It’s kind of annoying how everybody is all of a sudden a fan of Alice in Wonderland. Last month, nobody cared about it. Now there are Alice screen savers for our Nooks, there are Alice covers for the Nook, everybody is acting like they’re the only ones who know who “Charles Dodgson” is, etc. I don’t know why this bothers me. I feel possessive. Carroll is MY author. You posers can just back the hell off, thank you very much.

That is all.

A girlfriend and I have started a new project, called Ladies Who Can. Just finished modding the hell out of the theme, and have put up a test post that will not stay as sparse or as zig-zaggy (recipe/pics-wise) as it is for long. Feel free to check it out, and add it to your blogrolls. There are about a bazillion things that we’ve done that will be added to the blog shortly, and there are some recipes swimming around in our heads (banana/marshmallow creme butter – which is not butter, but is like apple or cherry butter, but with marshmallow creme in it too; orange creme jelly (think: orange-sicle flavored); blueberry lemonade jam, etc), as well as some baked creations that will go there, and some gardening and crafty stuff. It’s basically a fem-power blog that you men-types out there will enjoy if you can get past the pink-frosting theme that I gave it. Personally, I think it looks delicious, and I can’t wait to get it filled out.

Enjoy!

I went online and did some of my own research regarding schools and degree options. I found Oregon State University (whose mascot, amusingly, is the Beaver). They offer a totally online bachelor’s degree in Fisheries and Wildlife, and offer specialization programs, also totally online (large mammals, etc).

I’m applying now for a transfer in the Fall. The only thing that they absolutely require that I haven’t got is 2 college quarters of a foreign language. Luckily, my registration at cal poly starts in 15 minutes.

I will apply for an exception as soon as my first application is processed. I hope they accept me. I am so excited about going there, that I’ve even looked at their class rings and other such sentimental nonsense (which I never, ever did at Cal Poly). Isn’t that funny? We’ll see whether or not they want me. I hope they do. I really, really hope they do.

And get this – my husband is totally supportive. I don’t give him enough credit. Ever.

I am enough. I am enough. I am enough.

I am seriously considering just quitting school. If I were to just swallow my pride and get a job at the grocery store (or something), we could amp up the gooca fund (and the income fund, which will pay us out of interest when we leave)and be outa here VERY quickly. Or at least be more than 100% prepared financially when we go.

I am really enjoying chemistry, but I am HATING my “animal science” classes. They’re torture. I mean really – THEY ARE THAT BAD.

Ought I man up? Or is it really as useless as I’m starting to think it is? Maybe I should switch my major to English or something, and just go part time while I work. Hmmm…

Schedule for the day:

School at 10 (Chemistry! Yay!)
Stop by the UPS store on the way home and get mail (I think my documentary about Enron made it in on Friday, and I haven’t had a chance to make it over there yet to check)
Get Hannah, go to vaccination appointment at 2
Come home, get hannah inside, get stuff out for dinner
Go out to truck, get all items needed for sending out the rest of the products to customers
Stuff envelopes – drop them off at PO tomorrow
Call RIBZ guy and get that damn ad out the door
Get FTP account set up for knife maker who needs to send me pics for his website that I’m making
Finish splash page and blog for the Survival Quarterly magazine
Make Dinner
WORK ON LIBERTY BAG (leather bag that I am making, and which is making my fingers feel like I have been systematically poking them with pins)

And finally, go to sleep.

It’s been like this for 2 weeks. And it will continue to be like this until the magazine gets out the door. I’m a very happy wolf, but also? I want to go camping. Summer can’t get here soon enough.

I walked into a salon yesterday and said, “THOU SHALT CHOP OFF MY LOCKS AND DONATE THEM TO LOCKS OF LOVE.” And they did. And it was good.

Pictorial Evidence:

A truly hairless me

Hubby keeps asking me to figure out what I “want” for my birthday this year. I just have no freakin’ clue.

I could blow it on clothes, bu that’s so yesterday, and my jeans still fit, and they’re comfy. Don’t need clothes, when I can buy them whenever I want to anyway.

I could get an e-reader (B&N nook is the one I like best). There are, like, a bazillion books available for it, as well as any major newspaper I might be interested in amusing myself with, and e-magazines like, “Reason” and “Science”. The only thing that disappoints me is that Audible audiobooks aren’t supported by the nook, and won’t be in the foreseeable future, due to Audible’s DRM bullshit. And it’s kind of expensive. I know my limit, and it’s way below my limit, even with all of the accessories I add to it, but still… $400 for an ebook reader? Aren’t there more important things in the world?

I could get a new gun, but I love my GLOCK, and don’t feel any real desire to buy another handgun right now. And I REALLY don’t want a 10/22 or some such useless rifle right now. If I’m going to spend money on another gun, it will be on an AR-15, and I really don’t have the money for a $2000 gun right now. I mean, I could swing it, but why? Note: I know I could get this gun for less than $2000, but I won’t skimp on something that I like. It makes me sick to see people who have the lowest line of weapon that they can get away with. The gun is an investment, and if you’re going to spend $5.00 on a cup of coffee, you can spend $2000 on a gun. Even if it means you wait and don’t satisfy your disgusting need for instant gratification.

I could ask for a bicycle, and start riding the train to school with my bike, and using the bike to get around campus. That would (in about a year) start to save money on gas, and vehicle maintenance, and I might even be able to sell my car if I do that. I want to sell the car. I don’t like it, and I hate seeing it in our “driveway”. It’s as useless as a toy, and I don’t want anymore toys that I don’t like and won’t use.

I could ask for camping gear so that when we hit Tennessee this summer, I have an ultralight way to camp. That would be a toy, sort of, but it’s the kind I’d use and enjoy. One should have things that they use and enjoy.

Or I could just… *throws a hand over my shoulder, and rolls my eyes* … Just not do anything. It seems so pointless right now. I get a kick out of looking at stuff I don’t usually buy myself, but really… If I don’t usually buy it for myself, do I really want it? I’m so tired of everything this year. What I want is a house in a place that isn’t California, a couple of cows, and sheep and pigs, and… well, you’ve heard it all before. Not a damn money wasting, time wasting, life-force draining piece of junk that will keep me in California that much longer.

I’m starting to think that “being an adult” is just another way of saying, “giving in,” y’know?

Lake Superior, in my front yard:

It’s raining. And it’s very pretty outside. And I have the day off from school. Life, she is good.

Yesterday was one of those days.

Went shooting with the boys, and commandeered my friend Anthony’s AR-15.

Photographic Evidence:

I love to shoot

FUN!!!!