| On most weekends, Calvin and I come up with a "Honey-do" list on Friday evening (sometimes we start as early as Thursday) of all the things we want to accomplish over the weekend. We tell each other we're going to get up at 7:00 a.m. We tell each other we're going to get sweaty, dirty, and sore in our war against clutter and disorganization. We tell each other we're going to systematically check off every item on our list and not rest until they're all done. We tell the alarm to "bite me" when it goes off at 7:00 a.m. on Saturday morning. True to form, we ignored the alarm this morning and slept in until 11:00. Oh, but it felt so gooood! *But*, we also cleaned out the garage and made a dump run, cleared out all the clutter in the area that will someday regain its status as the dining room, and put together two sets of bathroom vanities. Before 6:00. I believe we've redeemed ourselves. Boss-man was also kind enough to allow me to leave at 1:00 on Friday, and I spent a couple of hours at the library jamming out my Greece presentation. The problem I'm running into is not *what* to say, but where to stop! This Humanities class is by far the best class I've taken yet. The professor is a fascinating woman who has been *everywhere*. There are only five students in the class, including myself, so the atmosphere has been very informal. It's really just been one long conversation and story-telling session. We went from The Cradle of Civilization all the way through the Modern Age in nine weeks. I could spend two or three times as long in this class. It feels like we rushed through it. That's the point of the University I'm going to - herd the adults through to their degree as fast as possible. And, too, that's exactly what I *want* to happen (especially through those damned management classes). That piece of paper will be hard-won. But sometimes I come across a class that I'd even consider taking if it *wasn't* required. It's funny, when I was a child I wanted to be an archaeoligist or marine biologist. Instead, I'm working at AcronymCo trying to get a degree in Management. I can't think of anything else I'd rather be doing less. It's scary to think of making a really drastic change, and going in a completely different direction. That's what it's going to take, though, in order for me to find what I *do* want to be when I grow up. Security is a hard thing to give up, especially considering my life prior to meeting Calvin. And security is one thing AcronymCo has to offer. I have a friend in Maine who has known what she wanted to be since she was in seventh grade. She went through high school, went through college, and systematically marched toward her goal until she achieved it. Even Marie, at twelve, knows that she wants to be a vet *and* knows that she wants to go to Tufts University, specifically. I wonder what makes their brains tick that they can be that way. I have a lot of things that I *like* to do, but I know of nothing that I want as a career. Unless somebody wants to pay me for my website. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller? In other news, does anyone out there know why German Shepherds think it's such a good idea to EAT INSULATION??? There's pieces of it waiting for the skylights to be installed, and Kye in her infinite doggie wisdom decided it would be fun to shred it to itty bitty pieces and strew it around the yard. And consume a good bit of it in the process. I know this because I spray out their pen. You really wanted to know that, didn't you? ~grin~ Stupid animal. In other, other news, my apologies for the time it takes to load the pictures on this site (and thanks, Viv, for pointing it out to me). As soon as I have a spare second (hah) I'll Photoshop 'em down to a manageable size. Sheesh, this entry went all over the place, didn't it? |