I had a job interview today at my old stomping grounds at Snow College.  I'm not sure I'll get the job because I don't think I have enough experience.  But whatever.  I got to wander around campus for a bit this afternoon and it made me feel nostalgic.  They built a brand new library right behind the Noyes Administration Building - and the new library actually looks like the historic Noyes Building (a bit).  One of the people interviewing me told me I should go walk around the new library before I left, but they were doing landscaping and some touch-up construction work and I felt funny walking inside, so I just walked around the outside.
Where I did go inside was the old humanities building, which hasn't changed a bit since those long nights at The Snowdrift.  The room numbering is still as weird as ever and there's still that one brick in the connecting hallway that isn't as shiny as the rest.  But they moved The Snowdrift office - the old newspaper production classroom  hidden off in the corner is... just a plain old regular classroom!  Sad day! :(  And I couldn't find where the newspaper office is now (though the Department of Communication got some nifty new signage.  Meh).  Oh well... I guess you really can't go home again (yet the student radio station is exactly where it used to be).

So I got home and saw an email from the American Library Association telling me that I didn't get a scholarship that I had applied for.  Well, I figured that I didn't because I applied for this thing months ago and hadn't heard a thing from anybody.  But as part of the sender's signature and contact information, there was this quote: "Experience is what you get when you don't get what you want." Make of that what you will.

BUT - this is the big thing for the day.  I think I've mentioned how my student loan for summer semester didn't quite cover tuition and fees and I've got to come up with $800-some-odd (and I think it's gone up to $825 because of a late fee).  If I don't pay this, I am screwed for the semester.  I have fall and spring covered (I think), but I have to get through summer or I'm not going to have all the credits I need.

So today, Mom called me to see how my interview went.  During the course of our conversation, my sister brought in the mail.  Mom said I had something from the high school and asked if she should open it.  I told her to go ahead and open it and tell me what it was.  Turns out, it was a check from the school district reimbursing me for gas (going to the high school from our house is a 40 mile round-trip - the school district has a fund that reimburses the families of students who have to drive that far every day) and a note of appreciation for working on the yearbook with the kids. Now, I always figured on this gig being a volunteer effort - I never expected to be paid for doing it or be reimbursed for gas.  And the check was for (drumroll please!) $800!  So, basically, I have the balance of tuition and fees covered and I didn't even know it!

Boy, that's a story for the Ensign.
I'm jut chilling out until I have to go to my class at 5:00 tonight.  Mom had some errands for me to run while I'm up in town, but I'm also waiting for the printers to call about our yearbook proofs.  The kids finished the yearbook yesterday and I sent it to the printers, but I guess something went wrong in the transmission, so the pictures look "bitmappy" (those were our sales rep's words).  Anyway, while I'm up here, I might as well go see what happened and if there's anything we can do to fix it.  Darn it, I was so excited yesterday to have the blasted thing finally done and now there's more drama to be had.  Welcome to the wonderful world of high school yearbooks.  If it wasn't a such a source of pride (and the one bright spot in my blighted high school career), I'd say to heck with it all.

But I have to share this rather funny (and quite juvenile) thing that happened last night as I was driving up north.  I was almost to my friend's house that I stay at when I have class weekends and I got stopped by road construction (there are four seasons in Utah - cold, very very cold, very very hot and construction).  I was just waiting for the flagger to let us go when a little beater '80s Honda Civic full of kids pulled up behind me beating the subwoofer like they owned the place.  Well, my little dirt-covered Explorer may not be much to look at, but it's got quite a nice bass, if I do say so myself (I think the previous owner did some overhaul to the sound system because I certainly didn't install anything in it).  And I HATE it when these little tin can cars act all "gangsta" and pound the speakers (just one of my little pet peeves), so I decide to find the bass-iest song on my iPod (which I had connected to the radio) and pound MY bass right back.  Linkin Park obliged quite nicely and I just smirked until the flagger flipped his little sign to "Slow" and we were on our merry way.  And the Honda Civic gave me a wide berth after we got out of the construction, to which I felt justified (let's hear it for passive-aggressive methods!)

