I'm down to one lonely survivor. The tank is turning a bit green and there is weird stuff on the bottom. Sea Monkey poop? I'm not sure. I don't think I want to know, quite honestly.

Oh Sea Monkeys, I tried. The box says you can live for up to 2 years, and I couldn't get you through 6 months. I've failed as a Sea Monkey farmer. No castle building, no underwater parties, and no baby Sea Monkeys came out of this experiment.

Okay, so now what? I have one left. Is he lonely?...

Hurray! 2 classes done, 2 more to go! This time next year, I'll be getting ready for graduation. That makes me very, very happy.

Last night I had to give a presentation on a curriculum analysis project, but instead of giving it just once to the whole class, we were in groups and moving around, so I had to give it 5 times instead. It did make the presentation length much shorter, but it was really tiring. When you weren't presenting, you were still running around and watching...

It's Tuesday of Spring Break week. I'm already starting to get panicky about the things I want to do, the things I need to do, and the doing nothing I insist upon for mental health reasons.

So is my week already partly over, or do I have plenty of time left? Argh!

Woo hoo, I have a dress-up date with my husband tonight and the best part is...it's a wedding, so we don't have to pay for it.

Isn't that terrible?

Tonight's wedding is on a yacht in Newport Beach, and we so rarely get to be fancy and have the whole night off from parenting, so that's our excitement for the month. I'm sitting here with my hair in curlers right now. Yay!

Sea Monkeys are amazingly difficult to photograph. Those little blurry things? That's them. I'll try and get a better photo with our nicer camera later, but they never stop moving and always look like a blur. I took about 30 pictures that ended up being nothing at all because they swim around so fast, always on the move.

Out of the whole packet of eggs I grew, I ended up with about 7 survivors....