Tests, tests, tests.

My notes, so far, mostly look like this.

Ah, Monday mornings in the fall. The smell of bacon sizzling on the stove, fresh coffee percolating...wait none of these smells await me today. Only the smell of my first test of the year. AHHHH!!!!!!

I've been studying and studying all weekend, and now can do no more! Guess we'll see how well this thirty year old brain retains random names like Pompilius, Gnaeus, Amitor and Superbus later this afternoon.

Well, I better be off to do more studying. Good luck me! AHHHH!!!!

Mountain Times.

The Biltmore, Asheville, NC

This is backtracking a little, but since I never got a chance to post any pictures of the trip my kiddos and I took this summer to North Carolina, I figured now would be a good time. We are really fortunate to be able to go up there quite a bit, since my parents have a little place just a short ways outside of Asheville. 

Burnsville, NC

We'd have loved to be able to stay for the whole summer. However, the need to have an income doesn't really allow that. We were able to stay there for about three weeks, though, which was absolutely amazing.

Bakersville, NC

Western North Carolina is one of my top places in the south to visit. It is stunningly beautiful with small little towns nestled at the bottom of some of the tallest peaks in the Blue Ridge Mountain range. Roadside diners, farmers markets, waterfalls, milkshakes, swimming and more swimming is all we did for days on end.

I always find it so amazing to see how clear ones head gets when you are able to get away from the stresses and pressures of everyday life for a while. Seems to me to be the best way in the world to spend time and money. About one hour into our car drive I could look into the rearview mirror, and I swear I'd see, one by one, all the tensions of our everyday lives falling off the back of the car onto the interstate. They were immediately squashed by the cars and trucks behind us. Thank you for that, trucks!


That's all the pictures for now. I'm sure more stories will come up soon. You should all try to visit as soon as you can! Fall is beautiful in the mountains. 

Fairvue,NC

Back to school!

Well, I've gone back to school. It's taken about ten years, but somehow my life curliqued back around to such an extent that, finally, getting my degree made all the sense in the world.

I've only been back for a few weeks, and while I seem to have a far larger amount of homework than my children (what's that all about?), I'm really loving it.

I'm such a nerd. I love books and reading and learning. SO. Since I've got all sorts of new crazy stories coming my way every day, I thought it'd a good place to start my blog again from.

So. Here we go!

First off, let me just say that there is a Quizno's on campus. Awesome.

....and a Chik-fil-A...kind-of, but fast food is really not the point of me going back to school, is it...so perhaps I should move on???

I'm somewhere between freshman and sophomore, as far as all that goes. That is, of course, thanks to the wonderfully non-accredited "Accredited!" college I had received 50+ hours of credit from, which I have since discovered painfully was not actually accredited(Cue Violins). Therefore!! only 19 or so of my hours will transfer due to this little issue. Yay!!! Oh well.

So...for my first semester back, the favorites of the courses I'm taking are: French, Ancient Roman History and Literature of Jane Austen.

So far I've learned to say, "Bonjour! Je m'appelle Meg. J'ai deux enfants. Je suis trop trop genéreuse et sympathique et trop trop trop belle et mince. Je ne suis pas pénible donc méchante donc laide donc bete donc malheureuse..." That's about it.

So. That's all for now. I'll be updating frequently. There's some other exciting things a-brewin' for me, so check in to see whats up! Thanks for reading!!!

Flat Keys...

My piano needs tuning. I had opened the lid up when the kids had dropped some toys inside. They were very easily retrieved. It looked so pretty sitting there with it's lid open, seeing all the nuts and bolts and strings and things. There was even a beautiful inscription on the inside of the lid. So, I left it open. The cold air must've crept down inside, stretching and tightening up the fifty year old strings. Now the D string is terribly, terribly out of tune...or maybe it's that everything else is out of tune, and the D is the only one that's managed to stay put properly. Either way...my piano needs tuning.

My piano also needs playing...but that's another story altogether.

Friends are like Lasers

So, there are certain things in this life that are (obviously) just far more important than others. For example: lasers vs. ice cream. Lasers obviously. I mean, you can correct vision with them, cut through steel, and they make an awesome sound in Star Wars. Don't get me wrong, I love ice cream. But Macgyver never manipulated the path of pralines'n'cream to go through glass prisms so that he could bust open a rock wall. So it's definitely lasers.

So, friends are like lasers. I mean, ice cream is yummy and delicious, and it's good to indulge every once in a while, but then it starts to melt and gets all sticky and it spills and you realize that you don't even like ice cream that much in the first place (cause you're actually lactose intolerant). So you pull out your laser gun to zap up the sticky ice cream mess. 2 seconds later, totally clean floor. "Thank you laser! Once again you are the best!" Then you stick it back in its holster by the door, always there if you need it, just hangin' out, waiting...being an awesome laser.


Now...if only ninjas had lasers...

Actual probability that I will ever become a Ninja

Very slim...seeing as:

1. I cannot touch my toes.
2. I cannot walk through my hallway in the dark without running into all the chairs.
3. I cannot jump quickly from the ground to the top of a tree...yet...
4. I do not own a mask.
5. I sneeze. A lot.
6. I do not live on the top of a mysterious mountain covered with fog, random waterfalls and lots of bonsai trees...
7. The fact that I'm even having to make this list probably ensures that I will never, in fact, become a ninja. A ninja would just know in their gut, their deepest soul, that they could kick some serious ass. Quietly.