Change in Priorities

I noticed something strange today. My husband and I had a rare day off to prepare for tomorrows festivities. Luckily we were able to get most things under control fairly early in the day so we've had most of the afternoon to enjoy time together. So what, you ask, did we do to reconnect? Perhaps watch a romantic movie snuggled in close or go for a leisurely stroll through the neighborhood hand in hand? No. Instead we allowed technology to take over. My recent birthday present of an iPod Nano occupied my ears and a new voice command video game occupied his. We were sitting RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER and didn't even know the other existed. I flipped through the latest delicious edition of Vogue and he saved the world.
I think it's time to rethink technology and the amount of control it has in our lives. If we aren't on a computer we're on a TV or an MP3 player or even a cell phone. What a waste of a day that we could've been using to really cherish each other. Sigh. But I see hope in the future. We agreed to play a game of dominoes tonight and hopefully a little more over the holiday weekend.
I think tomorrow I'll be thankful for recognizing that, while these little gadgets are handy and fun, they certainly don't beat a cozy day at home with my first and foremost family: my honey.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!!

Congratulations Allison!

Just have a quick second to share with you all the good news about one of my latest fave authors, Allison Winn Scotch. Her second novel, "Time of my Life" just hit the New York Times Best Seller list! Let's all show her continued support by purchasing her book here.
I'm working my way through it and from what I've been able to get to so far (one last midterm this week - woohoo!!) this book ROCKS!
While we've all seen or read something about the age old "What if?" question, Allison takes it to another level! For a lot of women we've grown up dreaming of that ideal life: a loving husband, financial stability, and beautiful babies. Or do we? It's a great read to get the imagination flowing and lose yourself in a fascinating world!
Enjoy!

Damn You FaceBook!!

I remember being in a sociology class and the instructor asking how much time people spent on their FaceBook pages. "Ha!" I snorted. "What kind of idiots wastes precious time on a web based party scene?" I felt I was a real intellectual, I wasn't sucked into that ridiculous kid stuff.
Well, here we are two years later and I can't even begin to calculate how much time I've spent on FaceBook. Once I discovered that I could claim one of my fave authors as a pal, AND members of my distant family I was hooked! We can communicate without spending money on long distance or taking time away from our families (okay time other than what we normally spend on the computer). It seems that FaceBook has allowed us to share birthday parties, family vacations, and (yes, I'll admit it) even eye injuries. It. Is. Awesome!!
I've even been able to claim one of my best professors as a FaceBook Friend - how cool is that? Uh..wait..is being friends with a professor a cool kid thing or a nerdy thing? Sigh. Maybe one of these days I'll outgrow my geek-dom. Or maybe not.
Chow for now! And FaceBookers ROCK ON!

WARNING - SIDE EFFECTS MAY OCCUR!!

People, I have learned the hard way why one should NOT wear make-up to bed. I decided to be lazy because I wasn't feeling well and crawled into bed wearing my full "face". When I woke up the next morning my day old mascara had caked my eyes together so I rubbed them. My left eye got more treatment than the right and hence, the injury. Some eyelash/mascara/gook in my eye combo created the perfect storm for a broken blood vessel. Ain't it pretty?
Luckily a cold compress and eye drops are supposed to help. In the meantime it's terribly difficult to read, making studying for mid-terms extra fun! I don't even know how long it will take to go away. My husband had one years ago and said it took a couple of weeks - yikes! The wedding is in a couple of weeks and I cannot be a matron of honor with a jacked up eye!!
Anyway, I hope you all can learn from my lesson. There's a reason our mothers told us to wash our faces before bed, and this photo is living proof.
Take care all!

So in Awe!

