Anxiousy waiting

Stickittoyou University has this system for registration where you get put in a queue based on various factors to supposedly make it fair for students as well as cut down on a glut of enrollees all on the first moment registration opens.

I don’t get to register until 10am today, registration has already been in swing for two weeks.  One of the classes I’ve been trying to get in since summer semester has only one seat left.

Aggghhh!  The waiting!  Will I get in?  Or will someone else sneak into that last spot first?

 

Seasonal Funnies #16

How do you tell the difference between beer nuts and reindeer nuts?

Reindeer nuts are always under a buck.

Igk

*Sigh*

The party is over.  Monday morning has come and now it’s time to go back to school.

Igk.

But, I’m down to the home stretch.

12 more days of classes and then finals.

That thought makes for a good Monday morning.

Walnut Street ate my acorns

I meant to post this yesterday, but I was enjoying being a lazy slug.

Which means I slept until 11am, got up, made apple cranberry pie ala mode for breakfast and played Free Cell until a friend turned up unexpected on my door step.  After a pleasant visit I went back to my very important work: increasing my win percentage on Free Cell.  I’m not as good as some, but I’ve boosted my percentage to 83% wins.

Anyway, here’s my intended post content from yesterday:

Everyone should be thankful for acorns

Janie:  Before we eat our Thanksgiving dinner, lets all say two things we are thankful for, and only one of them can be food.

Spud:  I’m thankful for turkey and gravy and mashed potatoes.

Janie:  Okay, and what are you thankful for that’s not food.

Spud:  Acorns.

Acorns?  I have no idea where that came from.  Now if that’s what we called money, I’d be very thankful, as we all know acorns grow on trees.  I can see how it would be:

Wife:  The rent’s due, dear.  Please go out and pick some acorns.

Husband:  Sorry, love, no can do.  I picked the last of the acorns for this season last week to pay for Junior’s orthodontics.

Wife:  How can we be out of acorns already?

Husband:  Well, remember the First Squirrel Savings account we put our acorns in to get through the winter?  Well, apparently they had a lean year and the president ate all the acorns.

Wife:  What!  How could they do that?

Husband:  Well, apparently they’d already borrowed against Suet Security and now needed more.

Wife:  Isn’t anyone going to make him pay for that?

Husband:  Well, I imagine the govern-nut will bail him out so he won’t lose his bank or his tree-mansion house.  He’ll be able to make it through the winter fat and sassy as ever.

Wife:  Oh, that’s just great.  What are we going to do?

Husband:  Well, we could join the Occupy Walnut Street protests, after all there’s no reason we should have to actually work hard for our acorns and we all know that the 1% of squirrelly Walnut Street bastards are making it harder and harder for us small folks to sit back and simply watch acorns grow on trees while they horde 99% of the world’s nuts.

Okay on second thought, perhaps it wouldn’t be better if money was acorns and grew on trees.  Same old story different nuts.

Six Word Saturday: Thanksgiving happiness lingers

Happiness is leftover pie for breakfast.

And for lunch.  And for dinner.  And for a late night snack while watching movies.  Hey, there’s only two of us (the spud, who must truly be an alien says pie is “Yucky!”) and a huge 9″ pie which must be eaten before it goes bad.  I mean, it would not only be a waste to throw away stale old pie, it is a crime.

Oh, and it must be served ala mode with Breyer’s Natural Vanilla Bean Ice Cream. MUST I tell you.

Homemade apple-cranberry pie was on this year’s Thanksgiving dessert menu.  It was divine.  Was I tell you because it’s gone now.  I meant to take a photo of it, but it was too delicious and I scarfed it up before I remembered to get out the camera.  And of course we had pumpkin pie, but I’m not a huge fan of the pumpkin so I just buy those store made, however, I do make homemade whipped cream to top it with.  Still, this year I tried an organic pumpkin pie from the Co-Op that I baked at home, so it was semi-homemade.  It wasn’t bad, but I’ll leave the pumpkin for Leif.

Hope you are enjoying your leftovers!

Six Word Saturday Challenge is courtesy of Show My Face, Six Word Saturday

Another thing to be thankful for:

Not being a turkey.  It’s a dirty job, but someone has to tell Gobbles what it means when we say “We’re having a turkey for dinner.”

Hope you have a better dinner than poor Gobbles.

What are you thankful for?

Today I have to say, no school!

Both my classes were canceled today.  Awesome!  Best holiday gift ever!  So I don’t have to go back to school until Monday.

The spud still had school, but that gave me time to get the bulk of my homework out of the way and put up our Christmas tree.  I’m now ready to eat turkey ’til I sweat gravy then eat some more.

Happy gobble gobble.