An Update

The last time I set about to update my blog, it was January 2015. Now, it's April 2016 and I'm finally back to actually make an update. So, welcome to that update!

For those of you who don't know, C and I have been working for the last five years to gain financial independence. My employer has been really, really great to me over the last decade, but I do not want to depend on someone else for stability my entire life. I want to be the boss, as they say, and make the rules. C has always had the same goal. It's probably what attracted me to him in the first place. Also, he's extremely driven, and so hardworking that it's TOO much sometimes. He and I are 100% dedicated to achieving our goals.

Currently, our main goal is to gain the resources needed to be able to pursue our next goals. That's how it all works, right? Right. How are we doing that? Well, you've probably seen on Facebook that we own and operate Custom Electric Publishing, but what you might not know is that we are a research and development company that has created an entirely new way to publish content online. The magazine we published, Ingredients Magazine, was a testing ground for C's theories about fast and; efficient creation of custom webpages that actually look like printed pages but are lightweight and universally compatible. What I didn't realize at the time was that C and his research assistant were developing a way to change the Internet as we know it.

I don't want to sound boastful by any means, but I am 100% confident that someday in the future, some of you will be getting interviewed for the documentary about C's life. You'll be able to talk about how you know him and me before we changed the world. He is determined to leave his mark, and after 6 years of being his partner, I understand that he is tenacious enough to do it.

For the last year and a half we've been focused purely on fundraising and networking to get the product in front of the right people. It's been a frustrating and enlightening experience. What have I learned? I learned that the business environment in my state is a straight up boys club, and they've somehow managed to redefine the stages of venture capital funding. Despite that, we have made some advantageous local connections that believe in our product and want to see it come into fruition, but none that have the capital to make it happen.

Thankfully, we snagged the attention of a very busy, international venture capitalist early on in the process. Although we were too small of an operation for him to invest in right away, he helped us along, offering guidance for the direction we should go to really attract the publishing industry, and eventually getting our product in front of the right person. He believes in our product and, of course, he's going to be benefiting from its progress too.

So, CEP's patent for this new digital publishing method is about to be acquired by a large publishing technology conglomerate. This end to which we've been working is truly better than I could have hoped. C is going to get the development lab he wants so that he can continue to improve upon his work, and I am going to have the resources to finally pursue my passions. It honestly seems surreal to the point that I feel like even talking about it too much might jinx the whole thing. But, our venture capitalist assures us that it will happen, so I am cautiously optimistic yet holding onto a good amount of skepticism.

If it does happen, though, chances are really good that I'll be bought out of my CEP ownership for cash and shares of the conglomerate. I can't even speculate what that figure is going to be, but rest assured I'll be negotiating fiercely for a fair share of this potentially world-altering technology. Idealy, it will be enough to liberate me from the corporate world and allow me to pursue my love of all things crafty full time. Also, a younger sibling for Baby Boy and Honey B, obviously.

So, that's where we are at this moment. Thanks for reading my update, and for caring about what's going on over here in my world. Fingers crossed, next time I've got really, really good news.

And Then, There Were Two...

I call her "Honey B" 

So, you are probably wondering where the heck this second child suddenly came from. I don't blame you. Who randomly starts posting pictures of a four-year old girl with captions like "Siblings" and "Two kids"? Me. Because if there's one thing I've learned in life it's that you can't control everything.

Case in point: sometimes a four-year-old girl shows up on your mother-in-law's doorstep with one of your husband's exes claiming that he's the father, and a DNA test confirms it to be true. Then, she comes to live with you.

Totally common, right? No? Oh, well it's just me, then.

That's really the long and the short of it. We found out about her when she was practically abandoned by her mother at my Mother in Law's house in NM at the beginning of October. There's a local peace-of-mind DNA testing service that sent a collection kit to my MIL, which she mailed back, and C went to get swabbed. The test results came back within days: 99.95% chance of relationship.

Good enough for me. Congratulations, C! It's a girl. So we headed to NM the week of Halloween to bring her home.

The poor thing has been through a lot in her short life, most of which we will probably never even know. What do we know? She probably lived in a car for some extended period of time with her mother and maternal grandmother. She has watched at least a dozen of their pets die or be discarded (including a cat that "jumped" out of the window of their car while it was moving). She is always concerned about how much money we have. She can't read yet but recognizes places like Walgreens (go potty!), various different motel chains, Walmart, McDonalds, and talks about helping pitch a tent at the KOA. On our drive home from NM, she asked several times about having to sleep in the car. We bought her the first bed she's ever had.

