it's nothing special....it's just kriss

Every week I have an epic battle. It IS epic - just trust me. I sit Monday - Wednesday in my nice little cubicle, in front of my computer with two screens and have little human interaction. And I get a fat paycheck at the end of every two weeks - thanking me for dutifully staring at my computer screens - both of them. And Monday - Wednesday, every week, I wonder if I'm nuts to be taking classes again after more years than I have fingers to count them on. And every week I wonder if I've lost it completely to be taking 15 credits while working full time. And every week I want to quit...give up...stop trying....and just keep enjoying my quiet cubicle and fat paycheck. Then comes Thursday. Thursday means taking PTO and peeling  my eyeballs away from my computer screens for the day. Thursday means spending 8 1/2 hours happily bouncing between patients and therapists at various locations where I shadow Occupational Therapists. Thursday reminds me that my contribution to society M

Yesterday in my Human Development class, we had to watch the original-made-in-the-80's-women-with-big-hair-and-funky-clothes-way-too-much-of-an-overshare birthing video. 'nough said.

Ok - so maybe I can't prove that I'm smarter than a 5th grader (and I highly doubt that I am) but I did feel smart today when I was working on a Chemistry assignment and my co-workers asked me to read them the question I was working on to see if they could figure out the answer. I didn't even finish reading the question before they started blurting out ridiculous and random answers. Then I finished the question - and got it right. :) Somedays I love being back in school!

So, I've posted about the terrors of my tiny puppy. And the things she's shredded and eaten. And how naughty she is. But today I'm going to be a bit more positive and post a few of my recent favorite pics of her - I think you'll see by the end why, inspite of all the horribly naughty things she does, I could never get rid of this dog! This is her favorite thing to do when the fan is on. Her 'inside dog' version of sticking her head out the window maybe??? Aren't I adorable? Don't you want to FEED me?  I think this picture should go on the Christmas card this year. Agreed?  Smile for the camera!

Note to self: Don't stalk your ex-boyfriend's that you almost married and then ran away from - because when you see that they are married with cute babies and are still ridiculously good looking - it sort of makes you want to cry.

It never ceases to amaze (and frighten) me when I come home each night to see what my tiny terror has done in my absence. This week she: - Dug/chewed a 7"x3" hole in my carpet - all the way to floor boards - Figured out how to break out of her gate and run FREEEEEE through the house - Chewed through my $50 bath mat - Ate an entire garbage can full of paper towels and other assorted non-digestibles - Played ball in my shower - Left jerky bits and rawhide pieces all over my comforter - Left a nice little present on the floor for me to clean up - Learned she is strong enough to move the safe on top of the aforementioned hole and continued making said hole even bigger - Licked the inside of my nose - Chased my parent's neighbor up the street And yet, somehow I still can't get enough of that furry little face. Go figure.

I have had 'If I Die Young' by The Band Perry stuck in my head for days - as morbid as it is, I haven't been able to get it out of my head. So today I looked up the meaning. This is what the 'official' interview said: The meaning of the song is simple, it’s about making the most of whatever time you are given, whether it’s 2 years or 20 years. The Band Perry goes on to says that even at their young ages they have all lived and loved and if it all ends at this moment, look what they’ve gotten to do. “Whatever time we’re given will be absolutely enough as long as we make the most of it” (Borrowed from here ). A sister in our ward passed away this morning after an almost year long battle with cancer. With the meaning of the song fresh in my mind, I think it is an appropriately somber tribute to her. She definitely made the most of every moment she had. She was a great example of faith, courage and optimism in the face of overwhelming adversity. She "fought a

This is my current relationship with my classes: I feel safe...for the moment. Things are going well and I seem to have a real shot at passing these classes. But, I am fully aware that a few chapters down the semester, I will be forced into the icy water and will surely be swept down stream and drowned. But until then, I'm grateful for this false sense of security.

This week marks the official first week of the end of my life. I started classes at UVU this week. All the horribly painful classes I strategically avoided by majoring in English. All the incredibly difficult classes that are pre-requisites to applying to my Master's program. Like Chemistry, and Statistics and Physics and Anatomy. Blah. Things I hate about college 2.0: - You pay you right arm & 2 yrs of post-graduate income in tuition for 1 part-time semester. Then you pay your first born child, left leg and another year of income to cover books. No WONDER people take years off to save up for college - I make pretty good money and I still can't afford it all!! - If you have a normal job, you can't do anything. You can't buy books because the Bookstore closes before you get out of class. You can't get a parking permit - because the office closes before you even get off of work. You can, however, get your student ID card that gives you access to absolutely n