(6) Mon Mar 28 2005 14:22 PST The Bottom of the Ninth:
Today I filled out an exit survey from the Marriott School, and next Tuesday I have my check-out meeting with one of my professors, Dr. Gardner (otherwise known as "The Silver Fox"). The end is here, and it is finally my turn to vent a few frustrations to a facutly member. For example, I get to pick my worst three classes in the program and say why I think they are a complete waste of time. I am excited; I only had three I didn't like, so the system works well. Incidentally, none of them were accounting classes, but were generic required business classes.
Easter was great. Friday we watched the rain turn to snow as we went up the highway from Heber to Park City. I was nervous that the condo would be cold, but the heat was actually on and running. The only bummer was the dirty hole on the patio where the hot tub used to be. There was also a note on the table that simply said "No hot water." Thank goodness it was only a trick. The Easter beagle visited Susie early and gave her The Incredibles and It's the Easter Beagle, Charlie Brown.
Jodi and Franco joined us for the night in Park City. Saturday morning the sun came out and, thanks to all the new snow, shone throughout the condo at six am, waking us all up earlier than expected. Now I know how a deer in headlights feels.
Easter Sunday was spent at mom and dad's. We had an egg hunt with the kids. My mom has a rule that everyone who doesn't have kids is still a kid, so Susie and I and Jodi and Franco all participated in the egg hunt as well. As I did most of the hiding, however, it wasn't quite as exciting. But I still had fun. We watched our new Charlie Brown movie with the kids. For some reason, all the kids think that Peppermint Patty is a boy. I don't get it. Sure, Marcy calls her "Sir" all the time, and she does have a deeper voice than the other girls, but why do they think she's a boy? She totally has a crush on Charlie Brown, anyway, but they may be too young to see it. I don't remember thinking Peppermint Patty was a boy as a kid; course, I don't recall being a four year-old either.
Back to the grind today. Went grocery shopping, which I've decided is hard work. For some reason it takes me like an hour to buy twenty things, and takes quite the willpower not to buy so many goodies. But today was successful; instead of half-off Easter candy, I bought kiwis and strawberries.