I have to say that when all my sisters and girlfriends started having babies, I knew life was gonna change. But what I wasn't prepared for is the lack of time I would have to chat with them one-to-one. Yes, we talk on the phone, but only if I'm willing to accept them playing "mommy" at the same time. I really do understand, it comes with the territory. But the reason I'm talking about it is because I am on my knees bending over saying "I'm not worthy".
I can't figure out how these ladies do it all. Here it is almost midnight and I've just finished up a very busy day. My sister's wedding is quickly approaching and with that comes showers, etc. Since I'm the Matron-of-Honor I have to get this stuff figured out pronto. Plus, I'm back in school so that has me hopping (thus the late night - two papers due tomorrow YIKES!). And the piece de resistance? The house looks like it has bulemia and has purged everything in it, all while my poor husband wrestles with strep throat and one of the dogs is terribly ill. I'm about to lose my mind and there isn't even a kid in the mix!
So Mommys out there who deal with sick kids, deadlines, laundry demons and grocery stores - know that you have my utmost respect and that I salute you!!

Where's the effing Ham??

When I was a kid "Where's the Beef?" was all the rage. But after a tragically dissaspointing visit to Starbuck's today I'm left saying, "Where's the ham?". They told me that they have now discontinued the ham and egg breakfast sandwich in lieu of their new nasty sausage panini-ish thing. You are officially on my list Strbx!
I was able to find something unique and original to enjoy with the one shining light still at Starbucks (Salted Carmel Hot Chocolate!!). Check out this exotic link and tell me what you think.

My Summer Vacation

It's hard to believe that summer is over. Today marked the official first day of fall which forced me to reflect on all that I accomplished this summer season past.
I managed to complete an intense four week summer quarter at my alternate university. That felt like quite an accomplishment. I even received a 3.9 total GPA from it.
I was fortunate enough to visit family for an extended period of time. That was probably one of my favorite memories made. I was able to experience a part of the world I otherwise would have never known. As well as getting to know how to handle a gun and make pinecones (aka: "grouse") dance. Thanks Uncle Ron!!
We put our house on the market. That was a brave act of craziness. The icing on that cake was seeing how creative my husband can be with a crockpot and outdoor flowers. Ah, memories.
And now we are working on the joyful occassion when my sister will be married. I have a feeling that the wedding, the sale of our house, and midterms will all come together in one perfect storm to drive me even closer to the 200 mark on the scale. Or at least that much closer to a Sloe Gin Fizz (two shots of Sloe Gin, topped off with collins mix equals theraputic goodness!).
Stay posted folks for updates on all the above, not too mention the exciting new quarter at school that starts on Monday.
Happy Fall!!

The Great Purge of '08

Finally got around to cleaning out my closet after seven years of neglect. I somehow managed to purge most of what I needed to in one day. The craziest thing I came across while sorting through the pack-rat mess? Bird feathers. No, not cute-pink-bachelorette-party-feather-boa feathers. Actual real live bird feathers. They were in a handbag. I was prepared to dig into an old purse and find a stick of gum older than my dog, but bird feathers? WTF??
I wish I could remember the night they got in there. Ah, youth.

Hopeless Housewife Strikes Again

How do you know it's been too long since you last pulled out your Dyson and/or actually did some housework?

When you discover before bed that you've been walking around with a dead bug on your foot all damn day.

EEWWWW!

'nuf said.

Satisfactory Expectations

Since I am working towards a creative writing minor I have enrolled myself in literature classes this summer. Unfortunately I am pretty much clueless when it comes to knowing anything of "the classics". I started reading Anna Karinnina two years ago and have yet to complete even half of the novel. But I was pleasantly surprised when, on a hot sunny day last week, I picked up the Charles Dickens book assigned to us, Great Expectations. Most people know Dickens from his story, A Christmas Carol with Uncle Scrooge, etc. or perhaps you may remember the movie based on Great Expectations with Gwenyth Paltrow and Ethan Hawke. Either way, if you want to at least say you've read a classic piece of literature without having to gouge your eyes out trying to figure out what's going on, check out G.E. The link will lead you to the Amazon site where you can read a brief excerpt to find out for yourself.
The thing that impressed me the most about this book, was the quick pace of the story. Things were always moving forward at a rate that had me devouring pages. There were enough twists and turns and moments that left me with my mouth gaping open, but not so much that I couldn't keep up. Drama, intrigue, suspense, and mystery were all main characters in this masterpiece.
I highly recommend purchasing this book and letting yourself fall into it. If for no other reason than it makes you look especially smart while working on your tan at the beach. ;0)
Happy reading!