Doc McStuffins, because obvs.

My lovely Aunt T was gracious enough to help with assembly on our first night home.

B promptly claimed all of the stuffed animals that her brother mostly ignores.

She eats like a champ. She has very little muscle on her arms and legs, and has gained 10 to 15 pounds in the couple of months that she's been in our care. At least you can't see her ribs anymore. She weighs the same as Baby Boy, but she is a good few inches taller than him. We've been told that she's allergic to nuts and apples, but we've yet to confirm that. Mostly, she's a normal, inquisitive, helpful and chatty four-year old girl who is happy to be in a stable environment with two parents that love her and a brother to play with.

Family cuddles in NM

Fun at the Valley Fair Mall

They took to each other really quickly.

Gotta play in the same bed.

Siblings.

We're hoping that a judge in Utah will agree that she's better off with us. Considering the circumstances of her arrival at my MIL's house last month, it shouldn't be hard to convince anyone that that's the case. I guess we'll see, though. Family court is always scary, and we're currently in the midst of deciding which state will take the case; cross your fingers that since she's here and we're residents, the Utah court will accept jurisdiction.

In the mean time, we're trying to make her life with us as normal as possible. We've already established a pretty good routine; C & I are so proud of ourselves for getting both kids bathed and in bed before 8:30 pm on most nights! Having two kids has definitely been an adjustment, but the facts that B can talk and is potty trained make things a lot easier. She calls her brother "Lil Baby," though they're only 10 months apart. Yup, Irish Twins. B gets the pleasure of meeting my entire family next week when we see them for Thanksgiving. I think she'll like us--we're pretty awesome.

So, there you have it: the story of how and why I have two kids now.

Picture Round Up

So, it's a new year, and I had big plans for writing a Year in Review post and what not, but then life happened and keeps happening, so this will have to do. I know you're all wondering what Colt has been up to. Well, if you haven't been keeping up with him on FB (i.e. you've been living under a rock), wonder no more. He's 18 months and going strong! The following are in no particular order:

Baby boy likes going to the grocery store with Daddy.

Lil boy has had a hard morning of adventuring at the grocery store.

Yes? (this photo is from yesterday, for the record)

Someone got some toothies coming in (this is from today!)

This is a pic I got in response to a mid-morning text I sent to C inquiring about how my boys were. Colt was still in those PJs when I got home. BC that's how we roll.

So, not too many, but enough to tide you over until I have more than five minutes to blog...which will likely be never, considering the state of things currently, and considering the schedule of events for the next two months. In February, we'll be off to San Antonio to see Honey GG! The highlight of that trip will definitely be the fact that I bought Colt his own seat on the plane. Then, in March, we'll head back up to my frigid hometown to celebrate my little brother's wedding, again....they got hitched in January, but the reception is in March...it's complicated, but it means we'll be back in ID before temperatures are back above freezing. Aaaaaand the Spring semester ends in May, so plan on me resurfacing at that point.

November Shmovember

Okay, enough with the angry political rantings. Let's get back to what you all really want to see/read about, shall we? That's right, I'm talking about this guy:

Yes, yes. He's getting big; trust me, I know. We were at the doctor's office last weekend and were happy to hear that he's actually had a growth spurt! Weighing in at 26.5 lbs and 31 inches long, this little dude just gets cuter by the day!

And here's the back of his head, bc it's also adorable.

Boxes aren't just Candy's domain anymore.


I'm sure I've mentioned this before, but it bears repeating: I'm so happy he got my hair. I mean, just look at these curls!

They are getting out of control! And the layers just keep coming in. Soon enough he's going to have a full-on afro for sure. I almost feel bad for him, seeing what I went through as a child with curly hair, but I'm determined to let my bad experience help make his more positive. So far we've done pretty good, but of course he's too young to know any different. I've only had to snip out two knots so far, which I hated doing, but it was necessary. Even though he's not a fan, the locks get combed at least once per day now to prevent any more occurrences.

He got four new teeth in November, too. And we can attribute his recent growth spurt to his affinity for food. There is very little this child won't eat. The only thing that comes to mind at the moment is lettuce.


