Fall Term :D

Am thinking of taking these:

American Indian Studies (UD humanities class and an area that I think would be interesting given my rural family practice desire)

Biochem (UD, and only if I take organic 1 this summer which would conflict with physics or biology which I'd like to knock out)

Physics (LD, if I don't take over the summer; both physics 1 and 2)

Organic (UD, but only if I take physics this summer; and then it would knock out biochem until spring)

Pharmacology (UD, medications and the diseases the meds treat; specifically designed for pre-meds and pre-pharms)

That would leave the following for next spring:

Organic 2 (considering whether or not I took organic 1 during summer or fall; possibly could be done with organic 2 in fall :D :D :D)

Genetics or Microbiology

MCAT PREP CLASS - thinking Princeton but really like EK books so far (they've likewise helped clarify principles I did not quite grasp in chemistry class)

Which finally leads me to... LE GASP... applying to med school... assuming, of course, I don't end up with a slew of dreaded "B"'s... erghhh... must-not-go-there-headache-sets-in...

Let the dream REALLY begin!

Too Good Not To Post

It ranks right up there with Dr. Dalai's post on Obama's ... erm.. package and Happy's post on nasty men shirts. Oh, and I stole this from Dr. Grumpy ... who's a hilarious read (if he'd figure out how to add my blog to his list of reads...)

Yep, once in awhile I want to take my Sarcasma medication. Like when my mother goes on and on and on and... about how so-and-so is marrying a doctor and how well he treats her and how blah blah blah and how I want to utter something nasty back and instead, I pop a Sarcasma. :D

5th Best Score In Class

Bah humbug.

Everything I Needed To Know Re: Letters

I learned in about 3rd grade, from the teacher that made me sit in the hallway, with my desk facing the wall... all year.

One, fold the letter in three, with the address for individual or company on outside, then back, then forward so the ensuing paper looks like an inverted "N".

Two, stuff the envelope such that the name and address are the first items one sees upon opening the envelope.

Three, use nifty water bottle to lick/stick envelopes shut.

Four, use appropriate postage.

Five, kiss letters goodbye.

Why would I devote an entire blog post about this?

Because. Because once upon a time I was the vice president of a very large, global, publicly held company running an efficient and cost-effective group of 25 individuals... (yes, I realize that is a fragmented sentence!)... Because once upon a time, I had no dream and no direction. Because once upon a time, I had $kad$ in the bank, checks rolling in, and time/money were my friends.

Now, I'm a poor college student making ends meet, looking for that elusive contract opportunity, and remembering 3rd grade (and the teacher who hated me most). Now, I'm chasing a dream and doing anything (and everything) I can, to get there.

Here's to licking stamps... almost done. Award letters (and not so) for those who applied during this year's open call for proposals.

Looking forward to being done with this!

Showing Great Danes ...

My toe is perched above the water of showing great danes. For several years, I've meandered to different dog shows, watched the magnificent dogs and considered owning a show dog.

It is not taken lightly.

Unlike the pet in the house, the show dog is... well... different. It is almost like they "know" they are special much like the blond haired, blue-eyed, porcelain skinned cheerleader in high school knows "she" is special too. The pup I'm looking at is gorgeous.

Why a puppy with all that I have going on?

Hobby time. For years I have had none save for the horse I owned and hoped to enter into dressage - before she tossed me on my head (oooh... that may explain a thing or two...) and my hidden gamer talent (look up Etheryelle on any server in Warcraft and you know the rest of THAT story) that I only take out of the box when my son asks me to. Beyond that - I've hit a few golf balls - straight, I might add - , played a few instruments with some modicum of mediocrity, and read boring books that sound patterned and lame after three or four by same author (Patterson, if you're wondering).

So, a show puppy is possibly coming home. A loving, warm blooded friend to work with and enjoy while he prances and "knows" he is special. A loving and beloved fur kid to keep me occupied on weekend when books and lab reports need to be on the backburner. A puppy to allow my brain to love doing something else... and possibly along the way, new friends.

What to do?!

By the way, great danes are among the finest of dogs. Those of you with little "fifi's" or prima donna poodles know - the small dogs are awesome... but the wow factor comes with a dane.

Danes are different. They "know" they are something else and sometimes, they even act as if they are truly the “shiz”… Of all the breeds I’ve owned, rescued, transported, loved, grieved over, and adored, the danes have captivated me like none other. They don’t eat as much as one might think, they don’t poop as much either J Healthy, well bred danes are not prone to gastric torsion (bloat) or other dysplastic problems, and also come with an amazing temperament. Danes.

I know what I want to do. Question is, will I?!