Okay, so it's only been about a hundred years since I've posted last. I am happy to report that I'm feeling much better, but I'm the only one in my house who is. Sigh.
The weather out here has been crrraaazzyy!! We had one of the longest electrical/thunder/just-plain-nuts kind of storm I've ever seen. The cool part? My husband stood in his skivvies on our front porch to watch it. Ah, l'amour.
I've also been attending another University for the summer. It's a huge and beautiful old campus. It stressed me out the first week and a half. Not only is the place enormous, but it's right in the heart of one of the busiest districts in the city. I, my dears, am SO not a city mouse. I'm a proud and simple country mouse who likes her one-way streets right where she can see them! However, once I figured out where the closest Starbuck's was located, I knew the world was right again.
Unfortunately, that's all the time I have for updates. I have an entire Shakepearean play to get through and 57 pages of John Ruskin after that. Plus, I have to try and squeeze sleep in there somewhere so I'll be refreshed and ready for my two-hour morning commute! I'm not worried though, it's only 9 o'clock, after all. Heh.
Have a great and safe Fourth of July people! And if you need a little something to get you through the day before a holiday, check out this link and laugh your tookis off yer chair!

Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired

Finally finished my first quarter at University and how do I get to spend my two weeks off? By spending 90% of it sick. Luckily, my old man got the same bug and we were able to curl up in blankets and watch almost every movie we own. While it sucked to be two snotty messes, it was nice to snuggle up together whenever a chill over took us. Sigh. Hopefully the next school break will be a lot more productive.
I do get to start a 16 day intensive quarter at another University for summer classes. I was able to get up there to purchase books and see where my classrooms were. The good news? It's a beautiful and historic campus. The bad news? My classes are ten minutes apart but it's a fifteen minute walk to get there. I suppose the run will be good for me and my ass.
Now it's back to antibioctics and chicken soup.

Something Quick and Sweet

The quality is pretty poor, but this is what I have looking back at me as I'm studying for finals this week. I thought it might bring a smile to those who gaze upon it. God bless bulldogs!

Learning from Angels

I currently belong to a Bible study made up of seven other women. They've been a great source of inspiration and education over the last year or so that I've known them. Recently one of the ladies had both her knees replaced. When the other women in the group started talking about taking over meals until our friend had recovered I thought, "How nice." But I never offered to do so myself. Until about the second week of recovery when again, the group discussed who would bring a meal on what day. This time, I volunteered for one. I must admit I was a little shocked and very nervous. What the heck was I going to make? How does one go about dropping off a casserole dish full of food I'm not even sure my husband would eat? However, all these other women were doing it, I figured I could too. I'm certainly glad I did. The lovely lady who had her knees redone gave me rave reviews and I felt like a million bucks for helping out someone who needed it.

So when the opportunity came to do it again, I jumped at it. Again, I was faced with the same fear and intimidation. I couldn't believe that doing something nice for someone else was making me feel this way. But I was determined to get over it and make sure I performed a good deed. I got up early today and ran to the gym, the grocery store, the car wash, post office and bookstore. I made it home in time to prepare a quick and hearty meal, complete with dessert. I ran it over to the new "patients" house only to find she didn't answer her door. A little concerned I called, rang the doorbell and even tentatively peered inside her windows, all to no avail. Finally, I left the meal on the doorstep and a message on the machine and left praying that she was okay.