So that was Colt in November! I've already started collecting December photos for the blog, so stay tuned :)

Panem et circenses

I've said this before, and I'll undoubtedly say it again, but my vote (and yours) doesn't count for anything. Why? Well, mostly because I live in Utah, but also because I live in the United States. Regardless, I cast my ballot for Libertarian Gary Johnson on Thursday, November 1 at the nearest designated early voting location to my home. Since then (well, and before then, too), I've been wondering why I even bother. While it's probably unusually pessimistic coming from me, I honestly believe that the system is rigged and what I think/have to say about it makes absolutely zero difference when it comes to who and what is really in control of the country (hint: it's money).

So, that being said, why did I even bother to vote? I'm starting to suspect it was purely for the self-portrait I got to post to Facebook and Instagram of me wearing the "I Voted Early" sticker (27 years old and I still give a damn about being accepted by my peers....FML). It might also have something to do with what my mom told me years ago: if you don't vote, you can't complain. I can see the logic in that: if you don't participate by voting, you don't get to complain about the way things turn out or the way things go after the election. Makes enough logical sense to have stuck with me all these years, but it doesn't negate the fact that the entire system is nothing more than a horse and pony show designed to keep the masses distracted from the genuine causes of our societal issues.

To escape from the madness of this seemingly endless presidential campaign I've been reading the Hunger Games trilogy again. It's fitting, I think, because the books' allegorical setting is so appropriate. In the last book, Mokingjay, Katniss finally finds out that her country's name, Panem, comes from the Latin phrase, panem et circenses. If you didn't know what this phrase meant before Suzanne Collins explained it, you're fired. Watch a PBS special once in a while, will you?

Anyway. Why is this relevant? Allow me to illustrate

Bread

and

Circuses

Do you get it yet? Distractions. They're all just distractions to keep us well fed and entertained so that we don't question the fact that our "democracy," or, more appropriately, "constitutional republic," is actually a plutocracy. The ever-increasing fervor over elections, American's expanding waistlines and shrinking IQs are all symptoms of the same disease that plagues us, which others have called "The Golden Rule." Only it's not the Golden Rule that they taught you in church. It's the one that Jafar taught us: the one with the gold makes the rules.

Republican, democrat, independent, whatever; I think we can all agree that the system is broken when corporations are awarded more consideration than individuals, and when more money than the majority of us will ever even dream about is spent trying to get one puppet into the theater instead of the other. Corporations are allowed to give as much money as they want in an election because, supposedly, it counts as free speech....

In my humble opinion, that's bull shit, but that fact only further illustrates my larger point: it's all just distraction. Putting on a good show, as Katniss is repeatedly reminded through the Hunger Games, and as I remind myself daily. All they want is a good show. "They," in this case, is anyone who obsesses over politics or any other aspect of our culture and lets the uneducated pundits . It's all distraction, and eventually we're going to pay the price for our ignorance.

So, why did I vote for Gary Johnson if it's all just one big spectacle? Again, mostly it was for the sticker, and so that I don't feel any residual guilt when I complain about the state of things. But if that's all I was after I might as well have voted for Barack Obama, whom I am still glad won because the alternative was, IMO, a quick and hasty return to the policies and procedures that got us all into this mess they're calling the Great Recession.

They say you should vote your conscience, so that's what I did. The thing about our current, two party system is that if a third party has at least 5 percent of the popular vote in one election, they can publicly finance a campaign in the next election. I was included in the historical 1 percent  that cast my vote for the Libertarians in 2012. I don't agree 100 percent with the Libertarian platform, but I like their style. They believe in individual liberties, for the most part, and I feel like their the only ones that want to treat adults like adults by letting us make our own decisions. As far as I'm concerned, Libertarian is the only political party in this country that actually believes in what "freedom" is supposed to mean.

So, though I believe with every fiber of my being that the entire system in which we live has been carefully constructed by those at the top to keep themselves and no one else in the top position, from the tax laws to whatever it is that they pass off as television these days to the curriculum that they taught me and that they'll inevitably teach my son one day, I still participate in the spectacle because change has to come from within. The game is skewed, yes, but those of us caught in it have to continue fighting by their rules for our rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. They give us an opportunity to make our voices heard, so we have to take that chance.

