Playing Pool with Boys

So I put a call into my financial aide counselor on Thursday to no avail... No call back yet... I need to know whether or not I am ever going to get to school. But maybe today she'll call me. Maybe today.

This weekend was very recuperative (is that a word? I guess so if spell check didn't change it) for me... I cleaned on Saturday and got my room into a halfway organized state. At least a state that won't drive me or my mother batty (or battier, I should say). Sunday, Maddie and I curled up for a 3 1/2 hour nap after lunch. It was wonderful, just wonderful.

I played pool with a guy friend on Saturday; if you're guessing the only guy you've seen me with in the last year, yes, that's him. He came over to play pool after Miss Mad went to bed (I won, best 2 out of 3!!). Anyway, I am helping him look for a house in the KC area, but he wants one for a very little price... I am thinking that I should ask a commission, seriously. I have spent at least a couple of hours looking and that's just on MLS on-line, let alone what I have looked up in newspapers. Not to mention that he is not even "seriously" looking yet. I'll probobly be driving around with him then giving him my opinion. Men are so helpless. But get this, Friday he calls me to see what I've found (like I have free time at my finger tips); I tell him that I found several houses in Independence that may or may not be former meth houses (but may at least be next door). Then made a crack that I didn't care, I wasn't looking for myself anyway. Silence. Then, "Well, you might be." What the hell does that mean? And girls give mixed signals. Yeah, right. But kicking his butt at pool was fun.