Well, I guess I should go run errands now.
This icon makes me laugh incessantly, but I'm too nice to use it too regularly (even if some people deserve it).

It's mine and my dad's birthday on Monday and it seems like everyone and their dog is coming out to the ranch this weekend (they're branding calves too, so it's not entirely to come celebrate).  I hope they come bearing presents (ha ha).  I was almost inclined to let this birthday pass without notice since I hadn't got too excited about it.  This past week was pretty crappy - I got turned down for a few jobs, my bedroom flooded and I just felt lousy about life in general.  (On the flip side, when I appealed to my flist for book recommendations, they rose to the occasion magnificently!  Thanks to you all!)  But Mom asked what kind of cake I wanted and then I got excited for my birthday.  I guess I'm learning to enjoy the simple things in life :)

But it is official - the high school kids are not going to get their yearbook before school gets out.  Not for lack of effort on some kids' parts, but there are others that I could smack for their less-than-ambitious attitudes towards it (it's one thing to not care about the yearbook, but when you come in and make trouble for the ones who actually want to be there, that's when I get to be a hard-a**).  So, I guess we'll just schedule a little yearbook signing party in June when they can all come and get their books and sign them.  It's really too bad because this year's yearbook is going to be great.  And I don't think there's going be a school next year because some are going into town so they can play sports and others are just going to get their GED online (of course, that's all as of right now.  Who knows what everyone's status will be next week?  These people don't appreciate the concept of planning ahead.  They could still be waffling the day before school is supposed to start).  Well, it was fun while it lasted.  I enjoyed it.  And I like that I have a big volunteer credit to put on my resume :)

I was going to talk about more stuff, but then my mom wanted to come Facebook-stalk people and I lost my train of thought.  Then I got her set up on LiveJournal (but just for a private blog where she can come vent her feelings about life and crap.  She doesn't want anyone to see it, so I locked it down tighter than Fort Knox.  'Course, if I was an unscrupulously nosy person, I could get in and look at it because I set up her username and password.  But I'm not unscrupulously nosy.  No way.  Plus, there's nothing there that I'd want to read, anyway).
The Greater Cosmos(tm) has henceforth decreed that I shall never again be well.  I woke up yesterday with an obnoxious tickle in my throat that has now expanded to coating my lungs with sandpaper.  Every time I cough I feel like some vital organ is going to make an appearance.  Not amusing.

I have a conundrum - they asked the Relief Society presidency to speak in church next week, which I'm actually excited to do (I think I mentioned I was called as the second counselor).  I left church yesterday feeling like I'd hit the jackpot of Relief Society groups because the girls in my branch are AMAZING!  I love them so much already (and it's only been two weeks) and I'm really excited to get to know them.  But, I have a problem - Sunday is Mother's Day, which is one of two times in a year missionaries can call home (the other is Christmas).  My brother has been out on his mission for a year now and I'm really excited to talk to him this weekend (our missions overlapped, so I haven't actually seen him since I went to the MTC, but I did get to talk to him last Christmas).  The only problem is that he's calling at 3:00 and I don't get out of church until 4:00 (stupid 1:00 meeting time).  Well, I say he's calling us, but we're the ones that have to dial the number.  Anyway, the phone call is slated to take place at 3:00, but I don't know if we're calling from the ranch or our house in town.  If we're calling from town, I could give my talk, skip out on Sunday School and Relief Society (I know, I'm a bad second counselor - but phone call with brother on a mission trumps everything in life) and go talk to my brother.  But if we're calling from the ranch, there's no way I can give my talk and call my brother because it takes me 90 minutes at a minimum to get out there.  It's no big deal if I back out of speaking because the rest of the presidency lives in town and they'd be okay with it.  But I have to know soon so they aren't counting on me if I do have to bow out.  sigh... I'll figure it out...

