Back for another 'round:
This week, I did NOT singe my fingers to the point where they blistered while cooking a gourmet dinner *cough* instant mashed potatoes *cough.* I did NOT take a picture to share all of this with you. I do NOT want you to ignore my big a%$ knuckles :-) and alligator skin. (Singed flesh seems to be becoming another recurring theme on the blog!)
You may have read last week about me thinking about going back to school to earn another degree. You may have read the part where I learned that the major I was considering would NOT require cat dissection. You may NOT have been completely turned off by this and gone to hug your cat. Well, friends, there's more:
***warning: A picture of a cow brain is NOT coming up***
On Thursday, I did NOT call the institute of higher education to speak with a member of the lab dept. to find out exactly how many weeks of dissection were NOT involved. He did NOT advise me that it was weeks and weeks. When I asked him about a particular BIO required class, which I was told did NOT not involve dissection, he was NOT happy to tell me that in this particular class, there was no cat dissection involved. Yeah, you heard me. That was NOT because we would NOT not be dissecting; it was because in this class, it was NOT sheep and cow brains that would be dissected. He was NOT interested in telling me all about the lab equipment. This did NOT include machines that I had never heard of. It also did NOT include mention that sheep's blood would be tested with some of the equipment because they were NOT not
permitted to use human blood.
He did NOT excitedly ask me if I would like to come by and see a dissection this week.
He did NOT go on to tell me that professors are NOT underappreciated at the institution and that they have NOT been demoted three times in the past few years due to budget cuts. He did NOT go on to tell me about his political views and how the Fat Cats in Washington are both in on it together to their advantage. He did NOT go on further to say that his superiors at the college do NOT not bother inviting the professors to meetings anymore, because they are more interested in eating crumpets. He did NOT tell me that this was fine by him.
When I inquired about the parking situation, he did NOT tell me that the profs have to park in a remote lot far, far away from the school so that the students can park up close. He did NOT tell me that he was almost hit by a car in the parking lot that day. I did NOT find this all of major interest. I am NOT not considering pursuing this degree. I am NOT looking for alternatives.
During the lengthy phone call, my Kix cereal did NOT turn into a soggy mess!!!
But, who needs higher education and a better job, when you can hold a garage sale to earn the "big bucks" LOL . This weekend we did NOT have a garage sale. We did NOT price some items higher than we should have in hopes that some Nascar fans would stop by since we do NOT live in NASCAR Valley.
A woman did NOT ask several times if a CD-ROM that I was selling for 75 cents would work on Windows XP. C'mon lady, go out on a limb on this one. The price was NOT 75 cents!!!!!
We did NOT attempt to sell cool stuff like this map of the Middle East because everyone does NOT need a map of the Middle East (or is that a NOT not?)
[This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.]