Later I received a call from her. She had actually been taken to the Urgent Care clinic in town because her pain was so bad. But she was extremely grateful to come home to a comforting and stick-to-your-ribs meal to digest with her stronger meds. Hearing how much she appreciated my simple offering made me feel like the Queen of the World. I can't remember the last time I felt like I had really made a difference in someones life. Today changed that.

I will forever be grateful to these women for teaching me, not just through talk, but through action.

Thank you Ladies, you are truly a blessing!!

Working off a Big One

I finally found a good use for the Body Ball I told myself I had to have. Check out this video and see why at least somebody's getting excersize in our house. Also, please don't mind all the mismatched furniture or the Costco size box of DVD's. We're trying to find our "decorating style". Although honestly, the box of DVD's is just because we're lazy.

Bon Week-end!

Such a Pretty Author

Last night I had the pleasure of meeting one of my favorite authors, Jen Lancaster. She was in town promoting her new book, Such a Pretty Fat. I've only read the first two chapters and I've already had to change into dry pants. You will laugh your ass off when you read her creations.

The great part about Jen, and why I think she has such a HUGE following (they had to keep adding chairs before the reading last night), is because she is 100% honest. She doesn't pull any punches and she doesn't have anything to hide. Jen Lancaster is the master of saying the things we all wish we had the big brass ones to say. So thank you J.L. for standing up and being such a beautiful addition to this crazy world.

On a side note, I was so damn gobsmacked to be in her presence (not too mention trying to hold in all my crazy so that she didn't run away from me screaming) that I forgot to ask her a few things. So on the off chance that you actually do get/take time to check out my blog Ms. L., here are some things I'd like to know (or share with you):

1) Please don't think your hair was anything but FAB last night. With blonde streaks done that well, there is never such a thing as a bad hair day!



2) Can you please advise as to when/where and if ever we'll see your books on tape? Also, I know people who are available for the cheap fee of being your new BFF if you need a "voice" for said books on tape.


3) While you've been on tour, have you actually had time to check out all the cool bookstores you've been to? I'm a HUGE book junkie, being in a b.s. without actually buying something seems like a crime.


4) I totally think that you should've made the man-kilt purchase. No man thinks he wants to wear one until he actually gets it on and can feel the wind in his hair, if you know what I mean. ;0)



5) And finally, have you been doing the Mike Rowe (Dirty Jobs) trick in your hotel rooms? Ya know, where you throw water on your bed so that housekeeping will give you fresh sheets and then you wipe down everything with antiseptic wipes? My girlfriend stayed in a hotel once where she found - brace yourself - toenails (!!) in her bed!!! EEEWWW!!! Just an FYI.

I hope you are now home and safely tucked in your own bed, sans toenails.

If you'd like to respond to anything you see Jen, you can E-mail me at jennings.abigail@yahoo.com I'd love to hear from you!

In the meantime, enjoy the wine and pearl "resistance bands"! We can't wait to have you back again!!

Bonjour mon amies ! J’espère vous est bien ! Moi, j’adore au jour d’hui ! J’étais déjeuner avec mon professer de français. C’était super !

Hello my friends! I hope you are well! Me, I adore today! I just had lunch with my french professor. It was great!

She is a lovely woman with a fantastic story that starts off in Conneticut and ends up in France - c'est manifique!! That was the highlight of my day!

School itself however, has been a very precarious ride lately. The system at this institution sucks for transfer students. So, as a result, I will be attending a completely different university for summer classes. Normally, I'm a pretty relaxed person whose game for anything. But this is making me nuts. Now my commute will be longer, I have to learn a totally different (and much larger) campus, AND I'll have to spend at least fifty bucks on buying a new sweatshirt to support my new-secondary-other-soon-to-be-alma-mater. (Okay, really I'd buy just about anything to spend fifty bucks. You should see some of the shoes I've brought home, but I digress.)