Oh, and the prom was good over the weekend.  I wound up being the "limo" driver (the limo was my mom's Chevy Suburban with all the seats folded down and a blanket over the top.  And I was the yearbook photographer and I got some great shots, if I do say so myself *pats self on back*  I unearthed my old prom shoes for the occasion - they still fit AND they were actually pretty darn comfortable (you know, for being dress shoes).  The other girls had on this wicked-looking stilettos and none of them lasted the entire night.  I was pretty impressed with myself for keeping my shoes on (well, I didn't dance very much, so I guess I shouldn't rub it in too much).  I do not envy the clean-up job they had to do, though.  Some enterprising individual thought it would be cool to spread glitter all over the dance floor and in the hallway leading into the commons area.  Well, it's their prom, their decoration, their mess, so they got to clean it up ^_^

Speaking of yearbook, the kids are in the home-stretch.  They have until the end of this week to get all their pages done if they want their yearbook before the end of the school year.  I'm thinking of starting a betting pool on the outcome of this.  Right now, it's 2-to-1 odds that they won't get it done (is that right?  I know nothing about gambling...)  I did have the pleasure of telling the two most obnoxious boys to go away because I didn't want to deal with their idiocy anymore (I was a little nicer than that - their other teacher needed them for something else and I was only too happy to oblige him).  Anyway, yearbook - they have four days to finish about 20 or so pages (three, actually, since there's an all-day Pentathlon event on Friday).  It'll look great when it's done, but we have to get to that point.

And just so it doesn't sound like all I do is rag on them, they did get over $1,000 in sponsorship advertising on their little outing last week, so I have to give them mad props for that.  They really do want this to be good, it's just they let all their little drama crap get in the way of doing something really amazing.  Which, I guess that's just how high school is, so I shouldn't fault them for that.  Doesn't help that most of this kids are related to each other, which probably gives them some kind of license to treat each other like dirt.  Don't ask me what it's all about - I have a directive and it's not to referee hormonal teenage spats (I must be in a bad mood - I tried to complement them and I wound up being mean and crotchety again).

There is one 8th grade girl who kicks all kinds of butt in the page-layout-task-finishing department.  She reminds me a lot of me when I was in the yearbook and knew we had to get all these pages done.  And she does a really good job!  When I was showing the kids how to use PageMaker, she took right too it and she loves it!  Everyone else sticks to doing their pages in PowerPoint ("that's the way we've always done it and it works just fine" And your yearbooks have looked like something Coco the Ape threw on the walls XP), but she's a PageMaker whiz!  Anyway, she's awesome and I love her to death in only a way that a yearbook adviser loves the yearbook staffers. ^_^

I've finally picked up some Brandon Sanderson, since a few on my flist have been mentioning him as someone worth reading.  I found "Elantris" at the library and after a pretty slow start (that almost had me setting it aside for other things), it's become quite the compelling little read.  Spoilers )

And "24" is tonight, so look for that as well (if I'm still awake for it - this cough is killing me!)
It feels like it's been a week since I posted, but it's actually only been two days.

I'm trying to take a break from finishing up my reflective journal that's due tomorrow (I know I keep saying I'm done with this semester, but I'm really trying to finish all these little ticky-tack tasks that I need to have done regardless). It would have been done yesterday, but The Greater Cosmos(tm) decided that I needed to have a fight with the stomach flu. The dumb thing is that I felt like I had a head cold yesterday morning, then my stomach started to hurt, but I figured I'd be okay.  I went to yearbook and one kid decided he'd get smart with me, so I gave it right back to him (hey, the school district isn't paying me - I don't have to put up with this little asshat's crap).  Once said snotwipe went off to the corner to sulk, the rest of the kids were actually quite productive.  Today they're going to town to get sponsors for the yearbook and I was supposed to go with them, but... well, I didn't.

Anyway, came home, felt even crappier than before and wound up passed out on the couch moaning and sipping Fresca (with semi-frequent breaks to... yeah, I don't have to paint you a picture, do I?)  On the flip side, I did get to watch some stuff I've had DVR'd and haven't been able to watch lately (Hello "V"!) and I also caught the Jazz-Nuggets game, which after the Jazz beat Denver at home the other night, I thought they'd have this all wrapped up.  Turns out that no, we absolutely MUST go to game 6 (I suppose the "Utah Fans of 'Melo" wanted to get their money's worth - good grief, that was a stupid commercial.  Carmelo Anthony is one of the most overrated NBA players in recent memory and I hate that he's in the Jazz's division and we have to watch him so often.  But I must ask - is there a coalition of "Denver Fans of Kyrylo?")  Sigh... well, another game on Friday.  Here's to another Denver meltdown - plzkthx.

