let me paint the scene for you.  i'm laying under big fluffy on my stomach.  it's murky in my bedroom.  the lights are off, and the window is open.  it's raining lightly outside.  i've already discarded my jeans and my support system. my hair is a veritable halo of frizz breaking out of my pony bun.  i'll give you a pony bun. my ears smell like felt pens.  to achieve the felt pen smell in one's ears, one must put drops in ones ears and then stop them up with a wad of toilet paper.

driving to work this morning i made a decision.  i took a firm stance with myself.  it was a bleak morning and i was haggard.  it was pure good fortune that i had woken up in time to rush around and squeeze in under the bell at work as it was.  we don't have a bell, besides a door bell that doesn't work, but you get the picture.  i'm going on a tv fast.  a week of no tv.  i think it will be good for me.  i've become too dependent on the shows.

yesterday i was getting out of my car and walking towards the back door when my member friend who speaks swedish jumped out of his car to hand me a small blue flower.  he said i was the first lady of the day so i got the flower.  a few minutes later a certain member who pretends she is the manager and sometimes hands us resumes with her son's name crossed out and her name written in, walked into the kitchen handed me a box of tim bits and said " this is for you!" and whipped away before i could say anything.  'what is going on here?!'  i exclaimed while stuffing a tim bit or two into my mouth.

during lunch time una and i talked over our schooling options.  i researched the option of getting a teacher's degree first and then getting the m.ed.  but  i don't have any of the prereqs.  you need math and labratory science and canadian history/politics for elementary school and you need two teachable subjects for high school, and unless they have liguistics and psychology, i'm outta luck.

you can get your masters of social work (randy's dream for me) in a two year program but i'd have to take two social working classes first.  una already has them.  but she doesn't want to go full-time.  she wants to be able to work at the same time.  there's the states, i said.  the states has a plethora of programs as opposed to the dearth of programs in canada.  but then it's super expensive.  una's thinking of the adlerian school.  it just seems to limited to me.  i dont' want to just get in somewhere.  i want the education i want.  ya, but i'm desperate said una.  i know how she feels. byu doesn't have a masters program for counselling but they do have a masters for marriage  and family therapy.  i'd like that but it seems like a limited degree--too specialized or something plus you have to take the gre which una says is brutal. una' considering online courses.  i really don't want an online counselling degree.  it's a people thing.

i think a professional degree like this should not be so hard to get into.  i wish it wasn't stuck in the education faculty of most schools.  of course they are teacher biased in their acceptance.  i liked how it was in applied psychology in the university of calgary.  well i guess this musing is el-boring for most.