Where it's at

Well, the internet satellite dish is running again... for the moment. We had an appointment with the installer to upgrade our dish and realign us to a satellite that is newer and less prone to problems. BUT, when he got here, we found that we needed to remove some trees to get a clear shot at the satellite, and since these trees are right next to the propane tank, we now need our tree guy to come and cut them down without exploding the tank. Exploding the tank I can do all by myself!

So, we are still on tenuous service until then. Whenever THAT is.

Other than the great internet hunt, I have been a complete and utter slug. It doesn't help that EVERY SINGLE TIME I step foot outdoors, something bites me and leaves an itchy spot somewhere inconvenient.

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Like behind my knees. Or on a spot that should have been impenetrable by the complete coverage of the ginormous Granny panties I find so sexy! So, I spend the day with an ice pack trying to freeze myself into comfort. And as I render myself completely numb, I work on my (current edition) ACT books. Funny how trying to use rusty 30 year old geometry information can make you sweat even as you sit on a block of ice!

I also spend an inordinate amount of time playing computer games. But that's what summer vacation is for, right?? Dulling your mind with electronic entertainment?? If so, I am well ahead of the power curve.

I went into school to review my program score sheet... just to torture myself a bit more. I already knew where I stood educationally, but wanted to see my interview results. And some of them were surprising.

Over all, I scored pretty good, but there were a few line items that stumped me. Like "communication skills." I didn't score as well as I would have expected. One would have thought that my frequent use of "you know" and "fer sure" would have garnered me some points. Do you think they took some off for saying "awesome" and "groovy" too many times?

Then there was "knowledge of the professional field." I really scored badly here. I would have thought that blathering on about all the job shadowing I did, and what I found interesting in the latest issue of the organization newsletter would suffice. So, I plan to set up an appointment with the clinical director, who conducted the interview, to throttle her neck pick her brain about what they we looking for in this category. I mean, it's not like they are going to let me irradiate people just to see if I enjoy it, right?

Finally, and this one really hurts, there was "clean and professional appearance." Let's see... I had SHOWERED and WASHED MY HAIR. I was wearing a SUIT, complemented with tasteful, understated JEWELRY. I had on MAKEUP, had PLUCKED MY EYEBROWS, and was wearing coordinating HEELS and HANDBAG. My hair was in a tasteful, if boring BUN, my nails were swiped with a muted BEIGE nail polish, and I was carrying a leather notebook to write down answers to the questions I had for them. What more did they want?!?! Do you think the Carmen Miranda, fruit-basket HAT was over the top?? Should I skip that next time??

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So, guess what I am saying is that I am still feeling a bit sorry for myself, and hiding out wasting my life until I feel better. Which, I promise will come... as soon as I win the lottery or the Publisher's Clearing House sweepstakes. Either one. I don't care!

Out of touch

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Internet. Broken. Again. Stealing bandwidth from libraries and schools. Hopefully back next week!

Plan B

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The letter came...

The mailman brought THE letter today. You know, the one I have been waiting for. If it had been a college acceptance I was looking for, I would have been mighty disappointed. The letter was so thin, I almost missed it in the envelope.

Based on the news, I should have left it in the envelope.



I was not accepted into the program this year.

I am disappointed, but not surprised.



I guess I will have to work on Plan B. And eat a LOT of chocolate.

What little I have done

It's been hot here for the last couple of weeks. I mean H.O.T. D*mn hot! Crotch-pot cookin' hot! Even worse, the humidity has been killer. Everyday for a week, the news people would say that the heat advisory had been extended ANOTHER day. It has become something of a joke around here.

So, basically, my days have entailed closing all the drapes, turning on the fans, and hiding out reading or playing a game on my computer. Not very motivated or motivating!

But here are a few things that have been going on:

1) Run outside at 3 AM with the dogs, realize that it is already 80 degrees, and run back inside.

2) Run outside to turn on the water in the ignored and neglected vegetable garden. Run back inside.

3) Turn off the water and hunt around to find any veggies that have grown in spite of my neglect.

4) Eat endless cucumber salads with (bought) tomatoes and feta cheese.