But the silver lining (because there always is one people!) is that the quarter is only four weeks long - woohoo!! It's a bit more work than a normal quarter because they have to cram a lot of information into those four weeks, but totally worth it!

So that's the latest. I'll keep ya'll posted.

Au revoir et bon journee!!

Share a Little Love

(My bulldog puppy in flight at nine weeks old)
Obviously I'm a sucker for all things bulldog. I suppose I was born into it. My mother attended a high school whose mascot was a bully so the loyalty was in my blood. As an adult I have acquired a 15 pound bronze bulldog by my front door, a bulldog mug from England and, let's be honest, if I could tolerate the pain I would have a bulldog tattooed on my ass. But recently I became even more of a bully-lover, nay, a bully advocate.
Bulldogs are a very misunderstood breed. Most people think of them as junkyard dogs that hang around old cars ready to attack and eat the trousers off anyone who crosses their path. But bullies are actually meant to be indoor dogs. They have the biggest hearts and could be classified as "lumps of love". However, their senstivity doesn't stop with their hearts, they also have very sensitive skin and eyes. They require frequent baths and, sometimes, daily wrinkle cleanings. Because most of the public has the wrong perception of how to accomodate this breed a lot of these dogs end up with several medical problems that their owners either don't want to or can't afford to address.
Bulldog rescues across America are designed to take these dogs off the hands of those who can't care for them. We recently donated to help out a pretty bully girl at http://www.cascadebulldogrescue.org/ This organization offers help for english and french bulldogs (mine are of the english persuasion, hence the mug mentioned above). They start out by rehabilitating the dogs and getting them the medical help they need before even considering putting them up for adoption. Health comes first.
I can't believe, that as a dog owner, I haven't donated some form of help to a rescue facility before. But I am hooked. My man and I agreed that we'd donate to these pups in need every year in lou of buying each other gifts for holidays, etc. What a nice feeling to know that we can make a difference by helping out God's creatures AND we don't have to worry about getting each other a card!!
To find out how you can donate to a breed of your choosing, click here

Only have time for a quick post. It's midterms people!! AAAGGGHH!!

I wanted to share an artist I discovered. This little lady and her music has a very soothing (but still motivational!) effect.

The artist is Natalie Grant and her voice is AMAZING!! Check out her website here. Or check out her MySpace page where you can listen to the music and watch a couple of videos. My personal favorite? "In Better Hands".

Enjoy!!

Heaven awaits change

I read a great article today by Chi-Dooh Li of the Seattle P-I. He spoke about change. It's certainly something we're all hearing about with politics flooding the airwaves. But how many of us actually do change?

I know a lot of people who changed their garbage cans. They now have one specified for recycleable materials and another for waste. Some people have even changed their cars or the way they get to work. These folks do deserve kudos. Change in any form is never easy. Heck, I can't even manage to floss regularly. But how do we go from wanting to change to actually doing it?

I suppose it all comes down to baby steps. One day at a time. Look at how quickly the organic market took off. Why? Because people were willing to change the way they saw milk, eggs and soap.

Education is another the key. As Li said in his article, "change begins with you and me, our own desires and our own pocketbooks." Do we even know what that means anymore? How about finding out where more than just your dairy products come from? Where do your clothes come from (Singapore?), your long distance service (Bangladesh?) or even (yikes!) your make-up (baby rabbits?).

Of course we all know Rome wasn't built in a day. I haven't even got a clue what's in my make-up, let alone know where it comes from. But maybe, by drawing attention to it in this post, I've started change, one letter at a time.

frustration knows no bounds

I cannot believe I just spent 45 minutes (!!!) trying to log onto to the wireless network here at school. The problem? One, my computer kept defaulting to the wrong password and two, four other people around me were already on line. I have no idea how things were corrected (divine intervention maybe??) but THANK GOD they were. I was about to throw this laptop through the window next to me. But that's just the beginning...

