Wet spots and other irritations

I hate sleeping in the wet spot. And no, it's not what you think.

I woke up this morning to the bed shaking in time to rhythmic sluurrp sluuurp sluuuuuuurping of one of the demon dogs licking a paw so vigorously that I'm surprised there is any fur left on that foot. I could feel cold clammy dampness on my calf. Ugh! I flew out of bed, or tried to, because I was trapped by dog bodies pinning the covers over my legs. Much flailing ensued, followed by two cranky and muttering dogs being unceremoniously ushered outside. Back in the bedroom, a large wet slobber spot greeted me from my newly laundered comforter. Damn dogs! Covers were dragged off the bed and stuffed into the washer. AGAIN. Argh.

I didn't get to go to my appointment for college admissions yesterday. About an hour before I was going to head out, I sent Mrs. Smith an email to confirm our appointment and, get this, got her OUT OF OFFICE reply stating that she will be gone from Nov 17th (yesterday, the day of our appointment) until Dec 1st. Um, WHAT? I called and got her voicemail, which said the same thing. I don't really know what made me contact her to confirm, usually when I have an appointment I just head out the door and expect everything to go as SCHEDULED. (gettit? ha.) Some sixth-gas-and-time-saving-sense did me a positive there.

But seriously, WTF, Mrs. Fancy-Pants Counselor? Was it some sort of emergency, or just crappy planning? I am frustrated. At some point today I'll call the school's main line and see what happens next. But at the moment, I am a little turned off. Also, I am not feeling like getting out of my pajamas. But that's normal.

A break from the whining

Check out the new Iddy Biddy Blog, written by Mir of Woulda Coulda Shoulda fame. In her words:

"It’s a blog about going green for those of us “regular” folks who either cannot or will not immediately give up everything less-than-ideal."

Mir is awesome, I have been reading her blog for years, and I love her take on going green - very realistic and inspiring.

Whining recommenced

Of course, washing my king-sized comforter twice in less than 24 hours isn't very green of me. But I doubt Mir would sleep in dog drool either, and that's one of the many reasons I love her so.

Well, hello there stranger!

So, I've been absent, for.... a while. A loooooooong while. I've been in sort of a creative slump - deny the existence of the interwebs - wow time flies - mode. Dunno why, but it happens to me periodically. Sorry 'bout that. It's just the way I roll, apparently.

So, let's see... I've moved into the new house. And um... I've read a lot of books. And... become proficient at ignoring the house work. Not very interesting. I feel like the last few months have just slipped past without my notice. Weird, yes? This cannot be normal.

But now I am gearing up to go back to school and I am TERRIFIED. Also, excited, nervous, scared, and worried about money. The mister has been very encouraging and for the most part very patient with my whining about how sceered I am.

My current "plan" is to get at least an associates degree in graphic design. My last soiree into college was 10 - almost 11! - years ago and I went with a full honors scholarship and ZERO motivation. I went straight from high school to college and was SICK TO DEATH of school. Now I am looking forward to it (mostly). I hope I can remember how to write papers and do algebra and so on. Yikes.

Of course, I need to pick a school first, and that has been presenting it's own challenges. And then applying for scholarships and the dreaded student loans. SCEERY! I do have an appointment with a counselor* on Monday, so hopefully that will help me get started.

*(Side story: This counselor always refers to herself as "Mrs. Smith". Not her full name, not ever. Clearly she expects me to call her "Mrs." Which, okay, I guess I forgot about that particular schoolish thing**, but it kinda bugs me a little. Since, you know, I am now an ADULT with a house payment and a (teensy) retirement account and all. I guess it would be less weird if she didn't keep calling me by my first name. Look, I'm 28 and married, which you know from my info I submitted, so either return the courtesy and call me "Mrs." or skip the formality all together. I think when my hubby and I go to the appointment, I'll introduce us as "Mr. and Mrs." and see how that flies.)

**(I have no problem with calling people by their titles, such as "Professor" or "Doctor" or just being respectful to my elders, etc. But for some reason, this lady just bugs me. I mean, this school is going to cost me THOUSANDS of dollars, doesn't that earn me the right to call the admissions counselor by her first name? Or at least for her to return the courtesy and call me "Mrs."? After all, I am a CUSTOMER and deserve to be treated as one, yes?***)

***(Despite above rant, I know this isn't really THAT big of a deal. It's just weird and kinda... annoying.)

My Mantra: I can do this, I can do this, also: quit being a weenie.

So that's my news, such as it is. Riveting, huh?