Of course, if we are really going to win, we'll have to get over our petty differences and united against the real evil. We need, just like Katniss did, to remember who the real enemy is. It's not the opposing party. It's not liberal hippies or the right-wing nut jobs. It's not what the media, from all sides, works hard to convince you it is. In fact, it's everything the media tries to convince us it isn't.  It's the Capitol; the oligarchs  It's the really wealthy handful of people that have been running the country and the rest of the world for the last 30+ years. The ones at the top of the pyramid, as it were, only the economic pyramid is really just a funnel used to move dollars into their own pockets and keep the economy in their control. They're the ones that made this election cycle into the all-consuming clusterfuck that it was by pumping more money into it than many countries in this world even make in a year. It certainly wasn't me contributing record-breaking amounts of cash to the nominees.

It's too bad that their propaganda is so effective at deflecting our attention. The whole thing has been constructed over years into one, state of the art brainwashing machine. The good  news is that there does seem to be some progress. With such far-left wing ideas as marriage equality and marijuana legalization becoming a reality, even such staunch conservatives like Rush Limbaugh and Bill O'Reilly are starting to being forced to admit that the fundamentalist era has come to an end.

Perhaps it's just the optimist in me, but it seems like we're coming around. We're taking longer than other parts of the civilized world to get there, but this election season was very telling about the way attitudes are changing in the United States. Tolerance, it seems, is becoming more than just something the extremists tolerate; it's the law of the land in Maine and Maryland, now, along with other important states like Iowa and New York. Socialized medicine, if you can really call it that, is too, and while Obamacare is far from perfect, it is at least a step toward the altruistic attitude that is going to get the human race past the point that we will destroy ourselves just to prove a selfish point about who has the bigger gun.

Speaking of which, just to prove that I'm not the liberal lunatic you think I am, I'm seriously considering buying myself a gun for Christmas. It'll go in the Zombie Apocalypse box with the walkie talkies.

September 2012

I didn't realize it, but I've been collecting quite the array of pics of Colt in my To Be Blogged list. He's terribly cute these days, but he's hell on wheels as far as attitude goes. He wants what he wants and he wants it NOW! I suppose all kids are like this to some extent. I feel like the "terrible twos" started really early with this one. He doesn't want to sit quietly in the shopping cart any more, or even let me carry him to the car. He just wants to run free and wild without any regard to his own safety. Cars? Meh. I'm Superbaby. Seriously, the monstrosity that is a child-leash may just become our new reality. C is still vehemently opposed, but that's only because he doesn't go out in public with Colt as often as I do. Maybe I should force him to so that he finally gets on board....

Speaking of C: If you haven't heard yet, he's a mutant/way too stubborn to die. Remember when he got violently ill in Albuquerque? Turns out his appendix did burst while we were there, and all the while he was insisting that it was nothing more than stress and anxiety. Yeah, he's not allowed to decide when we go or don't go to the hospital any more.

So, the whole story reads thusly: He gets violently ill in Albuquerque, and then proceeds to lose about 45 pounds in a matter of six weeks. He was super fatigued and had very little appetite for a few months. Then, on a Sunday in October, he tells me he feels like he's having a relapse, so I insist he go to the InstaCare. They take his blood and schedule him for a CT scan on the following Thursday. The blood test revealed that he had an elevated white-blood cell count, but that could be anything.

Colt and I dropped C off at the clinic on that Thursday and headed to the park because, again, baby boy wants to run free and cannot be trusted in a waiting room full of old people. We were there for about an hour when C called and said "I might have to go into surgery now. They found a ton of abscesses in my abdomen and the clinic doc can't even find my appendix on the scans." The clinic doctor's eventual hypothesis was that C's appendix had burst, but the abscesses had kept the poison contained like a ziplock (which is, apparently, a medical term now).

Well, they put it out on the wire that a patient whose appendix burst three months ago need to know what was going on, and a surgeon who has seen it before stepped in and put C on the same antibiotics they use to treat anthrax exposure for two weeks. He's three days from being done with them, and they've made him feel all sorts of crappy over the last two weeks.

We got to sit down with the surgeon last Thursday, and he finally explained what actually happened. The abscesses are the result of infection, they aren't holding the infection in. The antibiotics are supposed to clear them up, and once the infection is gone they'll go in to remove what's left of C's appendix via outpatient procedure. His next CT scan is on Nov. 15, so we'll know more about when the surgery is actually going to be at that point.

Moral of the story? My husband is Wolverine's long-lost cousin and cannot be killed. I'm really okay with that.

Anyhow. I know you're all here for the goods and not for a gruesome description of C's health. So, here are the goods:

His hair is so awesome.

