First, I work. Usually my day begins at 5 am with a two-hour study session. Then it's off to work (which thankfully only takes 10 minutes) and I work from 7:30-6:30 and then study another hour for the CPA test. Then I finally come home, eat dinner, play the piano for half an hour or go to the hot tub for half an hour, and then go to bed around 9 or 10. Rachel can verify this story. On the days she sleeps over, I study in the closet.
But yesterday I took my second and hardest CPA. So I'm half done. I'm taking the smallest one next, but not until November. So for the next few months, I won't be getting up until 6!
Then there's Saturday. Sometimes I work; sometimes I study; sometimes we go to Disneyland. We've been three times, and we always stay longer than we plan to. Last night we stayed late enough to watch the fireworks and the Electrical Parade. And Susie dared to go on Tower of Terror again. We've hit most of the rides at least once by now, with the exception of a few. We're going again in a month with EY; Rachel's even coming and bringing a friend.
Sunday is spent at the Van's. I always get some sob story from either my sister of Susie that Tyler misses me. When Susie goes over to help with my sister's business, Tyler goes around the house looking for me. So Sunday is not my day either; it belongs to a 3-year old. But it's enough to get me my kid fix for the week.
But I love being busy. I'm in my prime. I'm a doer and a busybody. The one sad thing is I seldom cook anymore. Heck, I don't even know where anything is in our new kitchen yet.
Back on Disneyland. It's so interesting to just watch people there. I swear, some people have no concept that they don't have the park exclusively for themselves. They walk slow and swing their arms wide, taking up the entire sidewalk so that no one with an agenda can pass them. Then there are the strollers. Susie and I think they should be banned once a month. And it's just always fun to look at people's tattoos, hairdos, and Disney junk they've bought and will never wear again outside the park because they would look absolutely ridiculous. As an aside, I think they look ridiculous inside the park as well, but as my role as fashion police is still only a self-appointed title, I keep my mouth shut and smile.
This lady yesterday at Big Thunder Mountain was going off on her husband about, well, who cares anyway? Watching her get so upset with him was entertainment enough. Doesn't she realize what a shrew she looked like? But people will always be people.
What with the temple open house, I've had lots of opportunities to discuss my religion with my coworkers. So if my mom reads this entry, that is why I am no longer in Utah. Well, that, Disneyland, Tyler, and the fact that the weather here is simply amazing.
(9) Sun Aug 14 2005 13:07 PST Work Hard for the Money:
I know I have slacked in writing; but unlike others who only sporadically update, I have many valid reasons, none of which can be tied to slothfulness.