5) Start buying feta at Sam's Club in the jumbo economy tub.

6) Try to convince Stud Muffin that no-cook meals are the way to go. Succeed for breakfast and lunch. Give up and cook something quick for dinner.

7) Continue to wait (and hold breath) about program admission. (I'm turning blue here, folks!)

8) Investigate Plan B in case program admission is mysteriously withheld for incomprehensible and nonsensical reasons.

9) Start reading an out-dated ACT prep book in the event that Plan B must be activated, since I never took the test and it is a major requirement of Plan B.

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10) Peer at Stud Muffin through the drapes as he moves furniture and de-molds and pressure washes the porches.

11) Pretend that I don't hear him when he asks if I "want" to help.

12) Hose off Naughty Nick when he returns for yet another adventure that ends with a submarine act in the creek.

Old photo! I assure you that I am NOT wearing long sleeves these days.

13) Rinse, and repeat the list the very next day.

Cross your fingers for me!

Well, I had my interview for the radiography program on Monday. I think I did pretty well. But I am worried about the competition.

See, they invited 74 applicants to the interviews (instead of the 60 they told me they were) and there are only 13 available spots in the program. They even invited a girl who can't figure out how to send a complete application after trying for the last 3 years! (I think I may have her beat!) Many of these applicants (they aren't really people, just spot stealers!) have applied before, gone and gotten more education or job experience, and are back to try again.

Stud Muffin and I prepared as best we could, imagining likely questions and answers. The committee of 3 threw me with a question or two, but otherwise I felt prepared.

When they asked me what my weaknesses were, Studly had suggested I respond with, "Other than my deep and abiding fear of radiation?" LOL He really cracks me up, which is good so he can provide entertainment when I don't get into the program for being a wiseass and am sitting desolate on the couch refusing to leave the house! And, no, I did really use his quote, but it was a good one!

I am working on a plan B, in the unlikely and unfair event that I don't get in. Mostly, I am keeping it under wraps for now, but I do have an appointment with someone this afternoon to discuss it. No, MYS, it isn't a shrink, although I probably need one!

The super-bummer is that I have to wait another two weeks to find out if I got into the program. This is where you come in. At your convenience, would you please either think good thoughts for me, make the committee pick me, or send a hex out for some of the other applicants and make them drop out??

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Much appreciated.

I'm baaaaack!

Did ya miss me?!? Hello? *tap, tap* Is this thing on??

Okay, I'll just talk to myself. My mother always said, "Be your own best friend, that way, you'll never be alone!"

I have safely returned from visiting my girls, and although I had a great trip, I am happy to be home! While in Reno, I got a chance to meet the girl's boyfriends, and see their new apartments.

This is Almost Grown and her boyfriend, Clint.



This is her new studio apartment.



It has a kitchenette that is shared by four apartments. I know!! I'd never heard of that either, but it seems to be working out just fine!



This is Practically Grown and her boyfriend, Ray.



This is them being domestic in their new apartment.



This is her cat, Tabitha, and his dog, Zombie. They are best friends.

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Tabitha thinks "hiding" between the glass door and the screen is a great place to swat at Zombie where he can't get to her!



Practically Grown cooks for her mother... a nice change of pace!



Almost grown helps clean up...



and does laundry!



She is also the pitcher for the company softball team. She is one of those hateful great athletic people who can do any sport well the first time they try.



Ray and Clint play on the team too!

Quit moving, Clint!

Practically Grown and I sat in the cold and rain to cheer them on, and take nasty, blurry pictures.



We visited the university where Practically and Ray are getting ejumacated.



They have some seriously nice facilities there. This is the new library.



We ate Mexican and Thai food, saw a couple of movies and went window shopping. We hung out, talked, and slept. Then I flew home on a 6 AM flight surrounded by some people who need to be introduced to deodorant! I fell asleep with my hanky stuffed up my nose. I woke up with my hanky stuffed up my nose.

But when I arrived home, my husband and doggies were so happy to see me! And there were vegetable gifts waiting for me to find. Then I eated them!

And THAT is what I did on my summer vacation.

The End.