Tickle? (his Auntie T took this one)

This series cracks me up! He's pretending to sleep next to Gramma at Auntie's house.

Construction Colt! He's loving his giant legos...

He loves walking to McD's with Daddy for cheeseburgers!

I just can't get enough of that little face, even though he has started yelling at me pointedly.

Sleeping like an angel....it's the perfect disguise for a troublemaker.

August 2012 - In Pictures

This year, August was quite eventful. Aside from being my birthday month, we also made a somewhat last-minute decision to go to the courthouse and get officially married the weekend afterwards. Of course, the rest of the month naturally revolved around Colt, and this is what I've got to show for it:

Super baby (p.s. have I mentioned how much I love buying kids' clothes at the thrift store? Because I LOVE IT!)

Flowers

Yes, that's Candy's butt. She did this strange thing one day where she didn't run away from him. Instead, she moved slowly enough to let him "pet" her (which is more like grabbing and pulling handfulls of fur), then he cornered her and took his cuddles by force. I thought maybe we'd turned a corner and she was turning into Patient Kitty, but she has since returned to her anti-social ways. He loves to chase her around every chance he gets, though, and since she won't jump over the baby gate (weirdo), that happens pretty regularly. This type of thing gives me hope, though. At least she hasn't bitten him yet, even though there has been a fair amount of hissing and she managed to scratch him once with a back claw. Maybe there is hope for them after all!

Also, my hubby now has a porn-star mustache, and I'm totally okay with it. This is at the one Bees game we made it to this year, and it was on my birthday. Too bad I couldn't tell you who they were playing, but I can tell you that the Bees won :)


So, onto the wedding! These are all cell phone pics, courtesy of my BFF. Promise I'll post more when I get around to it....

Mawage. Mawage is what bwings us togefer today... Yes, we're both wearing Tuxedo T-Shirts, bc that is how I roll. Colt's was blue:

The first photo of us officially married.


As per tradition, we dined at Mimi's Cafe after the blessed event. The service was not up to par, and not everyone enjoyed their food, so that's lame. But Colt sure does love his Gramma (and vice versa)

We hosted a party afterwards to celebrate (with Jello-shots, because how else do you celebrate getting married?) There was a carrot cake, which we proceeded to cut while Colt was trying to bite my toes...

He's got a toe fetish, and it's crazy weird, but I know it's our fault. Just like it's our fault that he thinks it's funny to bite because we do so to tickle him. He doesn't quite realize yet that biting can also hurt. We're working on that.

So, that's pretty much it. Oh yeah, we did finally make it to the pediatrician for Colt's 12 month appointment.

He weighs 23 pounds and is 29.75 inches tall. I heart this little chub mucho!

A Birthday in New Mexico!

My baby boy is not a baby any more. He's a little boy, now, and technically a toddler, so he's all over the damn place! He turned 1 on July 8, a day we spent exploring Grandmommy's house while C was violently ill. C was, in fact, violently ill for four of the six days we spent in New Mexico, and we ended up staying an extra day longer than we'd planned. Aside from Dad being sick the whole time, though, it was a great trip. I got a chance to get to know my MIL and her partner better, and they got to spend quality time watching the baby practice walking (by the time we left he was a pro). I totally lucked out when it comes to in-laws, by the way. Colt's grandmoms and his great grandparents are freaking awesome.

She loves his guts.

In case you're wondering (I know you are), it's a 12 hour drive.

12 hours of this. More or less. Except through American Fork Canyon, which was beautiful and terrifying. Okay, it wasn't that bad, but it would be in any kind of weather besides sunny with occasional smoke. We did it all in one day.

He was a champ! I mean, it took us 12 hours, and my inside information tells me that without a child it can be done in 9 to 9.5 hours. So, with a child, maybe we did make good time, maybe we didn't. All I know is that it took us 12 hours both ways. And that my car gets AWESOME gas mileage on the freeway (perhaps bc I was going the posted speed limit most of the way....).

We did, eventually, throw a the little dude a birthday party. Grandmommy bought two cakes! And a ton of gifts. And he got the bomb ride from our newest friends, the Fosdicks.

Beep beep! And don't worry, he figured out how to climb off of it himself within minutes. We're still working on getting on. His poor little legs are just short a bit short is all ;) It did take him about four days to figure out how to crawl through our clever baby gate, though.

