When All You Can See Is The Faint Light At The End Of The Tunnel...

...then you'd better just do the Bullet Post! It is really a good thing that this night class is coming to an end soon. I'm running out of clever titles for my Wednesday Night Shorthand Version of blogging. (some might argue that I ran out a looooong time ago) Oh,well. Here they be:

*Thanks again to those who have donated to my Relay For Life endeavor! I am so very grateful for your support. And the fact that Baby Brother Sheep is also on my team and that I will never live it down if he raises more than I has nothing whatsoever to do with it. We are adults in what could best be described as our "middle years." Sibling rivalry is unseemly after a certain age. But, if I were able to smoke him right out of the water with donations that would also be sort of cool. I wouldn't lord it over him or anything....

*I had the weirdest experience when I took the trash out to the dumpster this morning. Something about it just wasn't "right." I stood and pondered the hulking metal receptacle for what seemed an age trying to pinpoint just what was "off" about it. I checked its overall placement, looked inside for hidden zombies (they like to hide in dumpsters) and examined the serial number to see if it was, perhaps, a new dumpster. (this was really not all that effective as an investigative tool as I didn't have a clue what the number was in the first place). I finally figured it out. There is no snow on or around the dumpster! It is a Spring Dumpster! I should really take the trash out more often...

*I turned in my second Formal Observation paper for my class tonight and the professor assessed it while we were all working on group projects. Considering that this paper was written at school while five hundred or so needy children all clamored for my attention in order that I might settle such lofty debates as "Who Is The Rightful Owner Of The Only Pencil With An Eraser Left In The Classroom," I did rather well. Very well, in fact! Only one more observation paper, a final draft of my philosophy paper and an executive summary of my group project left to go! This is doable. Well...it would be more doable if I knew what the heck an "executive summary" is, but that is a minor detail, really. I'm sure I can come up with something pithy for this last pesky assignment.

*I have no idea where Desdemona, The Smaller, Less Fluffy Kitty is right now. But she must be close. I can hear her snoring. Over the television, the sound of my rumbling tummy, and the hum of the refrigerator, I can hear her snoring. She would probably be just mortified if she knew I was telling everyone that she snores. I can't imagine price I would have to pay if I told you all that she drools, too.

*I am so very grateful that I had my sweet, striped sock with me tonight and could knit upon it furiously while I was working with my group on our project for class. This little gem of a presentation is to be performed next week and we did not use our work time well. Not well at all. For the record, I pointed this out in gentle and non-threatening tones on several occasions early on in the process. Now everyone is scrambling like mad and just a bit grumpy. I am knitting a sock and muttering, "I told you so" in tones that are less than gentle and just a bit threatening. Since they did not allow me to really participate on too many levels, instead preferring to work together at times and places where I could not be given my teaching schedule, I was able to complete the small tasks they shoved my way rather easily. Any further suggestions I have made with regard to this project have been duly noted then cast aside. So I knit. And I mutter. And the other person in the group who has been left out of much of the process is now very sick and wasn't in class. So I was muttering to myself for an hour and a half. That is not nearly so much fun as muttering to someone else.

*Hey, I'm curious...do you guys think I should keep doing the Wednesday Night Bullet Posts after the class is finished? I really only started doing it because I was so brain-dead on Wednesday nights. But I kind of like the mindless rambling...it's just the witty titles I'm having difficulty with.

*I have decided that, as of today, I hate all my shoes. There is not a single pair that I consider fit to wear outside of the house. I need my income tax refund to come soon. If not, I will be forced to take a leave of absence from work. I also hate all my jeans, but that may be a result of the Girl Scout Cookie Girth I seem to be experiencing since those delightful discs of sugary goodness were delivered.


Well, that's all I have for tonight, loyal WNBP readers! Hope that your midweek experiences were all that you hoped and dreamed!

SA