I Wish I Could Go Back To College (Blogisode Nineteen)

Happy Wednesday!

Oh, no.  It's 11pm and I'm not so in the mood to blog.  I have an ick headache and my feet are cold and winter is looming and I'm cranky and maybe PMS-y.

Sorry.

Let's list things that are going well.  I am still on Weight Watchers at day five.  It's not bad, y'all. It's really kind of....unobtrusive...if that makes any sense.  I hate to be on a diet that feels restrictive and this doesn't.  You just have to watch the sizes of things.  I'm much thinner.  I'm a size two in 5 days.  It's a miracle.  I'm winning.

I'm lying.

Best news of the day, I still have SIX points left today so I can whip up something good when I'm done with this and eat late night guilt free.  Big Mac meals are probably about 6 points right?  Super sized with a diet coke?  I am really good at counting points.

Speaking of late nights, I am happy to report that after watching Parenthood until late in the night for many weeks now--watching it like it's my full time, late shift job--I am caught up to the current season.  Is anyone else obsessed with this show?  I love it.  I used to be into Brothers and Sisters but the writing got terrible.  Horrid.  I stuck with it only because I love Sally Field, but she couldn't save it.  Jacob kept telling me to watch Parenthood and I didn't, I thought it seemed dumb, but as it turns out, it's smart and funny and real.  End of commercial.  I was not paid for that, but if the NBC execs would like to add me to the cast or the writing staff that would be a-ok with me.

So let me tell you what just happened.  I wrote a big long story about something else, and I decided to make it it's own post that will appear tomorrow as a Daily Dose.  This means that I have written a bunch of stuff, but it's not appearing here, so let's see how much steam I have left to write today's blogisode.

Okay.  You know the old adage, a picture is worth a thousand words?  We left off with me trying to escape the awards ceremony.  Here's what happened.

I asked every one what the prize amount was.  My sister thought it would be at least $500.  Rob thought it would be $25.  My friend Lisa couldn't stop guessing.  It got to be a huge game.  Was it, take your family to Disneyworld money or was it, take your family to Chipotle money?  A few days later, I got an e-mail, in the subject line was "Cash Award".

This was it!  I was finally going to know!  I put Lisa on speed dial and opened it.  It said,   "Please send us an address where your check can be forwarded."

That's it.  No amount.  I was dying.

About a week later, I get a package.  FROM the Fellow's Society!!!!  In it?  The award!  With a note!  "Your check is on it's way!"

Finally, about two weeks later, I get a check in the mail.  At this point, we'd built it up so much for fun, that I was actually nervous.  I stuck it on the table and waited.  I couldn't open it alone, we'd come so far at this point.  What if we needed to book flights?  This was an event for the whole family.

When Rob got home, I handed it to him and said, "You do it.  I can't."

So he opened it.

This was the shortest blogisode ever, but it is 1:17 am and I still have 6 points to eat, so I'm signing off.  Only the college story on Friday, nothing else!  We'll get right to it, I promise!