Ha ha ha, That Nag...

My boyfriend fussed at me and said I need to write in my blog more.
Even though I mentioned earlier that I would definitely NOT be able to make this an everyday thing.
I guess I have something that's worthy of mention now, though.
This week was the week of final exams for all my classes.
The only one I'm worried about is my Professional Cooking 2 final.
I had to have my team members help me, and they were both in Pro 1...
Time was not on our side yesterday...
I managed to maintain 100% for the entire semester, but bombing this final could definitlely be a blighting factor on my overall grade.
I'm going to look on the bright side, though, because Mrs. Van Patten knows how much this class means to me, and given all my hard work plus the extra credit I did working in the restaurant more than I needed to...I'll probably still come out on top.
Everything else was fine.
But today at lunch...it seemed everyone had their second semester schedules BUT ME...I swear.
I was sitting next to black Johnny and white Johnny (they're back together AGAIN...It's not going to last) and white Johnny showed black Johnny his schedule, and then it just seemed that everyone else around me had their schedules out! It was trippy.
So now I'm worrying that one of my teachers neglected to give me one even though I didn't see anyone else get one. Not from my class, anyway.
Wait a minute...don't I have my old one in my backpack?
*goes and checks*
No, I don't.
Darn...I know what classes I have, I just don't know in what order.
I'm sure I'll figure it out before...wait...does second semester start Monday?
If so, then I could have a 1A-B class that I would end up late for if I treated it like any other day!
Why didn't I get a schedule from one of my teachers?!
Perhaps if I call a friend...

Speaking of friends, Dad seems to have made a new lady-friend.
He was telling me about her before he went off to work.
He even showed me her picture. She's pretty. And Daddy said she was good for him.
She's his age (46) and she has two kids but they're both grown up and (I'm assuming) out of the house.
He found her on Match.com, and told me that her husband died...last year? Yeah, last year, and that she would have been married to him for the rest of her life had he not died...she'd been married to him for 28 years. (She got married at 18.) That's sad to hear, but I'm glad that she's choosing not to live the rest of her life in lonliness by refusing to remarry.
I know that remarriage (after becoming either a widow or a widower) can be a touchy subject for a lot of people.
I know that when you lose your life partner...your soul mate, even...you lose the light of your life, and it would be hard to even think about getting remarried...but you would be so lonely without someone else to fill that gaping hole that is left in place of your deceased spouse.
It's not fun...some people even die shortly after their spouses because of the heartbreak.
When I marry Brandon, I don't want to think of either of us dying, but I certainly won't tell him that he couldn't remarry if I died first. Sometimes you just...need someone.
You don't need to compare them to what you used to have, either. They would be just as good a companion, and you should give them the same amount of love you had for your previous husband or wife.
I mean, I can also understand why someone would be against it...you might have a sense of betrayal or guilt to your dead spouse...that if you remarried you would somehow be going against them in some way, or making them seem unimportant or replaced.
But you know, they're dead. I believe that their soul lives on in the afterlife, and whether they were in Heaven or Hell, I know that they would always love you, always miss you, and never forget you. I don't think they would be offended by your decision at all.
Plus, if you knew in your heart that you weren't trying to replace them, it wouldn't be a bad thing.
And think about it: if you died and were watching over your spouse from the heavens, and you saw how lonely and distraught they were, wouldn't you want someone to...rescue them? Seeing as you wouldn't be able to, and all...
I would...but I guess it's just up to you. I'm not trying to change anyone's mind or anything, just sharing my opinion.
But anyway, Dad is going to meet her on Saturday. I always like it when he meets new women to see if they'll make a suitable girlfriend...I just wish he'd find one who's exactly what he's looking for.
Wish him luck, won't you?