Busiest Week Ever!

We had a crazy week this week. I had two projects and one quiz due for my classes. I also had two apartments to clean and a Jazz/Celtics game to go to. It's nice to feel like I'm done with it all. Next week looks much less crazy, so far.

My statistics professor likes to make us do projects. He is the only professor who has his class do this. He gives us a pile of numbers and asks us to put them into graphs and analyze the data as well as the graphs. We are allowed to work with a partner, but in my mind that makes it all the more difficult. I decided to work with partner for this one even though it wasn't required, because it will be required on the next project. So I worked with my new friend from Nepal. We handed that project in on Tuesday and already my load felt lighter.

On Wednesday I had to go clean an apartment for my friend's company (well, I didn't have to, except that I wanted the money and cleaning was a prerequisite for the money). I only got about 2 hours of cleaning in before David got called to work, then back home I went. Normally, two hours is enough time for one apartment, if the tenants try to clean even a little bit when they move out. These particular tenants had not tried. The walls were so grimy and had boogers all over in the living room and what I'm assuming (hoping) was the kids' room. In two hours I scrubbed the walls of the two bedrooms and they still looked disgusting. I told my friend he should probably just arrange to have the apartment repainted.

My sister came down Wednesday night so she could watch our kids while David and I went to the game. We had a lot of fun and of course the boys went nuts 'cause Roz always plays fun games with them and they'd been looking forward to her coming over for the last week.

Thursday, David and I went down to Salt Lake with some friends to watch the Celtics play the Jazz. We had a fun evening (even though it had a disappointing ending). We ate at Crown Burger; I had a Gyro. So delicious! Then we walked over to the WhatverEvent Center (I can never remember the new name), formerly known as the Delta Center.

There was a surprisingly large-ish amount of Celtics fans at the game, but we didn't sit by any of them. We sat a row behind an Australian fellow and his wife, and sat a row in front of his buddy (I guess they couldn't get seats next to each other, but at least they were close). They were the best hecklers I've ever heard. They didn't cuss or say anything that didn't make sense. Most of what they yelled was aimed at the Jazz, even though they were Jazz fans themselves. They yelled things like [use your best Australian accent to get the full effect], "Jerry Sloane! Start coaching!" and "Defense! You're lazy! Get your hands in their faces! Take the ball from them!" The kid behind us did occasionally yell at Leon Powe, of the Celtics, whose jersey number is zero. He would yell [again, Australian accent], "Hey! You're Zero! You're not even a number, number zero! You're nothing!" We had a bit of friendly banter with the fellow in front of us, and when the Jazz took the lead, he turned around and laughed and made some funny remarks, but nothing rude. There was a guy a few rows back, however, that we hadn't even talked to or seen, that ran down the bleachers, pushed me out of the way, and punched David on the shoulder. Then, brave soul that he was, he ran back to his seat as fast as he could. We were somewhat stunned. It's not like he hurt David; it was a wimpy little punch, but seriously, who does that?! Jazz fans, apparently. Weird. At the end of the game, which the Celtics lost, our Australian friends teased us a little and the wife said, "We still love you. We just love the Jazz more." All right.

We got home from the game at three in the morning on Friday. Later that day, I went to finish cleaning the apartments. The grimy-walled place took me another 2.5 hours to finish, but the one across the hall only took half an hour. The tenant had left it in very good condition, for which I was extremely grateful. I dashed home from cleaning with just enough time to take my Psychology quiz online. And I only missed two questions (out of ten), which is good enough for me since I only skimmed the chapter!

Friday evening, I cut Roz's hair. I only messed up a tiny bit, and over all it looks really cute. It's a short, spiky pixie-do. Very chic.

Today, I tried to get my house a little bit clean, so it won't turn into a grimy mess like that apartment. Then I b.s.'ed my way through a paper I had due for my Speech class. I was supposed to go to a meeting and evaluate it, but I never made it to any of the city council meetings due to lack of babysitter and general poor planning on my part, so I wrote about an impromptu meeting I witnessed last Friday at the Young Men/Young Women ski trip. I thought about not doing the paper at all; it's only worth 20 points and I didn't want to just make a bunch of stuff up. But David reminded me that even though C's get degrees, they don't get you into the Dental Hygiene program, and something is better than nothing. So he kindly took the boys somewhere (I actually have no idea where they went) so I could write my paper (and update my blog :) ). I didn't end up having to make anything up for my paper; the meeting didn't go well, but it served as a good example of how not to conduct a planning meeting, so I wrote about it from that slant. I think it will be okay. If not, oh well.

Now, I'm going to go catch up on my shows that I missed this week. Thank heavens for DVR.