Saryn's got a new place to hang her fighting knives! Yes I know, the fantasy thing is probably getting old to some of my good friends, but hey, it keeps reality from going stale.
Anyway, I'm back from the Whalen campaign and I'm sick of my hometown already. It's far too hot, and much to far from my newfound comrades. Work tomorrow is not sitting well with my semi-recovered, sleep deprived mind and the fact that I didn't get to really say goodbye to everyone because of my early flight has me understandably irrate and depressed.
I was, however, delighted to be back on my wonderful 4.5 acres and Skeeter (my horse) was elated to see me. Sadie (the cat) was her normal psychotic self, not wanting to be touched, and Princess (my little sister's dog) was just plain happy to see anyone.
On a different note, I'm starting to really think about college and I have three different angles to approach it from.
1. Get a Masters in both Counseling and English Lit. (I want to be a freelance writer/novelist and I want to eventually open a ranch for abused/orphaned/troubled kids and horses)
2. Get a Masters in just counseling (I could never write anything good enough to be published, but the ranch thing *might* be possible)
3. Find another degree altogether (I could never write anything good enough to be published, and the ranch thing would take WAY more money than I ever have the prospect of making, my husband may not feel led of God to do something like that, and who am I kidding, I don't have the patients to work with kids!)
So there you have it. My optimisticness vs my pesimisticness with my semi-realisticness caught in the middle... Maybe I ought to just forget college altogether....
Nah, I"ll just have to wait and see what God has planned. Unfortunately, I'm very impatient and very much a take charge kinda person, for those of you who don't know...
