Is it sick that I get a high from writing my class schedule in my planner? And that it makes me giddy to apply for jobs and such for when we return to Kansas?
Yes. It does.
I'm okay with that.
My first class as a Master's student is May 28th and ends June 13th. 3 credit hours completed in 6 days of class. I figure it can't be much worse than being at work for that time as far as my attention span goes, so it should be grand. My other class meets every Monday in June, and the first and last Tuesdays in June. By the end of my birthday month, I'll have 6 credits toward my graduate degree.
It makes my heart cry that it's snowing outside.
This would've been the ideal week for Kathleen to visit, because I have no desire to be outside on my bike. Last week was perfect riding weather, but I strapped myself to the trainer and did intervals so I wouldn't be riding as long. Ah, well. Another week of being on the trainer won't kill me.
We had a small dog staying with us for a weekend because a client couldn't hold on to him and he therefore risked being put to sleep. I think Chuck has noticed that we have had several animals come into our home that were temporary, and he's now worried that his status as a permanent family member isn't so secure. As a result, he's been a lot more affectionate. I won't complain.
40 days until we move back to Kansas. ROCK.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
I might throw up.
Tonight marks the first of what will become many, many visits between Kathleena and myself since we've been married folk. I didn't realize until Bobby asked me last night if Kathleen had visited before (silly Bobby and his silly memory), and I said no. Then I thought about it-- I haven't visited her either! We saw each other in Kansas over Christmas, but we hadn't visited one another in our living quarters since going from KS's to KB's. Craziness. So she will be here, and I am SO excited! No work for a few days (except Thursday-- silly group) and spending far too much time with my other me. Bobby may end up poking his eyes out by the end of her trip.
Last night was all sorts of crazy. I can't really go into details because it was with my job (and being a social worker is kind of like being a CIA agent), but how glorious it was to come home to a wonderful husband who made me dinner and wanted to go hiking with our dog. The hike may have gone better if Peli hadn't found something dead to roll in (why does she ALWAYS find the one dead thing in a five mile radius to roll in?), but she needed a bath anyway.
So how many folks watched the Big Love episode? I didn't, because I'm poor and don't have HBO (and having HBO may try to take away from my biking/hiking time, which no thanks), but I did find it on Youtube (everything is on youtube). I watched it out of curiousity, and because I wrote my article on it this week and thought it'd be good if I checked whether or not I had a reason to write the things I wrote. And... I did. I didn't write anything controversial or anything, but I did write that I pretty much had to choose between my family and the things I experienced in the temple, and as a result, my parents don't really speak to me anymore. Those things were so sacred to me that I lost my dad to experience them, and as a hardcore daddy's girl, it wasn't easy. But those experiences were special to me, so it was worth it. It was worth losing that much. So Tom Hanks (yes, the actor) and his grudge against Prop 8 decided to "cast pearls before swine" (not that I consider the public to be swine, per say [depending on the day], but they're not prepared to see/hear the things the episode showed). It made me sick to my stomach to watch it-- kind of like a car wreck-- but I must say, that ex-member consultant they got has an amazing memory. I've been going to the temple for a couple years now and I still need help. It won't hurt the church, of course, but it does make me sad that human decency and respect were the cost of getting a few more viewers this week.
And now my PSA since it's humping season: protect your dog/cat's carnal treasure. Get them spayed or neutered. If you have a dog and want to take them to the shelter, it's going to get put to sleep, simply because it's make-like-a-bunny time and puppies and kittens are everywhere. There's no room. And if you do adopt an animal, you've contracted with that animal that you will care for it and give it the best life possible until it dies. That's not until you kill it, but until it dies. You don't get to put an animal to sleep simply because you can't care for it but you don't want it to go to someone else. Geez.
It's been a week.
Last night was all sorts of crazy. I can't really go into details because it was with my job (and being a social worker is kind of like being a CIA agent), but how glorious it was to come home to a wonderful husband who made me dinner and wanted to go hiking with our dog. The hike may have gone better if Peli hadn't found something dead to roll in (why does she ALWAYS find the one dead thing in a five mile radius to roll in?), but she needed a bath anyway.