Oh, and today marks one year since my brother left on his mission and one year until he comes home.  Not that I'm going to rub that in to him.  It's bad form to remind missionaries how long they've been out and how long they have left.  It just depresses them.  I speak from experience (though at one point I did have some kind of countdown going on right before I came home).

Tonight I have a Relief Society leadership meeting - oh, yeah, I forgot to mention that I got called to be the second counselor in the branch Relief Society presidency.  Number 1 - I'm glad it's not president (been there, done that, got the t-shirt).  Number 2 - I'm glad I have something to do.  But we're also having a presidency meeting before the stake leadership meeting, so I have to drive into town earlier.  Which would have been fine, except I'd planned to go with the yearbook kids on their sponsor-getting trip and just stay in town, thus saving on gas and miles on my car.  But I still felt crappy this morning, so I didn't go, but now I feel better and I want to go to this leadership meeting, so now I'm driving back and forth for the next few days.

This is going to be one crazy weekend - the high school is also having Prom on Saturday and some kids from town are coming out (so our high school kids don't have to go with their cousins), and I've been volunteered to be the taxi driver to and from town.  Boy, I'm soooo glad I got sick this week... because, you know, I had nothing better to do...  And now I think it's going to rain.

Thus endeth the random post of randomness.  Yeah, that's pretty much it.  Except the dog is snoring.  And it's kinda cute. ^_^
That was an odd attempt to imagine the Crocodile Hunter (rest his soul) in the job hunt.  I've decided that I need at least some type of part-time work if I'm going to get through school (full-time would be heaven, but I'll take what I can get).

In the course of this past weekend, I got to talk to my sister who has recently been hired on permanently in the power plant's administrative department (lucky stiff...).  She told me that they were hiring, so I called the head of personnel and she told me "Ha ha - made you look!" (not in those exact words, but you get the drift).  BUT - I also found out that my sister's sister-in-law recently quit her job as the head-receptionist chick at our dentist's office, so I gave them a call and faxed my resume over.

Initially, this looks good - they asked me over the phone if I was working and if I was looking for part-time or full-time.  I told them that I was looking for whatever I could find and the only thing I have going on in my life right now is school, but that's all online excepting four weekends in the semester where I go to Salt Lake for face-to-face class time (did I mention that this dentist is closed on Fridays and that my classes are on Fridays and Saturdays?  Perfect scheduling!)  The lady I talked to sounded like I would have a good shot at this one (or maybe she does that to everyone that calls in), so we'll see.  Oh, and my sister worked for this dentist for a time while her sister-in-law was having a baby, so that might work out in my favor? (He would have offered her the job if she didn't already have one).

If worse come to worse, there's always the staffing service in town.  Or my sister also suggested going down to Cedar City (she was going to go work down there had she not gotten married).  I reeeeeeeally don't want to work in Salt Lake because that would mean I would have to live there (been there, done that, got the t-shirt).  And I'm certainly not jumping at the chance to move to Provo (I'm allergic to anything in Happy Valley).

So, thus beginneth Job Hunt 2010.  Joys...  In the meantime, there is more homework to do!  And this doesn't include my final projects that are due in two weeks.  And the yearbook deadline is the beginning of May and I found out today that the kids aren't as close to being done as I initially thought.  There are pages that are mostly done, except for a few minor details that are still waiting on something or other.  Sooooo... yeah... I need a break.

