Crazy Cat Lady Picture of the Week...

To many of you it is no real stretch to imagine me living alone with, oh, about 50 cats. Of course, it's my OCD and husband that help to keep my love affair with kitties in check. I am of course, a Closet Crazy Cat Lady and Lord help me if anything ever happens to Robbie.

And no, this isn't a post about cats. Even though Ollie Bollie here is just too cute, with her little paws sitting atop one another. I think she likes having her picture taken. She is oh, so photogenic. Lenny Benny on the other hand always looks scared to death in nearly every single picture we have of him.

Good grief, this IS turning into a cat post! Stop the madness!

So...school starts in 9 days. Count them, I just did. I am excited and nervous and it feels like forever since I've graced the grounds of UMKC. Last week I decided to take the plunge and take my final French class along with the American Literature and Art History classes in which I am already enrolled. I figured I would be in some serious trouble if I put it off another semester. I pulled out my old textbooks to "refresh" my French starved brain and well- putting French off another semester or not - it still looks like I am going to be in some serious trouble. Use it or lose it...piano, math, abdominal muscles and French...it all pertains.

My job has been accommodating me and my school schedule, but I won't actually know how well until I am scrambling from work to class a few nights a week. Honestly, my apprehension comes more from this than actually walking back into a classroom. I've refrained from buying any textbooks either because it just gives me angina. I expect for the three classes I take this semester I will spend at the very least $400 on books. Art History, Literature and French, they don't come cheap.

I was laughing the other day when I got my "Award Notification Letter" from the school. Basically it's a letter showing you what payment options are available to you to pay for school when you don't have the funds in your bank account. Ever since I started college right out of high school I have only been eligible for student loans. So that means my "Award" letters have always been the offering of debt. The word award makes it seem as though it's a gift bestowed upon me, something great and deserved, not a burden.

This year I was offered a private loan of 25,000 dollars - for ONE school year! I was so shocked because you know there's someone out there who would look at that and only see what they could do with the money at that very moment - not the fact that later down the road it has to be paid back - along with all the other school debt from semesters past - with interest. Some award!

Don't get me wrong, I am quite grateful to have the opportunity to go into debt for school. Really, I am. I love school and the thought of not going because of money makes me sad. I guess it would just make more sense in my mind if they called it what is was, a This Is Money You Will Have To Pay Back, Take What You Need And Use It Wisely Letter. I'm just sayin'.

It's been four months and I still haven't painted anything in the house or hung up pictures. It's starting to depress me so last night I was up to nearly midnight planning the process of hanging my framed goods. Yes, I said planning. Maybe today they'll actually get hung. I suppose if I want to do any nesting before Christmas now is the time. If only I had $25,000 to help me get all of my projects done...oh wait....

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Grumpa said…
Ahh, Ollie looks so sweet.
9:16 AM
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