Being the age that I am, I figured I had pretty much figured my natural tendency to overcommit. But then I had some sudden urge to follow my dreams instead of sitting here all the time complaining that I live in Palin nation, and I'll never get anywhere in life. Oh, and did I tell you I'm aging in an almost audible way? Death walks by my house on his rounds, and I haven't done anything on my bucket list! Nothing!

So it started. I decided to apply to grad school. And you would not believe what that entails (because I'm still working on it).

 A) GRE, which leads to prepping for the GRE

B) Taking grad level class to get the writing sample, stick my toe in the water, and determine whether I can actually pull this off.

C) Reaching back into my past to get letters of recommendation (THANK YOU GREG, who might see this. Jeff and Fred, if I stay under cover you won't see this, but I'm still thanking you.)

D) Reading books on how to apply to grad school.

E) Writing my personal statement.

F) Getting transcripts from the 800 colleges I've ever taken classes from. Except you, UC Berkeley. Your transcripts cost so much that I decided no one cares if I scored an A in Java. Kiss my ass.

In addition to this, I have two kids. One of those kids is in first grade, and I don't know if you know this, but first grade now is like college back in the day when we went to school. Keeping all that stuff organized is another job for me. I also volunteer, and that fricking exploded in my face over the holidays. Somehow, I've managed to hang on to my husband and my freelance job while all of this was going on. But OpenSalon, I let you slide.

My semester is over sometime within the next 10 days, depending on when this paper gets done. And then I'll be back.