Moral of the Story

I am not one to put work off.  In fact, I grow anxious if I think that there is any danger of me not making a deadline.  I also like free-time, and would rather work hard every weekend in order to enjoy a little bit of freedom each week, than have more freedom mixed with sleepless nights and panic attacks.
Because of this, I am known for getting my work done ahead of time.  So I wrote one of my big Core 400 papers on Friday, thinking that I wouldn't have to worry about it this weekend (Fall Break) if I just get it out of the way.

Good plan, right?

Well, you see, the professor is apparently unaware that there are some collage students who do not do their homework the night before it is due (or within hours).  And, you see, he hadn't posted all of the criteria for the paper until, well, TODAY.

And after looking it over, I will have to re-write the majority of my paper.
Rats.

So... moral of the story?  ...don't plan ahead...?

Ouch

So this is what Brian did to me.  Don't give your friends hugs people!  They'll betray you, and then trip on the sidewalk.

Check List — June.2.11

- Wake up late but still get out the door on time by taking the fastest shower evah: Check
- Road closed, take the long way—still make it: Check
- Work in June's garden: Check
- Take cans back and collect $$: Check
- Make dinner with mom: Check
- Save teenager bird: Check (more to come on that...)
- Do something nice for Sick Brother:  Check
- Rip thumb-nail on mysterious invisible object while trying to do something nice for Sick Brother...

Check

- Clean blood off what is left of thumb-nail, squeak out exclamations of pain, get laughed at by mom, apply medical tape: Check
- Finish doing something nice: Check

Just Call Me "Gimpy"

Unfortunately, I've had a small 'challenge' of my own to face this past weekend. After watching the England / USA world cup soccer game on Saturday, the ex-soccer players in the group couldn't resist playing a quick game of pick-up (myself included). It has been a few years since I've played, but I was thankful that some of the footwork came back after a few minutes of messing with the ball. It was a lot of fun, and we had some good laughs.
However, one of my past specialties did not return as quickly as the others: hopping over a slide tackle. I had never been hit by a single slide tackle--that is, before Saturday at 8:10pm. I was always able to see them out of the corner of my eye and hop just in time to get out with the ball on the other side. But on Saturday, one of my dear friends--who shares the same competitive nature that I am guilty of--slide tackled and accidentally hit me instead of the ball. I was down instantly, and a sprained ankle has been my constant companion ever since. But thanks to great friends, prayer support from home, and God of course, I have been healing quickly and even ran during the "Amazing Race: SBC addition" this evening (which may have been a bad idea, but it was fun).
The swelling is still pretty bad, and after the race I acquired a new shade of purple, but the pain has decreased to a point that I can get around without too many breaks or piggy-back rides. Though I'm afraid to say that I look like an obese penguin when try to walk! haha
At least I am able to provide some entertainment for everyone :)