On the plus side, "24" is tonight.  And so will be a rehash.  I savor these moments ^_^
Number one - I LOVE being the yearbook adviser!  I've been doing it since January for West Desert High on a volunteer basis.  The school district is strapped for cash and, as a former yearbook editor myself there is NO way in you-know-where that I'm leaving this up to the sole teacher that's left to guide the kids on how to produce a quality publication.  After hearing about last year's debacle, I saw that they needed someone who actually knows what they're doing.  And I really enjoy it!  Even though I'm not getting paid for it (it would be great if I was, but it probably won't happen because of budget cuts - they're down to only one teacher in the school; they aren't going to fork out money for something like a yearbook adviser), I'm thinking of things we can implement next year and of lesson plans and how to teach the kids to use PageMaker - I'm even planning a mini-summer-yearbook-camp to put on for them (don't know how I'm going to manage it, but I'll think of something).  I'm getting into it!

Number two - As I was catching up on my friends page, [livejournal.com profile] narniadear was highlighting her top 10 children's books - from when she was a kid and now that she's an adult.  She also mentioned that Shannon Hale has been keeping track of the School Library Journal's list that they are compiling.  So, being inspired on all counts, I've decided to list my top 10 books that I read as a kid and children's books that I enjoy now that I'm sorta, kinda, mostly grownup (I don't consider myself a full adult - I have too much fun being a kid still.  Shoot, I'm still giddy about the high school yearbook!)  By the rule that Shannon Hale puts in her post, these are books geared for 8-12 year olds.  Not YA or picture books - that squishy area in the middle somewhere.

(I'm not sure if these are in any particular order - just the 10 that I find to be the most important to me)

Top 10 Books from Wildcat's Childhood (when she was actually, physically a child)

10. "Mitch and Amy" by Beverly Cleary - This was my first chapter book!  When I was in second grade, my mom thought I was old enough to start reading chapter books, so we went to the library and she told me this was one that she liked when she was a kid.  I read it out loud with my mom and then I went on to the Ramona books (which are wonderful in their own right), but this is the one that started it all.

Speaking of...

9. "Ramona the Pest" by Beverly Cleary - Funny story - there's a girl in Ramona's kindergarten class that has blonde curly hair (Ramona says she has "boing-boing curls" and she always wants to pull one and watch it spring back).  Well, I didn't have boing-boing curls as a kid, but then I grew up and my hair curled naturally.  I read this book so many times that I always think of that when I'm trying to coerce my hair into doing something other than poofing out.  And I always think about her teacher telling her to sit in her chair "for the present" and thinking that she's going to get a present.  All the Ramona books are wonderful - and the spin-offs (Harry and Beezus, Ribsy, etc.).  Beverly Cleary was a big part of my childhood.

8. "Tales of a Fourth-Grade Nothing" by Judy Blume - I'm the oldest in my family and I can relate to Peter Hatcher's annoyance with his little brother.  This is my favorite of Judy Blume's "Fudge" books.

7. "Little House on the Prairie" by Laura Ingalls Wilder - Another series that my mom got me hooked on that I wore out my library card on.  Made even more significant by the fact I grew up on a farm.  Also fueled my history-nut-ness.  I was really mad at my teacher when I tried to classify it as a biography in a book report (because it was LIW's life story in novel form) and she made me change it to a "Growing Up" story. (I was just reading the Amazon page for LIW and the audiobook version of "On the Banks of Plum Creek" is performed by Cherry Jones, who plays President Taylor in "24")

6. "Charlotte's Web" by EB White - I even had a little piglet I named Wilbur because he was the runt! I never felt bad about killing our farm animals because of this book, though.  Again, I grew up on a farm and I figured that farm girls read stuff like this (my mom did - goodness, I didn't realize how many books my mom recommended to me!)

5. "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" by Roald Dahl - Oh geez - who hasn't read this one?  I thought because I loved chocolate that I must love this book.  And I do.  Some people say it's creepy, but I think it's just quirky and fun.  Maybe that says something about me...

4. The American Girl series by various authors - I have to point out that I'm talking about the Felicity, Kirsten, Addy, Samantha and Molly books.  I haven't been able to read much of the newer ones, but I think those are getting a little too PC for my tastes (Kit's all right, though).  I used to check these out of the library and bookmobile ALL THE TIME!! Then my aunt bought me the first three Samantha books for my birthday and it was over.  I learned so much of history from these books, which is why I'm such a history nut today.  I even have the Kirsten doll (which has now been retired *tear*).

