I've never wanted more to stab something with Occam's razor.

We are at the new house. It's pretty nice.

My garage is FULL of boxes and furniture.

Ouch.

I am very sore and we had -movers- for goodness sake.

I'm getting too old.

Hillary Clinton rocked it tonight.

I have never been a traveler, but I am dying to travel. If I could just round up someone to go with me, I would take off on a little trip. I've always wanted to go to Seattle... hmmm

Well, life is non-exciting for me. I will loose my mind if I don't find a day job! Friday, I took my youth to a lock-in at another church. It was a lot of fun. They had this obstacle fun jumper, and we all got in it. It was packed with kids. Anyway, me and another girl fell down and we could not get up. Someone was saying that we fell on a kid or something, and I was freaking laughing so hard I peed a little. When I go to church functions with my youth, I realize how blessed I am for having grown up in a church. I know it seems like it should be the opposite, but my God and I so thankful I did not turn out to be one of those stuffy, church-y Christians. I am a freaking real person for God's sake. All the older people there were so stiff and would look at me crazy because I was all up in the middle of things with the kids.

On another note, something crazy has happened. I have been loving single life, and had no desire to be married or anything, and now I am craving a family of my own. I cannot wait to be married and adopt some babies. So weird. But I will probably be single a loong time because I will definitely be super picky.

We have a house.
Now I will have -no life- for a few weeks while I move in & unpack.

Wow.

Johnna presented a challenge about education we were entirely unprepared for... she didn't like anything about it.  Excepting the recess time, of course.  I've never known an elementary school-age child so resistant to learning or to attending school.  For middle and high school kids this is almost a given, but not at this age.  There's no doubt she would have become a lost cause had a traditional approach been her only option.  I ranted and raved, just short of swooning, after finding out what the school she's attending offered.  And now she's entering into her third week, I'm happy to report it's all justified. 

I caught myself getting upset about all the remedial work she's involved with, and then backed up and did a mental slap.  Of course she's involved in remedial work, because she didn't "get" it the first time through.  It's so incredible -  for the first time in almost a year of having her with us - to hear her report accomplishments.   I can DO it all by my self, she's heard saying each day.   I  AM smart, ain't I Grandma?  Yes, you most certainly are.  Pure music to our ears.

We get a written report of all the topics covered in class each day.  The report includes lots of individual and group pictures of the kids in the various activities, which has a very inclusive feel to it. They don't bring home finished work, but with a simple click of the mouse all her work can be viewed on line (either scanned or uploaded).  No more homework headaches as we're assured the kids get a rigorous intellectual workout at school and need the mental down-time.  And by golly, it seems true enough looking at the steady progress.

My school year isn't quite that attractive becoming increasingly mired in both ancient Greek philosophy and history.  Truth is, I honestly don't care to answer whether the chair has form or not.  I don't care whether the same river can be stepped in twice.  It's not even more important whether Herodotus or Thucydides was more influential on modern historical writing.  I would, however, love to quite writing about this stuff.   Just for once it would be so wonderful to study something I WANT to study.  That is, to decide what I want to take away from the lectures, not listen with an ear to write.  This is not really learning, but learning to write.  Maybe, possibly... learning how to think.  

I didn't enter school expecting to come out the other side with a profession, and in the event I am learning to think, it occurs to me there's no one out in the world prepared to pay me because I can.  How disappointing.  Martin found a bumper sticker the other day that although I busted up with laughter reading it, served to make a very relevant point:  "I have a liberal arts degree... would you like fries with that?"  Really, really funny.  Still, it's not likely after earning this diploma I'll be sitting at the kitchen table looking at the want ads and find something to the effect:  Wanted.  Person trained to think.  Apply immediately.  Excellent benefits.

I dunno.  Maybe spending three solid hours in philosophy class on any given day would depress anyone.  Wars and plagues are much more fascinating, and dare I say, applicable to daily life.  Philosophy at a senior course level is not my cup of tea. 

c.o.l.u.m.b.i.a

my home sweet home


Okay, so that's a big, fat lie...I hate it here and it is already starting to ooze in and poison my life. However, I really, really don't want to let that happen because the fact is...I can't do anything about it so I'm going to have to learn how to cope and maybe even be a little happy.

My plan is to ignore where I am and concentrate on school and marriage. I think my classes will be really great this semester. With the exception of Biology 1010 all of my classes are major classes. So that is going to be nice. My Bio class will be okay, I think. There are 400 students, but my professor seems to be pretty down to earth and willing to help. I'm just going to have to read the book.

Clinical Psych is a small class and the professor is really cool. She is young and really pretty. She told us the class is really interactive, so hopefully I can make some friends. Everyone seems to be cool, there's even a girl from back home in the class.

Girl (to the prof): "I'm from Joplin."
Me: "*I'm* from Joplin!"
Girl (to me): "Really? Well I'm actually from Webb City."
Me: "Well I'm from Carl Junction."
Boy (to the class): "So neither of you are actually from Joplin at all!"

It was funny. Maybe we can be friends and she can ride home with us sometime or something. We'll see.

Abnormal Psych is going to be really cool. The professor is seemingly awesome, so good news. I think the class itself is going to be interesting, plus I'm in it with Nathan and Dorothy. So far so good.

We'll see how tomorrow's classes go.


Tonight I will do laundry. I must. There is no hope for a wardrobe this week without it.
Doug is currently at a job interview for Michael's so hopefully that goes well. It'll be really nice when he can get a job and we don't feel so scrapped for cash.

I am going to read some of my textbooks perhaps. Or maybe start reading How To Kill A Mockingbird. Not sure. I could work on this puzzle Doug and I bought. But I like working on it with him, it's a good thing to do together where you can still talk and stuff.

Okay, I'm rambling. Off to the washing machines!