I have also been spending way too much time working on my resume, financial aid and registration for summer quarter. What a joke. The limited amount of guidance I've received here has done nothing more than frustrate me beyond measure. It's a good thing this is a dry campus, otherwise they'd be dragging my totally drunk ass out of here naked and singing the Star Spangled Banner at the top of my lungs.

I'm starting to think my frustration is contagious. My poor husband, sick and tired of listening to my whine, came home the other day with a NorthFace backpack for me. "So you can fit in." he said. He had a look on his face like a big boy who just learned to use the potty. How could I refuse his offering of limited social acceptance? It's not as large as my "yellow submarine" backpack, but I think one of the "cool kids" actually smiled at me today. (The power of material goods is amazing!)


Now if I could just work on my gray hair...

another day in the life...

Time for another daily post about life here on campus. But before I begin that I'd like to say that I will be attempting to blog more frequently now that I have FINALLY got the hang of the wireless network here at school.

And now...

A day in the life - April 7, 2008

Realized today that I am officially a "nerd". I have noticed that "geek" has recently gained notoriety in the public eye and thus is considered "cool". I, however, couldn't be further from it - at least here on campus anyway.

I noticed as I sit here in this sunshine-streaming-books-laying-dormant-as-a-thing-of-the-past-world that the younger crowd all have little teeny Apple notebooks. They sit here for hours seeking out the latest message left on their MySpace page and taking up the only good tables with a view of the city. The only people in here with out one is me, some 75 year-old man in the corner who (I think) is asleep and the librarians (who have their own PC's to play on).

I'm guessing that these kids have to swear on Coach bags that they use Apple-light-as-an-effing-feather notebooks to gain access to the cool crowd. Not too mention be able to demonstrate wicked fast typing abilities so that it sounds like the three blind mice scurrying around on their keyboard. This ability is clearly meant to serve two purposes: one, to annoy and distract the hell out of me and two, to wake the dead(??) guy in the corner. Whew, thought I was going to have to ignore him all day!
But I'm not bitter about it. Let them have Apple, let them have Coach. I'm a home-owner bitches!

Keep it Hoppin' Yo

Wanna see how we roll on a rockin' Saturday night?

And that's just the dogs. God bless 'em - this is their (and my) favorite activity.

Tales of School Daze

I've decided to keep a running log on my time at my new school. I had NO IDEA what I was in for and I need to share with others as a form of therapy. So here ya go world, share in my craziness that is now my "school daze".

Entry One

4/2/08

Right now I am completely sweat soaked. I dressed for being outside (35 degrees) not for the ovens they call classrooms (hotter than hell). To make matters worse, I'm toting around 35lbs of books on my back. Yeah, spinal injuries rock!
Today I feel like I must really show my age. I feel like all these kids (literally - they're all 19!!) can see straight through my Seven jeans and North Face jacket (the prefered uniform of 'the tribe'). My wrinkles and my wedding band betray me. I'm 32. Thirty-two. Trente-deux. ouch. I have no children. ouch. I must apply lotion daily to old saggy scaley parts that I never used to have. double ouch. I was just rejected in french class by two 19 year-old rich (ie-mean) girls. super hurtful ouch.
I'm really feeling the gap between who I was and who I want to be. I was an insecure pea brain who had no faith in herself. I want to be an intellegent mature woman whose competent & proficient in all she sets her mind to. What I am is an insecure "mature" (read 'old' by university standards) woman whose semi-competent at a lot of incredibly non-proficient things. sigh.
I've always struggled with the balance of trying to "fit in" and trying not to care about it. I could manage it at junior college because I could relate to the material being studied, sound smart and relate to the teachers. But here at university I feel like everyone is brilliant - but me.
I have to shake this if I'm going to get anything out of this experience. I know this new tribe can sense fear. Or maybe it's my dorky yellow backpack.

