I put off taking my math classes until the very end.
Like, the very end. I graduate after I finish this semester with political science and math and next semester after a second math class. The end.
So pretty much, math stands between me and graduation.
(Strictly speaking about the community college and my associate's here, I won't be done as I'll go up to U of U to finish my bachelor's).
The last time I took a math class was... 17 years ago when I was a junior in high school.
17 years ago.
And all I recall about math is that I hated it. I did it because I had to, but I really hated it. And whether it's true or not, I remember that I felt I wasn't very good at it (though that may just be because it didn't come as easily to me as English did, since I still got good grades in math, I just had to work really hard for it Or so I felt).
So the trepidation of having math stand between me and my May graduation, my milestone of no more generals, was there in the back of my mind.
My sister-in-law, Sheri, told me that math as an adult was much different than math as a 17 year old and I needed to relax.
It will be good, she said.
I've been waking up and dragging myself to campus every morning before work for math class for a month and a half now and all I can say about it is... Sheri was right.
I get it.
And more than that, I kind of even really like it.
I really didn't see this coming.
Two.
Over the weekend The Man and I went to Buckle to exchange an item of The Man's. Brynn tagged along and while we were waiting for him to find what he was exchanging for we started smelling all the bottles of perfume they had sitting on the counter.
I picked up a pretty, sparkly bottle and smelled it.
Guys I can't even tell you how happy the smell of that perfume made me.
I was almost giddy over it.
I'd been wanting to find a good, every day perfume but after a trip to Sephora I was discouraged and quit looking. They all smelt like alcohol I thought.
But this perfume... this perfume was made for me.
I turned the bottle over in my hand to see the name of it and burst out laughing.
I'm neither here nor there when it comes to Taylor Swift. I like some of her songs, I don't like some of her songs.
Whatever.
But guys, that lady can do perfume.
My man loves me and bought it for me.
Now here's the kick in the pants.
Last night while we were at Target looking for coats for the kids (insert small tantrum here for the fact that it's getting cold enough to be thinking about coats) Brynn noticed that Target also carried my wonderful Wonderstruck perfume... for a whole $20 cheaper than we had bought it for at Buckle.
Two things:
I'm disgruntled that we paid $20 extra for it at Buckle. I had no idea it was sold elsewhere. Buckle was the first place I had seen it so in my mind I kind of thought maybe it was exclusive? I'm no perfume connoisseur so I don't much about how these things work.
Obviously.
But to know that I can buy it cheaper at Target (here if you're interested) makes me even more happy that I can afford to wear it as an everyday perfume and not feel too badly about it.
Three.
And one final shot from this ramble:
Have you had a Sonic Dirty Coke yet?
Watch out McDonald's, there's a new love in my life.
Also, there's a recipe for them on pinterest here and this weekend while I'm out shopping you know I'm going to be tracking down coconut syrup.
I die.
Set me on a beach with a good book and a dirty Coke and I will have found perfection in life.