3. "The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe" by CS Lewis - I admit, I didn't read the rest of the series until I was in college (I couldn't tell you why that is), but I loved LWW as a kid!  I was always so mad that the kids went back to real life in the end.  You're a freaking king or queen of Narnia!  Why would you leave?  But then I got the rest of the story and it's okay :)

2. "The Hobbit" by JRR Tolkien - We did a Reader's Theater of in 6th grade and I was inspired to read the actual book over the summer.  That led me to want to read the "Lord of the Rings" - which I did NOT finish and didn't attempt again until high school (I actually finished the whole trilogy then).  LotR may be about the end of the world, but "The Hobbit" is just a fun little tale of a creature being swept up in a great adventure and coping with it the best he can.

1. "The Giver" by Lois Lowry - This one is actually on the School Library Journal's list.  My 4th grade teacher read it to our class and I've loved it ever since.  I first bought a copy in 1995, but that has since been demolished because I read it so much.  I bought a new copy a few years ago and was happy to find that Lois Lowry wrote two more to go along with it.  "The Giver" is a classic - it paints a picture of what could happen if we forget our history and if let we the quest for "equality" go too far.  That's what I got from it, anyway - there's more - I could give a whole treatise on what you learn from the little bitty book.  Lowry said that it was about preserving our memories for the next generation and what could happen if we forget (which, I guess goes along with my history comment).  And it's written in a way that kids can understand.  You get more out of it as you get older.  I think it's something that everyone should read.

I think that's good for now (Scout is on my lap and she's licking my hand while I'm typing.  It's distracting to have the dog want to play while you're trying to work).  I'll probably do my "Top 10 Children's Books Now That I'm an Adult (sort of)" when I've had time to think about it.  And there'll probably be a little overlap (kinda).
I Believe the Term You're Looking for is *headdesk* - Just came back from yearbook.  And found out that the school owns a copy of Adobe PageMaker!  And we've been needlessly using PowerPoint this whole time!!  The best line was the principal going "Oh - well, we used PowerPoint last year and it was a nice yearbook."

(Note - Last year's yearbook was the publishing world's version of cow manure.  Even the kids said so.  If you saw it, you'd think so even if you had the tact to not say it out loud.  Which I didn't until this year's staff said it first.  Then I felt okay about it.)

Is There Something You're Trying to Tell Me? - Upon my return home, I got the mail and saw that this month's church magazines had come.  And one of the cover stories on the Ensign (the magazine for adults) was "Confidence to Marry" and then listed four - count 'em, FOUR - page numbers on which related articles could be found.  If that wasn't enough, the entire New Era (the magazine for teenagers) is dedicated to the topic of "Dating for Beginners."

I'm almost afraid to look in the Friend... (the magazine for children)

Ending on a Upbeat Note and a Question - I also got a notice of my student loan awards and all I have to do is go online and accept the ones I want for the 2010-2011 school year (yay!!!)  But I also have a question that maybe someone out there in internet land can answer - I've been awarded subsidized and unsubsidized loans and a Perkins loan.  I accepted the subsidized loans because those don't accrue interest until I graduate (unsubsidized do).  But, the Perkins loan - I'm not sure when it starts collecting interest.  And I need a little extra because the subsidized loans didn't quite cover all my tuition and fees and I need money for books and such.

So, my question is does anyone know if a Perkins loan starts accruing interest when I get it or if it waits until I graduate?  I tried looking for the answer online, but nobody has a satisfactory English-non-legalese answer and the financial aid office in Kansas is closed (poo...)
I woke up this morning with the dog curled up on my stomach.  I looked around the room and realized that the laws of entropy are alive and well in my life.  I leave for a week and... well, for one thing my room is a royal mess.  I don't think it was that bad when I left, but there are four little agents of chaos that frequent my home, even when I'm not here (legitimately it could be five, since my sister is here but she typically stays in her own room in her own world - but that's not conducive to controlling the young Chaos Trolls).  But I need to clean it and pray that I find my red jump drive because I cannot for the life find it and it's got some pretty important crap on there - school work, yearbook pages, the backup of my book - and I use it with great frequency.  So, I'm a little stressed over losing that.