Making it Through the Rain

Well, I did it! I managed to complete my AA degree with a 3.8 GPA. Yes folks, count that as a graduation with HIGH HONORS! High honors was not what I initially set out to procure, but considering the final quarter I had, I'll take what I can get! So many heartfelt thanks and hugs are going out today to those who shared a shoulder or an ear when I needed one. Now? ON TO THE NEXT GREAT ADVENTURE. What shall it be? A trip to France or perhaps an African safari? Maybe a week in New York shopping at Barney's. Um, no. Instead I am choosing to celebrate by... more schooling. I will now be working to achieve my BA at a fabulous private school in our great metropolis.

I started last week at my new ritzy school and it proved to be an interesting one. I cannot get over how smart (and I might mention, well dressed) the students are here! I feel like the nerdy kid with the wrong shoes all over again. I think I need to do some shopping. Oh, and maybe brush up on my latin. Ha!

It has been a very surreal experience so far. But I keep reminding myself, I am here for one purpose - to figure out a way to make words into money baby!!! One day at a time.

I'll make sure and keep you posted. That is, if I don't get beat up by the Ralph Lauren biker crew for wearing espadrilles before Labor Day.

Take care all, and God Bless!!!

Just something funny

(In case you can't tell: That's Jennifer Aniston, David and Victoria Beckham, and Sarah Jessica Parker)

I was recently sent this as a PowerPoint presentation in an email. Apparently it's a photoshop free-for-all where all the celebrities involved moved to Ohio.

The credit for these fabulous laughs goes to Planet-Hiltron.com courtesy of D.A.J. - Thanks for the smile!

If you're interested in viewing the whole P.P. presentation please email me at jennings.abigail@yahoo.com with the subject line "Ohio" and I'll send it to you. Otherwise you can probably get it from the creators website above.

Enjoy your weekend folks!

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition!!

Some of you might remember that line from a Dixie Chicks song about a hundred years ago. I have to make this a quick post, but that line about sums it all up.
Had a real roller-coaster of a ride these last 24 hours. A profe*sor at school tried to shake me down, I feel, because I have a talent with the written word. Luckily, the crisis has been averted thanks to some heavy duty prayer and my organizational skills. But it has certainly turned me off from sharing my talent with too many people. I don't want to become bitter from this whole thing, but it sure has left an awfully bad taste in my mouth.
The bright side of this dark cloud has been a letter of acceptance to the University I wanted. Hallelujah!! I cannot be happier. I am really looking forward to leaving the basics of an AA degree behind and starting on my major - writing!
The last day has taught me that God is great and will always hold you in a time of need. I hope that's a lesson that we can all remember. And to always organize your ammunition.

Laugh Out Loud, you "asshat"

Whew, sorry for the delay in postings! School this quarter has really sucked the life out of me. It's a miracle I can produce anything of a creative nature at this point. Science, God help me, is NOT my fortay. Neither, is thinking about it or understanding it. I was all for dropping raisins into a glass full of water (solvent) and baking soda (solute) and watching the shrivled little fellas float around. But this cell stuff sucks.
Luckily astonomy ain't so bad. It's still pretty tricky, learning all the math involved with how hot a star actually burns based on its hydrogen lines. Booorrrriinnnggg. I just wanted to know how to find the libra (my sign for those wondering)symbol in the stars, guess that was another "AS"-something class.;0)
But the real reason for this posting is to inform my readers (yes, all two of you) about a blog I came across. This gal can make me laugh out loud and pee my pants like no other! I'm girl enough to admit to that. Her name is Jen Lancaster and she has a series of books that will make you laugh about as hard as her blog does (bladder control products sold seperately). If you're looking for a quick smile check out the blog at: http://www.jennsylvania.com/ Or you can get perma-grin by purchasing her books through one of the links on said blog. SO worth the money folks!! And if you get hooked, she's got another book coming out this spring, "Such a Pretty Fat Or, Why Pie Is Not The Answer".

Seriously people, don't be an "asshat", support the ladies that keep us laughing. Lord knows we need it!