The kids are out of town. (And by kids I mean my younger brother and sister who, pretty much, are more my kids than anything, and are so hereby dubbed "The kids.") Quite frankly, at this point, I'm wondering how I ever managed to live in a different city than them. I came home from work to a disturbingly quiet and clean house, and am not entirely sure what to do with myself.

My friends think I'm crazy, of course (and they may have a point...), for taking on so much responsibility when I should be going out every night and living whatever life it is girls my age are supposed to be living, but I can't help but feeling like I aged ten years faster than all my friends and that that kind of life is now outdated.

I guess it doesn't help that every which way my errands take me, I'm bombarded by titles such as M'am and--gasp--the occasional Mrs. Now, I do wear a ring on my ring finger (long story short: for personal reasons), but I'm never quite ready for the blow of hearing the Mrs. It seems that while I was driving to softball practices and cooking dinners ten years of my life flew by, and now I'm just Mrs. M'am sitting in a way too quiet, way too clean house wishing the kids were home.

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So here's a fishy story. I just got an email from OSU--not that fishy yet--from the transportation and parking center. Since I didn't have a car on campus when I lived in a dorm, and will be living off campus next year, this warrants me to raise an eyebrow.

Now add the fact that the email was stating that I owed the University $100 in parking tickets, and that if I didn't pay, I wouldn't be able to schedule classes, receive grades, graduate....pretty much I would just be stuck in college limbo for the rest of my life.

Ok, so now's the part where I bring up the fact again that I did not have a car on campus last year. Hmmm. No car. Yet I owe money for parking tickets. Was I standing still for too long or something? Cue me yelling at my computer.

After yelling at the email, I decided to go with an actually sane idea and call the department. Too bad the office was closed--only open during all the hours I'm either stuck up to my elbows in mud or in the middle of a field with a tree on my back at work. Cue me yelling at the phone.

So now the clock is ticking (I have 13 more days to appeal my charges)--cue me yelling at the figurative clock... and it's not like it's a huge amount of money to pay. I could just pay the money and get it over with as one friend suggested. College limbo vs. $100. But nahhh...I'm thinkin I'm a bit too stubborn for just payin up. Plan A) I'm gonna keep trying to make contact during my lunch breaks at work. Plan B) umm...doesn't quite exist yet. But I've always been a Plan B kinda gal, so I'd better come up with one soon....in 13 days, to be exact....

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