Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Third day of the semester and I have set my limits early.  I'm never afraid to say "when" if it means giving my health a break.  I signed up for Sign Language 2 and though it is a relatively easy class compared to others I have taken, its timing within my schedule was exhausting me far too soon.  Having a lab science at 8:30 in the morning and a Math class in the later afternoon made functioning after 5pm far more difficult than I had imagined.  Combine that with physical therapy for my lousy spine wearing me down on the odd days of the week, I found out early enough that I needed to offer up that "when" on Tuesdays and Thursdays. 
Anyway, I absolutely love my classes.  Western Civ with Dr. Bramhall is wonderful; it seems to be over too quickly, in my opinion.  Same goes for my Geology class, although I do have a lengthy lab PLUS lectures on Thursdays.  Being that my family considers me an over-achiever, I switched each of those 2 courses to the Honors versions for a little mental workout.
All in all, my first three days of Fall semester has been both exciting and enlightening.  I'm grateful for advisors who have the interests of the student in mind.  My over achieving nature originally had me registered for 19 credit hours! With the proper advice I widdled it down to 14 and as of today it's down to 11 unless I can squeeze in an online course specifically for my major.  Whether I do or not, I can't wait to see what the rest of the next 15.5 weeks has to offer.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Anticipatory though it may be, I sense with all my nephew's Spidey senses that this semester will be the best there ever was.  I see stellar performances in all my classes, monumental essays and jaw dropping test results.  In addition to all this my humility I predict the need for extinsive security measures in the event that someone will desire to know my genius for their own.  I'm going to invest in a guard dog I think.  My cousin has one that may just be what I'm looking for; tell me what you think:
Or I could save myself the time of training a new champ and stick with my parents dog.  She's older and *ahem* wiser and has no fear...
In any case, if these options are unfavorable to my needs I can always hire my nephew to protect me in my darkest hours.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Fudge is one of three that I currently have.  Before these three came to live with me I had a small tabby named Daisy.  She passed away 3 weeks before I took in Fudge and Picklepuss.  Truffles came to live with us a little over a year ago. 

Daisy Mae
Truffles is the most curious
Her full name is Princess Picklepuss-- I just call her Pickle
She has innocent down to an art

I am content being a cat lady.  Yes, I have cats; it would be sillier than necessary to not have cats and say I am a cat lady.  For that matter, my father is as much of a cat lady as I am!  But I digress - My own cats are my joy and my therapy.  I share the responsibility of caring for our outdoor cats and kittens with my father and find as much amusement in them as my own.  I have successfully returned to school after a 15 year hiatus during which (and still) endured many health problems.  My days and nights are booked with quiet satisfaction and accomplishment.  I find solice in the beautiful things in this life and strive to keep a positive attitude when things get tough.  Being a proud aunt and daffy sister as well as an extremely grateful daughter, I am very close with my family and thankful for everything that each one of them does for me.  My world is simple and unflashy but it is mine. 

Fudge is a heavy drinker

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