End of semester. A Bullet List.

Because I have random thoughts and I don't have the time or energy to find and create transition thoughts to get it all together, today's post will be in bullet format.

Here goes.

• I did a paper yesterday over an observation of a child. It ended up being about 8,000 words and 17 pages. Not kidding.
• I was only on page 4 at 12 p.m. I finished at 5:30 p.m.
• See why my mind hurts.
• Emma is singing to Tripp "Jingle Bells, Tripper smells." Tripp is crying.
• On Thursday, I have a Geology Lab Quiz at 10, a lecture test at 11, an education final at Tech at 4 and Christmas for Kids shopping at 6.
• It snowed today.
• Today is my nephew Ethan's birthday. He is three. Happy Birthday Ethan!
• I have mounds of laundry on my bed that needs to be folded. I am thankful that it is in a central location and it is clean.
• My last test of the semester is at 10:30 on December 15.
• Only ten days to go.
• I keep buying random Christmas presents for my children. I have no idea what is in the closet. It stems from mother guilt. I don't even own wrapping paper yet.
• I have to go study now so that I can list the Geologic Times Scale on Thursday.

Happy Birthday Super Dave.

Happy Birthday David.

I hope you have a wonderful day.

You are my most favorite.

And you are the oldest guy I have ever dated.

Funnies.

Last night, after everyone was bathed and teeth were brushed and clean p.j.'s were put on, my little Emma and Tripp went to the Christmas tree and got down on their hands and knees.

My children got down and prayed.

I asked them what they were doing. Tripp says, "We are saying our Christmas prayers." I asked him, "Well, who are you praying to?" And Tripp says, "We are praying to Santa. Emma wants a puppy and for her family to have a good Christmas. I just want a kitty."

Mixed up, much?