A Work in Progress

I have finished my first week of college classes (four, not five, days a week of classes)! Ahead of me I can see my long weekend and a decent amount of homework. Thus far, all of my assignments have been doable and I've managed to get ahead in the game! But, not by much.
Right now, my hardest task is keeping my room and desk clean since that's where I do all of my homework. On a regular summer day I have "clothing-colored carpet" and my desk is so cluttered that it's virtually unusable beyond the title of storage area. But, this school year I've been fairly good at keeping up on it. Each day when I come home I toss all of last night's clothes in my hamper and clear a working space on my desk. After everything is in order I can begin the tedious studies I've devoted myself to this year.
So, in an attempt to show you all just how much crapola I do... take a look at this picture! Heck, there's even a bottle of hand sanitizer hiding behind my books (the green bottle). And if you want to see the picture, just click it to view a bigger image.

Prison Escape

While school sometimes can seem as an escape from reality where Ritual had sex with Systematic Order and together they birthed the hum-drum monotony that will glide a student easily through about eight hours of a day, it can also use those same elements to become a torturous prison. Last year it was a prison. But this year, I am making a daily prison break as I scramble out of the school doors, gasping for the clean air of the outside world-- an air that is not filled with echoes of long division, John Brown, nor participial phrase lessons. How can I manage this and not be marked truant as I walk out right pass the principal standing guard? Well, I only have one class at the high school and the rest are at Kent. Luckily for me, HS started on Wednesday while Kent doesn't classes until next week.
It's giving me time to get things organized and get back into the swing of things for school. All the while I get to snicker as everyone else is trapped listening to lectures upon rants upon self-help videos. But, I can't help but to feel as if I should be deathly ill because that's the only time that I'm home from school.

Rant and Rave

She rants, and everyone who reads it raves! Unhinged has some of the best rants by far... check out this one! http://stillunhinged.blogspot.com/2005/12/75-minutes.html

I Need Some Drugs!

Well, at least that's what my mom told a friend of hers-who works in a doctor's office-in this email... Read and enjoy!

From: DiAnne
Sent: Friday, August 15, 2008 12:01 PM
To: 'TRUDE'
Subject: Hey...wanna be my drug supplier??

Yo! How would you like to fix my daughter up for a supply of those good things that the drug reps bring in?

Of course, I’m talking about pens and post-it notes and whatnot. She’s not into the actual drugs, just the, errrrrr, paraphernalia that they bring!

Anyway, Beth starts school next week and she was just going through my “goodie drawer” where I keep all the office supplies and she was saying, “ooh!! I like this, can I have it?” “Cool! This is mine!!” She particularly liked the yellow Januvia pen that had post-it flags attached to it. She also liked the Zometa pop-up post-it packages. Plus, pens, pens, pens. Of course, she has to sort through the drug names and make sure there aren’t any Levitra, Cialis, or Viagra names on them (because those pens make it HARD to write LOL).

So anyway, I don’t know what the supply is like at the office, but we were thrilled with the last goodie bag you handed me. If you get a chance before we have dinner next week, could you see if there is anything else you could get? Of course, if it is a problem, don’t worry about it.

Looking forward to dinner! I finally remember the name of the restaurant – Hot Rod Heaven or something like that. Yumm!

DiAnne

Economy Down, Gardens Up!

Across the street from my house, every thursday when crop season hits a climax, there is a Farmers' Market where people tote their personally harvested crops from their backyards or farms and sell them in the park. Generally, if one doesn't get there by 9am everything is gone; and, on a regular day, the farmers usually show up around six or seven in the morning... their customers are quick to follow. My grandma and I would frequently go over and purchase an astounding variety of fruits and vegetables (granted, sometimes she'd have to go without me because I'd sleep in). Their prices were often far below that of the prices at the store and we'd stock up-- filling the picnic basket many times! (and because I'm such an amazing granddaughter, I would carry it for her.) This year, we've only gone once! The economy has been in such a horrible downturn that a) people cannot accommodate the high priced-and continually rising- price of foods that are basic staples, and b) the farmers can only purchase enough seed to fill their family with little to sell.
But, the lack of goods worth buying at the Farmers' Market is not why we have only made it once, it's because grandma has been growing her own garden!
I absolutely love it because I can create a salad in my mouth each time I walk out to the back yard to get into my car, all I have to do is grab a piece of leaf lettuce or romaine and snatch up a cherry tomato from the vine and just pop it in my mouth! She doesn't use pesticides for this very reason. The other day I went out there with a salad bowl and prepared a salad as I sat in the garden! Of course, I added more when I went inside.

Tomatoes, cucumbers, leaf lettuce, romaine, and zucchini all from the garden along with store bought mandarin oranges, crasins, and pumpkin seeds topped off with French Flair spritzers dressing with a side of natural black tea. Amazing. Grandma can actually make her own tea from the peppermint plant we have in the garden, but we've raided it so many times that we need to let it grow some more before we can harvest it again, but just let me assure you, it is delicious to have something so home made as that tea.