Yesterday: I got my license despite a harrowing test that was everything I’d fear it would be, except the yelling and failing part. Despite being agitated for a while I realized that the tester was completely impossible to please and I still passed. Besides I primarily want the license to drive to exercise class, the store on my own time table, and down town so I can go back to school. The furthest things is down town, which is only about 3 miles away and I don’t have to take the express way or even parallel park.

Then I came home and went ahead and applied for college. Like I said on Twitter I got my license and applied for college, I feel so grown up and responsible, and yet ten years younger.

Then I made my first drive alone, and my first drive at night, to Jazzercise where two things happened. 1. Both the Jazzercise instructor and my women’s health (aka “good”) doctor were both horrified at what the internalist had told me. They both say 1500 calories a day is insane, among other things. They not only advised me to avoid said doctor’s “advise” like the plague the other doctor gave me information on who to complain to and strongly encouraged me to do so. I knew the internalist was giving bad advise, and ignoring the whole point of all this, which is to help me find a lifestyle that I can physically and mentally live with. I need to be healthy, but I need to know, mentally that I don’t need to be a certain weight or BMI to be healthy. Having support helps, and feeling ignored and attacked doesn’t. It just harms and encourages people to do unhealthy, destructive things.

Thing number is just totally awesome. See the clinic I go to is old, old, old, like built in the 40s or so. But in that complex is an old Marine hospital from the Civil War. It was built in 1845 and was once the best rehabilitation clinic for military personnel in the area. They’ve been rehabilitating it. It’s haunted as hell. I set part of Plague Lives in it so I took pictures of the area to use should PL get picked up. Jason and I found faces in almost every picture of the Marine hospital. This building is just a gorgeous piece of antebellum awesome, not to mention haunted as hell. And yesterday Jazzercise class was IN it. It was so awesome. I got permission (or at least, a we won’t tell on you) to take some pictures next class which will be Wednesday if yoga is held there as well, and next Monday if it’s not.

Today: My little girl had her first school performance and I had to be there. Thanksgiving is always a rough time when it comes to this because, spirit of thankfulness aside, the performances of “pilgrim” and “indian”s always disturb me. What happened AFTER Thanksgiving, the religious overtones and the borderline to outright “accidental” racism against Native Americans is not really brought up to the kids, but I can’t forget it so the celebration of the holiday always kind of bothers me. Not that it stops us, because ultimately holidays are about family to me and I’m always ready to celebrate my family.

Speaking of which we actually have Thanksgiving plans this year, which involves actually spending time, voluntarily and joyfully with actual family.  It’s been many years since it’s been something other than just us. I’m rather excited about this.

Other than that it’s been house cleaning, form filling and reading as far as getting anything actually accomplished today. I did drive to the grocery store with my daughter today, and we had fun looking around the store at our own pace and looking at parts we commonly skip with the boys. But we had no money to really even treat ourselves, so we just made mental Yule lists instead. (And yes, you can get holiday gifts at the grocery store. We’re real big on fancy bath stuff we don’t usually get for holidays, plus the girl asked for character a cartoon character toothbrush and toothpaste. Can you say awesome stocking stuffers? Awesome.)

It just figures though that I can now legally just grab the keys and kids and go, and I have no money to go anywhere.