little things

I have been wanting/needing a pet since last year. Originally I was going to get a chinchilla. First off, too expensive. Second, they can live for up to twenty years (not quite ready for that long of a commitment). Third, they are very skittish and takes a long time for them to get used to their human.

So last week I decided to acquire two mice. Mice live better in pairs, and most often than not females are the only options when buying them because they are more mild tempered. I fell in love with two black and white fur balls that were asleep in the corner of the cage. They were curled up together and I thought they might be friends or at lest liked each other enough to curl up with each other for a nap. They were it, hands down.

Lulu and Birdie have come to show me their personalities, their quirkiness and their heart (and yes, I believe that's possible). But that past day or two Lulu has not been herself and I'm afraid she might be sick. What has surprised me was how caring Birdie has been to her. She had dug her a burrow to sleep in, lying beside her to keep her company among other things. It was so sweet.

It just struck me odd how emotions and actions that we deem to be human and unmatched in the animal kingdom have been displayed in my home by my two, very small and very furry friends. So, anywhoo. nuff about the mice. I'm just amazed by the little things. Go figure

greatest show on at 9

I love the show Psych! This amazing show on USA Network makes me giddy with excitement when I hear it is coming on.

If you're not familiar with it let me give you a run down, Sean Spencer and his business partner Gus have a psychic business that helps the local police department out with cases. Thing is, Sean (who says he is psychic) is nothing but an average guy who was well trained in observation by his police chief father.

This show may sound like a tv drama but is it far from it. Gus and Sean make a crazy good comedic team not to mention the other members of the cast. I'm a personal fan of Sean. Cute, funny, wants to help out for the greater good, cute, smart, has a crazy way with words, oh did I mention cute?

I just find it great that there are still shows on tv that are not laced with reality or cheep shooting. It's well done and one of the funniest shows I've seen in a while. New cases and focus on more than just two main characters keeps the show interesting and fun. Oh, love it! One draw back of the show is it's airing time....Friday nights at 9 (central standard time). Sooo, if you have dvr I would deffinatly recomend recording if you tend to go out a lot. Other wise, take a break from the partying and hang out at home. The witty banter and criminal base line keeps most everyone envolved. Bottom line, watch the show....oh and did I mention that Sean is super cute?

taking control

Well, I'm back at school for another semester. Have my classes lined up, got a job, my place in some organizations on campus. Everything sound great, grand and wonderful, right? Yeah, like my life would work out that well. Found out a week before class started that I have been put on academic probation.

"What does this mean?" you may ask.

Well in a nut shell it means that my grade point average was not high enough to meet university standards and they are giving me a semester to get my act together and get my GPA back up. See I transferred to this school and my cumulative GPA is decent, but if you take out the transferred grades leaving only the ones from this school, well I pretty much blew it.

Funny thing is, this is a time where I should be freaking out. I'm a Junior trying to get as many classes in as I can so I can graduate on time and get the hay-hay outta here. Being placed on academic probation puts a snare in this plan, mostly because they hold you at a 12 credit hour maximum. I should be freaking out hard core, worrying about what I'm going to do to get back on track and what will happen if I don't. Buuuttt I'm not that concerned. I mean I kinda am (my academic futures hangs in the balance), but there is no anxiety, no real stress. I'm not sure if there is something wrong with me, a switch or something that got turned off to keep me from freaking out OR if I'm getting more mature and dealing with stressful situations in a healthier way.

Or maybe, just maybe God had a hand in this. With less classes to concentrate on and worry about, I have more time. Not just time to work and do homework, but maybe other things. Maybe this semester I'm suppose to help out with something, get more involved and volunteer more. Maybe I'm suppose to take more responsibility somewhere or will have a situation that takes a lot of time. Maybe, God got tired of me making my plans and wanted to interject. Make known that He's the one in control, not me. I'm starting to get it, starting to listen a bit. I guess I needed a swift kick to the rear to get my act together. I need His help, maybe this is His way of doing just that.