Relief

Freaking hate linguistics. That SOB had the whole class running around the library for some 20 hours during the last week of class looking for obscure information (i.e. The number of clicks in the Xhosa language, what they call a drinking fountain in Wisconsin and the profession of the creator of Volapuk) and we weren't allowed to use the Internet (short query: should Internet be capitalized?)

Thank God I came down of my "perfect" pedestal and took the incompletes. I might have shot myself -- Christine was ready to -- either that or she was going to murder our professor. There have been a few too many college professors in the news, lately, as victims of murder. I think I talked her down. I was surprisingly calm for a change -- I felt like I was still on Lexipro -- so THIS is what an incomplete feels like. Hmmmm -- I should have done this a long time ago. Oh wait -- Jack used to give me an incomplete at least once a year while I was in MIG. Fuck. That's two posts in a row with references to MIG. FYI, for anyone interested (DJ), I really don't miss it at all and it's been almost 4 years. YEAH!

I am spending the weekend working on my Victorian Lit final -- I have to write about 3 pages each on two complex questions. I hope to finish the final before school starts. I am spending next week working on my syllabus for the fall (and, by the way, Nadine, Alex has a really sexy phone voice *wink* and I can "hear" the attraction; he's been a big help).

Okay ... on the potty training front (and it feels like a war sometimes). It's been over two months since the last poo-poo incident -- in this house, anyway -- sorry Doug. It's been a week since the last pee-pee accident. Lia seems to feel a lot better now that the anti-biotics have worked out of her system. She now rings the bell hanging on the back door. Jay is going to funnel me a catalog of cool dog stuff. I understand there's a doorbell they just step on. I'm almost hesitant, though, to introduce this. She's just now getting the hanging bell. She's too damned smart, though. I have to take the bell off for periods of time because she knows that if she rings the bell, she gets a treat. After running her outside about 30 times in an hour, I decided that she needed to go in her crate for a nap. Really, I needed the nap. She's finally gotten over this little game and is on to the next game -- "Let's pull apart all of Dutch's old, broken, toys and destroy the already not working squeekies." There's filler fuzz everywhere!

I will post another picture, soon. Primarily because my princess puppy is going to be a big, famous star! She was photographed for the Enterprise (the Plainfield newspaper) and a feature story therein. I mean, the paper has 7,000 customers! My baby is going to be famous! I always thought I'd make a great stage mother. The next step is ballet lessons (thanks for the idea, Jay) and maybe even piano lessons (a chicken on the Golden Girls played the piano and my puppy is a lot smarter than any old chicken!).

This reminded me of the old family joke .... keep in mind that my father was on the Board of Directors for the Miss Illinois Pageant for some 10 years .... "And now, Miss Kendall County, who has had 13 years of ballet lessons, 10 years of piano lessons, 4 years of Clarinet lessons, has starred in several musicals, made it to the all-state choir four years in a row .... Miss Kendall County, for her talent, will now twirl the batton."

My Lia-Pia is so smart. And she's a wonderful swimmer. I love my puppy.

Whoa. Where did this post wander? I feel bad for being so hard on JK Rowling, now. But hey. I never advocated my blog as a children's book!