting one, think twice if you aren't made of money. On the other hand, if you are willing to do some research, you can keep them healthy on your own for minimal expense. A lot of work, but still worth it. He is my baby, and I love him. He is well worth every penny I spend and more.

My daughter went out on a date with a new boy today. He came and picked her up. Which is weird, because most of the guys she has dated, haven't had a car, or license, or both. He is good boy. I know him, because he dated my STEP-daughter a couple of years ago. My daughter asked permission from the step-daughter before accepting a date from him which I thought was quite commendable. She and my step-daughter are best friends. I do hope she was telling the truth when she told my daughter to go-for-it. You never know with girls.

By the way, I have a beautiful daughter, who is everything that I could have asked for and more. She is all of the things that I ever wanted to be rolled up in a tiny little package. She is about 4'11", and weighs all of 100lbs soaking wet. She is creative, funny, intelligent, an avid reader and an excellent writer. When I read her blog, I am envious of her writing ability. Which, is pretty cool, since I made her in my belly.

I watch way too much tv and listen to way too little music these days. I have got to start catching up my my music. Any suggestions? After this blog, I am going to put in a couple of cd's and do some cleaning...and turn of that damn devil tube.

I have been trying to figure out why I hate psychology so much. I have a theory. I try to take people as they are on the surface. I don't have time, nor the energy to try and figure out people, and I guess that might be why I get taken advantage of, or really shocked when I figure out I have been manipulated in some way. I haven't ever sat around trying to figure out how to manipulate situations, and I am not good at planning and scheming for my own benefit. I understand that people do these things, but I am really not interested in why. We all have our demons, and we all have reasons that we do the things we do. It is called "life". I try not to look too deep into other people's psyche; otherwise, I might see too much. I don't want to see too much - I want to live in ignorance. I want to take people for face value. I can guess all day about what makes other people tick, but at the end of the day, I am just guessing, and no one ever REALLY knows another person. I only show people the parts of me that I want them to see, and usually when other people guess about what really makes me tick, or who I am, they are wrong. Psychology is a lot of guessing, and psychology involves critical thinking and picking people's minds apart. In the end, I am just not interested in guessing. People are who they are. Now, I am not saying that I am not a people watcher, because I AM. I LOVE to watch people. But, I am usually wondering what they ate for breakfast or where they are going, rather than what is really underneath. I guess this might contradict what I said about looking at men and wondering if they are liars, or cheaters...no, I guess it doesn't. I don't care why they are that way, I just wonder if they are. Hmmm.

Enough of that. I am not even sure if that makes sense. I am just trying to understand why psychology is so boring to me. I thought I would enjoy it. It kind of bothers me that I hate it. Not sure why.

I am here alone. I am going to pamper myself. I am going to put honey in my hair, and clean the house. Now...that is pampering.