All good things...

One would think that, at the age of 31, having spent 70% of my life with my face buried in a textbook, a fast-approaching graduation day would have me whistling in my sleep. As excited as I am for my MBA to come [crawling] to an end this May, I am admittedly, as my boss points out to me every single day, a glutten for punishment. Oh, what will I do with all my free time, you ask? Apparently, I will continue to bury my face in more textbooks whilest pursuing a second graduate degree.

If ever by some miracle I am given the opportunity to choose the way I will die, death by a thousands cuts if fast becoming the obvious choice.

Is this going to be on the exam?

I have a much happier outlook on life (and even on the public) today. Between cramming for finals and crawling at a maximum 40 mph through the snow across metro Detroit, I got a chance to pop in and visit with my kid at grandma and grandpa's. He spent about an hour walking around my legs singing "Mamma" and about another 30 minutes poking one of their cats in the eye and repeating "kiddie, kiddie, kiddie" like the adorable little broken record that he is. Sadly, however, it was time for mamma to get back to studying, so here I am again, pecking away at the keyboard, sipping luke-warm coffee, and pretending that the history of computer networking is like watching Moses part the Red Sea. Wow! Is that the textbook definition of File Transfer Protocol? Fascinating...

The Economy and Nonsense - inversely proportional?

I'm suffering from a great deal of intolerance for what is coming out of other people's mouths lately. Excuse me, but I can't see through all this hot air. Maybe you should shut your yap, you over there. First of all, it's pronounced ES-pecially. Second of all, I ain't buyin' whatever you're selling. Lastly, and this is just a courteous warning - just me doing my civic duty - but that person you're talking to has been wanted to jam that fork up your nose for the past half hour. I'm about to lend a helping hand...

More bitching...

Another Saturday night and I'm alone, breathing Caribou Coffee fumes pretending to understand the taxation of mergers and acquisitions. I hate that school has become my LIFE such that I don't even get a single weekend to myself just to enjoy my son and husband. I want to be free to travel with them or just sit around in our jammies all day. I want to go out and enjoy the weather with them. I want to have the time to scrub the scum off the bathroom sink for them. I want to have time to rake the leaves or plant those bulbs I special ordered from Holland for them...

I JUST WANT THE TIME AND ENERGY TO KEEP A CALENDAR OF BIRTHDAYS for my friends and family, so I don't have to go another 2 years (while school persists) being the shmuck who is remembered rather than the one who remembers. I want to have time and energy to have quality family time and valuable visits with friends...

I just want to be whole again. Is that too much to ask?

Plan of Work (revised)

Every semester about this time, because I am a resonsible student (uh-hum), I take a look at my gradschool plan of work and revise it for any updates (you know, will be delivering child during midterm so I'll have to take this class over OR have spent 3 minutes in lecture with Professor Doodlehead and would rather be beating myself over the head with a shank of lamb).

And this conclusion of this latest revision?

[drumroll]

NoRefillsLeft will be going to school year 'round through til Christmas 2010.

Why do I hate myself? Oh, right. I want to be a grown up. I want to be a grown up. I want to be a grown up.

ALRIGHT already.

I know, I know. I'm a really lame person who means well but just can't get it together enough to visit her modest readership (hi, mom) every once in a while to say hello. Well, here I am. Howdy do.

This chapter on software makes me want to scrape my eyeballs out of their sockets (a little Halloween visualization for you). I hate school. I hate school. I hate school. I am trying, I really am, but all I can hear is my 1 year-old down stairs banging his books against his entertainment counsel [read: table that makes "fun" circus noises] and fake cough. He has to be the best fake-cougher I've ever met. Not even sure he knows that he's faking it - I think he's just imitating people around him - but it's gotta be the funniest thing since...well?...it's pretty much the funniest thing going in my life right now.

Physicists are not funny

It's been quite a while since I've graced you with my presence, dear readers. I do apologize. With the onset of the fall term and the very fine summer weather we've experienced here in Michigan, I've been avoiding my computer like the plague...

...and now that I'm finally here, I only have a few seconds. But I did want to share with you some news from an adorable little article in today's Wall Street Journal (I'm required to read it for my taxation class, so don't get any funny idears...)

Apparently, physicists in Switzerland are planning to conduct an experiment that involves smashing particles underground, a project that will somehow bring us insight into what happened just seconds after The Big Bang. Though I am intrigued and can't wait to hear the results, we apparently might all be killed by this little experiment!!! Some scientists in the group, when explaining the nature of the experiment, CASUALLY mentioned that this type of activity might "...spawn a black hole that devours the Earth."

Chew on that. I have to go to a meeting now...