Category Archives: School

The week before Thanksgiving – Heaven Help Me

This will be brief, though it breaks my heart that I have this fancy new website and no time to play with it.  December.  December will be my month to clean up the categories and post my blog roll.  And to write some content that doesn’t work better than a Unisom.

I have a 12-15 page paper due December 1st, a 20-25 page paper due December 8th, and a 15-20 page paper due December 10th, and in between Thanksgiving happens.  My awesome PIL from Georgia are coming and while they are here my FIL and Hubs are going to replace the fuse box with some new-fangled breakers and switch out our HVAC system.  An awesome thing, yes?  Also, very stressful because of all that literary scholarshippy geniusy stuff I have to do.

So I’m going to set out doing that, stopping first to wrap a bunch of birthday presents for The Hubs and maybe do some calming deep breathing.  Here is your “moment of Zen”, and make sure you turn up your speakers.

Yes, I am well aware that I’ve just posted a video of my cat purring.  I’m fully OK with all that entails, and recognize my Crazy Cat Lady tendencies, secure in the knowledge that they will never get the best of me.

Snow Day

Today was a snow day. I finished the John Cusack article for, answered work emails, and then worked on my paper for Immigrant literature, which I have changed sixteen times since the two times I blogged about it. Sheesh. Tomorrow, from the time I wake up (EARLY) until it’s time to log into work (11 AM) I am going to finish it. Then I will work on a spreadsheet project I have pending. Fun. Then I will study for Poli Sci. Sometime before 5 I will finish a special project I’m working on for a friend, then I will try to clean part of the house.

Ambitious, aren’t I?

Jake, as it turns out, likes the snow. It snowed 7 or 8 inches here. This is what it looked like from my front porch:

And here are the poor vehicles, all covered in snow:

And here is Jake, enjoying the snow a whole whole bunch.
My herculean hubby hauled all the heavy snow out of the driveway. That was really nice of him, seeing as how I can’t even set one toe on snow without causing myself serious bodily harm. Grace. Grace is not my name.