School and Such

Okay...I had my first day of class last night. My friend, Tammy, and I were 5 minutes late to class. We were very close to the classroom and asked an instructor where the room was and she sent us clear back to the opposite end of the building. What was that?!? So we had to go clear back. You would think she would know - I mean, she had an office and everything. Fortunately, the instructor seems like he is pretty cool about stuff like that. I think I am going to like him. At least based on the 4 hours I spent with him last night. The class is going to be intensive, but should be fun. For those of you who aren't aware of this fact, I am rather anal about grades (okay and other things). I had read through chapter four...then Tammy told me she had read through chapter seven. So Sunday I read through chapter seven. I have issues.....help me. Turns out we are both so anal. I think we are the only ones who opened our books. That's okay. I am totally okay with having the best grade in the class. Not that I have that goal or anything...ahem..... Tammy didn't nickname me Annie for nothing (anal Annie - I call her Ossie (OCD) - although I am considering changing that to Bambi because I just found out she was a cheerleader).
Anyway...after the class, I have changed my course of action. I am now planning on taking the paramedic course after finishing the EMT-B. I guess that is providing I pass the EMT-B course and the certification. Not that I'm worried. It is my understanding that it is easier to "bridge" from a paramedic to a nurse, than from a nurse to a paramedic. Also, since I am wanting to be a flight nurse, it is best that I am a nurse-paramedic, so this is the way I need to go. Plus it will work well as far as being able to hold down a job. (the classes are two nights a week as opposed to 4 days a week 8 -12 hours a day) And the kids will be able to continue to home school - as long as they want (provided my sanity holds out). Plus - added bonus - I don't think I have to take the entrance exam to get into nursing school. Which is good, because I can't figure out the physics part.
So, on top of yesterday being all about me and my first day of classes....it was Mike's birthday. I fixed him "Western" Spaghetti. I have these bbq meatballs (they are yummy) and they have this fab-u-lous bbq sauce that I mixed in with my delicious spaghetti sauce. Mike loves Italian and BBQ, so this is like mixing is two faves in one dish. So this was all ready for him. Then I made his favorite cake that his grandma used to make. A lemon cake with holes poked in it that you pour jello in and allow to set up. I'm sure there is a name, but I don't know what it is.
The kids helped me make the lemon jello poke cake...they were in charge of the candles (although they were supposed to have Mike light them) and then they were supposed to sing happy birthday to Mike after supper. They were in charge of all of this and were totally excited. Weeellllll - Mike blew it. Not the candles - the whole deal. He ate too much spaghetti - even though he knew there was cake. And refused to let them do the cake thing. The poor little darlings begged and pleaded but nope. I griped at him when I got home and found out. Poor kids. We just did the cake thing tonight. I sang him a special day late song and told him his wish was not going to come true since it wasn't his birthday. Loving wife that I am! I did send some breakfast muffins to work yesterday along with my world famous chocolate chip cookies....so I'm not all bad.