So how many folks watched the Big Love episode? I didn't, because I'm poor and don't have HBO (and having HBO may try to take away from my biking/hiking time, which no thanks), but I did find it on Youtube (everything is on youtube). I watched it out of curiousity, and because I wrote my article on it this week and thought it'd be good if I checked whether or not I had a reason to write the things I wrote. And... I did. I didn't write anything controversial or anything, but I did write that I pretty much had to choose between my family and the things I experienced in the temple, and as a result, my parents don't really speak to me anymore. Those things were so sacred to me that I lost my dad to experience them, and as a hardcore daddy's girl, it wasn't easy. But those experiences were special to me, so it was worth it. It was worth losing that much. So Tom Hanks (yes, the actor) and his grudge against Prop 8 decided to "cast pearls before swine" (not that I consider the public to be swine, per say [depending on the day], but they're not prepared to see/hear the things the episode showed). It made me sick to my stomach to watch it-- kind of like a car wreck-- but I must say, that ex-member consultant they got has an amazing memory. I've been going to the temple for a couple years now and I still need help. It won't hurt the church, of course, but it does make me sad that human decency and respect were the cost of getting a few more viewers this week.
And now my PSA since it's humping season: protect your dog/cat's carnal treasure. Get them spayed or neutered. If you have a dog and want to take them to the shelter, it's going to get put to sleep, simply because it's make-like-a-bunny time and puppies and kittens are everywhere. There's no room. And if you do adopt an animal, you've contracted with that animal that you will care for it and give it the best life possible until it dies. That's not until you kill it, but until it dies. You don't get to put an animal to sleep simply because you can't care for it but you don't want it to go to someone else. Geez.
It's been a week.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
58 days and counting
Seriously counting. I like to make lists and get all OCD with things that I'm excited about. How many paychecks do I have until we move to Kansas? Calculate how much goes to rent, insurance, bills, etc-- add up money from my newspaper articles and Bobby's bike shop pay check-- minus the bike stuff we're getting. Consider possible amount being added from TWO garage sales we'll be having come end of April. Sell sell sell! It's all I can do to now get boxes now and pack everything up. It wouldn't be so bad living out of boxes for a couple months, would it?
54 days until my last day at work. I have a lot to do between now and then-- organize the files, write a manual for my job, rewrite the volunteer training manual, figure out a system for tracking statistics for the new employee-- all in addition to my normal every day stuff.
9 days until Kathleen comes to Utah. YAY! It's not going to be fiscally exciting (zoom in on my empty wallet), but it'll be good to have time off of work and just chill with my best friend. I see lots of temple hopping in our immediate future. I saw her just this past Christmas, but hot dang, I could go for some Kathleena time on a daily basis (and according to my phone bill, I usually end up doing just that).
I've skipped a few articles that I've written as far as posting a link here goes, but someone left a comment on my article that seems especially potent. It might sound familiar (it's a post I put here last summer with some modifications), but it's something to pay attention to-- watch for cyclists. Seriously. We could die. http://www.tmi2day.com/2009/03/05/resist-the-temptation-ape-man/
54 days until my last day at work. I have a lot to do between now and then-- organize the files, write a manual for my job, rewrite the volunteer training manual, figure out a system for tracking statistics for the new employee-- all in addition to my normal every day stuff.
9 days until Kathleen comes to Utah. YAY! It's not going to be fiscally exciting (zoom in on my empty wallet), but it'll be good to have time off of work and just chill with my best friend. I see lots of temple hopping in our immediate future. I saw her just this past Christmas, but hot dang, I could go for some Kathleena time on a daily basis (and according to my phone bill, I usually end up doing just that).
I've skipped a few articles that I've written as far as posting a link here goes, but someone left a comment on my article that seems especially potent. It might sound familiar (it's a post I put here last summer with some modifications), but it's something to pay attention to-- watch for cyclists. Seriously. We could die. http://www.tmi2day.com/2009/03/05/resist-the-temptation-ape-man/
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