The guest speaker was one miss Jennifer James. She spoke on social networking and blogging. She is a public relations consultant and she talked about some of the ways that social networking has driven her business and made her name known. She talked about how she is unafraid of posting her opinions on her blog and the risk she runs of losing business because of it. I appreciate that honesty. I’d much rather read the blog of an honest, heart-felt person than a dried-up, tired old business agenda written by an overworked, underpaid, burned-out administrative assistant. So, I suggest you follow miss James’ blog. It’s www.jenX67.com and her twitter is @_jenniferjames. She’s saavy, engaged, and honest….sounds a lot like me, actually 🙂
Thesis Chronicles:
T minus 38 days until it’s due. I spent last night game-planning how I can realistically acheive this goal even when I can’t put in more than 30 minutes on some nights without losing too much sleep. It’s going to require extra work on the weekends and some get-the-heck-off-facebook-no-one-thinks-you’re-that-interesting-anyway discipline. Ah, discipline. I’m learning a lot of it lately.
So, keep me in your prayers. I know how stress can tear up my body, so I’m trying hard to stay calm and focused and rested. It will be worth all of it when my degree is complete and I have something to show for all my loans and suffering!
The joys of puppy parenting:
Oh, Abelard. You are insane. I haven’t talked much about him lately, so I shall get you up to speed. Abelard is my insane rat terrier/shih tzu mix. He’s black with a white soul patch and a white man patch on his chest. He recently got a hair cut and his ears look HUGE right now. I mean, yoda-style. It doesn’t help that he keeps them sticking straight up most of the time.
I recently learned that he has pancreatitis (spelling????). Basically, he’s on a special dog food diet (special = expensive) and can not have any people food. It’s linked to high fat foods, so he’s on a low fat diet. I never gave him people food to begin with, but at least now I don’t feel guilty when he begs.
We have a stand-off in my living room almost daily. It usually starts with him trying to get in the trash or nose through my purse or chew on something he’s not supposed to. When I tell him to stop, he’ll growl (aka: talk back). Then I really get onto him for sassing me. At which point, the lines are drawn and who is top dog in the house is, again, up for debate. It usually ends with me, spray bottle drawn and ready to shoot, threatening his life and him, butt in the air, staring me down like I’m the cat he hates at my mom’s. One squirt with the spray bottle, and he’s finished!! I’m top dog. Usually.
Lately, he has been going through my purse to find new things to chew up. He likes pens and pencils, thermometers, etc. If it is shaped like a stick, he thinks he can drag it under my couch and demolish it. Fortunately, he hasn’t busted open the actual ink portion of the pen. Trust me, if I end up with an ink stain on my carpet, Abelard is getting dropkicked. PETA can just deal with it.
In all seriousness, I love my dog. I would be terribly lonely in that medium-sized apartment all by myself. He’s extra sweet in the mornings when he’s sleepy.
sweet puppy, sleepy Jill
The mornings definitely make the rest of his insanity bearable. Maybe someday he’ll get trained. And maybe someday I’ll wake up with my eyebrows on fire. Neither one is very likely.
Life Has Never Been Normal 