Also, Spongebob pajamas are proof that this guy looks adorable in ANYTHING. Heaven help us if he has a sister. Anyway. He got lots of other stuff, and spent most of the days wandering around the living room looking at things he was under strict orders not to touch (ps, he listens to "NO" pretty well about 75 percent of the time) and treating the floor like his own personal dust buffet. Can anyone tell me how to break a baby of the putting-everything-in-his-mouth habit? I've about given up on getting anything that makes it all the way in out on account of the fact that he's got teeth and now knows how to use them.

The party was awesome--pics are on facebook, and I'm sure we've all seen them already. Baby Boy loved the frosting! There is video of the whole thing, though I'm not entirely sure what it looks like because the 13 year old was in charge of the video camera while Grandmommy supervised the cake eating and Mom took the pictures. Perhaps I'll eventually get around to editing it into something watchable, but that's not likely going to be in the near future on account of the essay I should be writing right this second and similar scholarly/business pursuits of mine.

We will be throwing another party for the Baby Boy at home next weekend, so there will be more baby-covered-in-cake pictures to come!

Family Pics and 11 Months Already

Well these have been sitting around for about a month, so it's prob time to post, eh? Here's my new nephew and his family:

So happy :) I have to say that I'm really, really glad my sister and her hubby live in the same place as I do. Life would really suck for me if I couldn't see my nephews on a regular basis. Anyway, here's one with Grandma and her three grandbaby boys:

We've definitely got some silly boys on our hands.

Anyhow. My baby is 11 months old and that's crazy. He's as cute as ever, though, if not more so because he's just getting smarter by the day. Plus his hair is coming in thick and curly, which is awesome. I literally cannot get enough of him! I mean, how can ANYONE resist this little dude?

Answer: They can't! Even Candy is getting more tolerant of him.

Do you see that? They're practically cuddling! But of course that's about as much slobber-soaked affection as Candy can handle.

She tolerates his advances more and more every day, and that's probably thanks to the fact that his dad has been really good about teaching Colt how to be gentle with all of the puppies that live in our area.  He hasn't even tried to pull Candy's hair or tail once, so I think one day she'll stop fleeing from him. Maybe. She's still not at all sold on C, but he's better at scaring her than the baby is.

So, he's not walking yet, but he moves around just fine and he can take a couple of tentative steps on his own. He gets excited and flails, though, which causes him to lose his balance and topple. It's really quite adorable. We had our first swim a couple of weekends ago and he was a champ! I can't wait to take him again, but I've gotta secure a plastic diaper protector thingy (technical term) before we can reenter the complex's pool. He's got swim diapers, of course, but apparently the rules stipulate extra protection. He really liked the water, though, and I think he'll end up being a water baby like I was even though his daddy hates being wet (weirdo!).

For his first birthday we'll be headed to Albuquerque to see his Grandmommy. We haven't seen her since February, and she just spent some time in the hospital, so we are beyond excited to see her and her partner, Grandma Jag. I've never spent any sort of time in Albuquerque as an adult, but C lived there for three years so I'm looking forward to seeing and experiencing some of the places he's told me about. In particular, a Mexican food restaurant that is, apparently, the very best he's ever had, and he lived in L.A. for a long time so that's saying something. The drive is probably going to suck, but I'm really excited about being there to spend some time with my mother-in-law.

In non-baby-related news (wtf? I know, no one cares, but this is MY blog after all, not his): the two courses I'm taking this semester have both been remarkably easy so far. I guess that's because they're both 1000 level courses that I've just been avoiding. One of them is Computer Information Systems 1020 and it is basically Computers 101. I tried my damnedest to test out of it, but apparently I don't know Microsoft Office 2010 well enough (because we're still using the 2007 version at work). So, I just sucked it up and registered for probably the fourth time and didn't drop it this go around. I can't say that I have learned much, but I have been finding it rather ironic: one of the texts we have to read is an e-book. Let that sink in for a minute. I'll wait.

Yes, an e-book about learning to use a computer. Seriously, the last two chapters I read covered things like mice, keyboards, printers and how to use the internet. My first three tests were on the MS desktop and using the Internet, and I took them all ONLINE. I mean...c'mon! Doesn't the fact that I can even access the information prove that I KNOW HOW TO USE A COMPUTER??? Apparently not.

I'm not complaining too much, though, because let's face it: easy three credits. And it is community college, so what can I really expect? The good news is that when this term is over I'll have four semesters left before I legitimately have a college degree! At that point it will have only taken me nearly 12 years, but it'll be done!