Fudge, Cookies, Grad School, and Lack of Sleep


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Well, it’s been an interesting day today. I woke up at 2:15 a.m. and could NOT get back to sleep this morning. It was not for lack of trying. So I gave up and decided to get up and take a shower and read a bot and study some Spanish. Unfortunately, I don’t see the pictures and wording well with the artificial light, so studying was a bit frustrating and I made mistakes that I should not have made. That upsets me, because I want to get things right. Miss Perfectionist.

During the wee small hours, I also signed up for information on graduate school for my master’s degree in psychology. I’d like to do something with counseling juveniles in the justice systems. Some of my Ed Psych courses from SUNY Albany might transfer. I would like to do it online. University of Phoenix called and I will talk to them later; also The University of the Rockies which has an actual degree in psychology with an emphasis on counseling and the justice system. It’s based in Boulder, CO but I would be talking with someone at the main  office in San Diego. It’s a bit cheaper than Phoenix. There was another university in San Francisco but I would really not want to relocate, especially to such a place with a high cost of living, but if I could wait and get into senior housing, it might be doable. San Francisco is really r=expensive but it’s a great place to live. I’d rather live in a tiny place by myself than have roommates, that is for sure. I guess I would have to figure it out if I actually went out there. The climate is what I would love. If I moved there, I might be able to take more than one course at a time, and maybe qualify for financial aid. The course of a grad degree is about $30,000. And I would really need a doctorate to get a decent consulting job. I wouldn’t want to work full-time, so maybe I could swing it with a master’s degree.

I could also call CASA of Bexar County and volunteer here in that capacity. I think that I didn’t do that when I came back to San Antonio because I have never felt good about CASA after my brother’s fiasco in Oklahoma with his foster  children. They were so corrupt and there isn’t a thing you can do about it, because it isn’t centralized nationally and each state and each country exercises its own control and oversight.

Today was the day I went to Sabrina’s house to make fudge and let the girls decorate cookies. I did the fudge all alone. I forgot to add the salt and the vanilla with the marshmallow fudge. Probably won’t make any difference. The girls folded clothes and were not too wild about making the fudge. They were however, interested in the GLEE magazine I got them. Cassie was in a particularly foul mood but she was doing a lot of the chores. The girls were not really into the cookie decorating at first, but then they started “feeling it,” and did a lot of frosting and a zillion multi-colored jimmies. I don’t know why we call those things “jimmies” in the Northeast and they call them “sprinkles” here. I wonder where the term “jimmies” comes from? The frostings for the gingerbread men cookies were red, white, and green ( a Mexican plot?) and the jimmies, as I said were multi-colored. I took photos and posted one on Facebook so people could see them, The cookies were cute.

I still have to get my prescriptions and get the girls ornaments. I’d also like to get Evalyn Rose a 1st Christmas ornament. It’s a little late to send, but I did send the other kids a book. Uriah came home from the hospital, so I am very thankful that she is better. Maybe that is the same thing that she had last summer. That’s my diagnosis.

I fell again tonight. Lost my balance and feel over; couldn’t stop myself–right knee got it again, same as last time. I had a terrible time finding the receipt book for Sabrina’s loan. I have to give a receipt to John for his check, too. I also realized that I didn’t put the Wicked tickets in the neat cards I had bought. I have to do that tomorrow before I forget. Everything is such a mess in this place; it’s hard to find anything anymore. And the garage is so filled with stuff and I need to move all these boxes out there and then to the dumpster. BUT I AM SO DAMN LAZY. No, I tire out so easily is the real reason. Plus I hate doing it. I started another blog with just my quotations that I love. Who ever would read that? ME!






About mairedubhtx

I am a "youngish" grandmother of 15 year old twin granddaughter who has recently (is a year "recent"?) adopted Islam as my way of life, much to the consternation of my family. I love to read. I love to write. I am writing a book about my decision to revert, about my spiritual journey. I have another blog about stories from my youth, my parents, and grandparents. It's a blog so my OCD daughter will not be able to throw it out when I die. I suffer from depression and anxiety, for which I am treated, so my posts may be a bit dark at times. C'est la vie.
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