About Me

I am a captive caretaker of three small terrorists and an exotic petting zoo. I try regularly to sneak college courses so one day I can leave this place.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Birth of a social Worker

Well I have been away, it's true. Between school, piano lessons, physical therapy for both girls, car pool, homework (mine and the kids) dinner, cleaning, Facebook, email, research, my new ebook reader and holidays my inner blogger was a miss. But I am starting to feel confident that I could possibly pick it up again.

The latest development in my life was being accepted into the school of social work at some obscure university that I will not mention for fear of retribution after I criticize them for some inane detail such as marking the parking lots with the letter E. E for everyone right ???
Apparently E is not for everyone it's for faculty, faculty starts with an 'F' but you will not get a bunch of academics to agree to have an 'F' on their parking lot when they have spend their entire education, all 20 plus years avoiding that letter. So their alphaphobia (which is a serious OCD condition where certain people are terrified of particular letters) resulted in me getting a parking ticket. OK OK...I made up alphaphobia, but it was almost believable wasn't it. OK OK I didn't get a ticket, I got a warning. It's just as scary, but not quite as expensive.


  1. Well, I'm glad that you are back and that it wasn't a ticket. :)

  2. Check the fine print next time.