Side note on these Chaos Trolls: I have long asserted that the best form of birth control is baby-sitting - especially the Chaos Trolls.  Mom always said I was overreacting and they're actually very cute kids.  And they are - when they want to be.  Well, once upon a few months ago, my sister and her husband were enlisted to baby-sit the Trolls while their parents went to the temple.  Sis and Hubby gladly watched the kids, but by the end of the night, they were frazzled and - to quote what my sister told my mom: "We're never having children."  Even my easy-going brother-in-law was not amused - maybe because my sister came uncorked at them and that is not a pretty sight.  Well, it's funny when she's mad at someone else, just not you.

Speaking of chaos - I also have to keep a close eye on all the critters that camp out in our yard, more specifically, the dogs.  They are their own breed of Chaos Trolls.  Oh, and did I mention that our weenie dog is in heat?  That adds a whole degree of entertainment.  There is no way little Scout will get pregnant by any of the farm dogs (I don't think I need to explain the biology), but there are plenty of alpha males that will probably get into fights just because she's there.  Personally, I will count it as a blessing if our border collie, Butch, mortally wounds (read: kills) that idiot Flip who I hate so much.

One happy side effect of growing up on a farm - there is little need for any of those embarrassing "birds and the bees" talks.  You already know what's going on by the time you're seven.  Sure, you still get the talks, but Mom has an actual context to work with.

The living room is a mess and the kitchen is a disaster - our dishwasher still isn't fixed yet even though we order the parts two weeks ago.  So, I am washing dishes by hand, which is not bad because I insist on using one of those scrubbie wand thingies (I think I was scarred as a young child by reaching into murky dishwater, not knowing what lurked beneath the greasy former-suds.  That can be a scary adventure - even worse than the Terror Ride at Lagoon - that's another "scarred-for-life" story I need to tell).

Oh - and homework - March is my most busiest month this semester.  Seems like everything is due at the end of the month, though one of my professors was kind enough to make everything due in his class on the last class weekend, which is April 24 and that's not going to be as stressful.  But so much must be done.

And the yearbook - we finally have a consensus on the cover design and a few other things - they're getting a hardcover book, which I lobbied hard for (this softcover spiral-bound nonsense has to stop - it's a yearbook for Pete's sake.  I've seen the condition the old softcover ones at the school are in and it's is vomit-inducing).  Now, we just have to get the pages done.  They're working on it, but it is sooo tempting for me to take on a few pages myself just to speed the process along.  But I have to not do that because the kids need to know how this stuff works.  Sure, I could do the whole thing for them and it'd look okay, but it wouldn't mean anything.  So, I have to swallow my impatience and let them learn on their own.

(Dear Heavenly Father - I know I need to learn patience.  I get that lesson every single day.  Is there any way that I can possibly have a Spring Break from this life lesson?  My blood pressure is starting to rise - again.  Oh - I can't?  Mm... didn't think so.  Can I just say - I have a feeling that I'm about to learn some kind of hard life lesson.  I know it must be done, but it doesn't mean I have to look forward to it).

Oh, and there's all my self-inflicted projects that keep me sane.  Those are also on The List for the very real fact I hate not finishing things.  So, I have a few cross-stitches I'm doing, plus some fun books I'm reading and the one I'm writing (which has been put on the back burner because it seems like someone has something else for me to every time I try to sit down and work on it.  And it's usually my dad with some spreadsheet or another for me to draft.  I guess I just need to turn off the phone for long periods of time).

Aww... cute - Cash (the youngest of the Chaos Trolls) just came over to keep me company.  And to watch "Tom and Jerry Blast Off to Mars" on our big TV.  You see where I rank, don't you?  Luckily, the older Trolls are in school, which means he can't do too much damage and I might be able to get a handle on it.



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