Nuke the village

The funniest thing I've read recently was from bitchypoo.com She blogs about her husband who complained about the almond flavoring in the cupcakes she'd just backed:
"So he had a small temper tantrum, and as my belief is that you should respond to an uprising by nuking the village, I had a SUPER temper tantrum and told him I was never baking anything for him again EVER DO YOU HEAR ME YOU GODDAMN M0THERFUCKER?! (I’m not sure that two days before your wife’s period is due is really the time to get pissy with her.)"
It's not really PC, but that may be my new (unposted) teaching philosophy:
Nuke the village to quash the uprising!
I like it!

Tiny money hurdle squashed

I just sent the final payment to my only Perkins loan. WooHooo! Let's have a moment of satisfaction before reality re-enters the room.
In the big scheme of things,that debt was infinitesimal. Miniscule even. My other remaining student loans are monsters by comparison. I will be paying on them for the next 25 years. But, for now, it feels good to knock one down.
After flunking out of my undergrad, I swore I would never waste my parents' money again. So I took out student loans to go back to school. My intentions were good, and I am proud of where I am at now. That experience helped make me the person I am today. But the burden of having so much debt is huge. It affects every daily decision Christopher and I make. We would have been able to move to Tuscaloosa 2 years ago, if it weren't for my student loans.
If we have kids, I will do everything I can to keep them from making the same mistakes I did. We will help them out with college (notice - I don't mean give them a free ride. I think working for it is important in the growing-up process), but we will also make sure they are financially savvy and are saving to help themselves.
Lesson learned on this end.

The waitng is the hardest part...

If only I could insert little "song notes" to indicate that the title of this post was from a lyric. That song by Tom Petty has been running through my head today. The thing about trying to conceive is that is runs in 2 week patterns. The first 2 weeks of my month, I am free. To drink alcohol, to renovate the House (i.e. be exposed to paint fumes, etc), and to use facial products containing benzoyl peroxide/salycylic acid/retinol. However, the second 2 weeks are sacrosanct. It's the behave "as if" you were pregnant time of each month. Goddess forbis that I unwittingly expose a potential, fragile blastocyst to environmental toxins.
Weird. After miscarriage number 2, I am more in tune with my cycle and the passing months than I EVER wanted to be.
In other, more pleasant, news: I received my first grant. It is small in dollars, but large in potential. My reproductive life is challenged, but my work life is golden.
I guess you can't have it perfect.
Peace.