Nothing's wrong. Are you kidding me?

Sigh. Nothing is wrong. NOTHING.
I had the endoscopic ultrasound yesterday, and the doctor said, everything looked great. The 2 cysts they saw on the MRCP were benign, and he recommended I get them checked out yearly, to make sure they do not grow.
This sucks.
I mean, its fantastic that nothing major is wrong. No surgeries, no hospital visits, or prolonged treatments. The bad news is, I still have pain. Not hideous pain - maybe a 3 on the pain scale, but its consistent. It makes me miserable.
So, with nothing wrong, I have to change my mindset. I have to live with this, so I have to change my frame of mind.
So, the next step is to start tracking everything I eat. Everything. Sigh. Everything I eat, and note how my side feels - pain, fullness or overall aching, and the pain scale. Perhaps I have a sensitivity to food? People can have 'food intolerances', causing pain and gas. Biggest one I have read about so far is gluten or wheat. Crap.
First this week, I will eat as normal and track. Maybe I will track for 2 weeks. I'll look at patterns, and start eliminating food from there.
This SUCKS. But at least I am ok.
I'm gonna wallow in self pity for a little while today, feel sorry for myself, and then get it together, for tomorrow.

Something's not right with George.

George is our cat. Our 14 year old cat. And, no, its not a mental problem, although she's crazy. :)
We found a lump or rib ribs 2 months ago. We were not sure, it actually felt like rib muscle. It actually felt the same as the rib muscle on he other side, so we thought we were being paranoid. We decided to wait it out.
Nope, its a lump. Something's not right. Larry noticed it last night. It has definitely grown. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I love this cat to pieces. I adopted her in college. She's seen me through pretty much all of my adult life. She (and Max, the other kitty,) kept me company during the years I lived alone. She made me laugh, and made me feel better when I cried. She was the first pet I ever had (on my own.)
She is a piece of work. Fortunately, we have not seen a change in her behavior, so hopefully, its just a lump, nothing bad. In her old age, she has found the backyard. She figured out the dog door, immediately after we got it. She goes out there, lounges in the dog's beds, 'patrols' the back yard, and defends us against all the leaves in the back yard. (Those leaves might get together an strom the house, you never know. Hee hee hee... ...) She's out there rolling around in the grass, showing off in front of the dogs. She'll roll around on the bad, waving her paws around right in front of Sherman, like 'look at me! look at me!' Ah ha ha ha!
I've never had a pet die. Well, I remember the dachshunds we had as a little girl died, but I had no clue what that really meant. So, I have never seen a pet die. I have no idea what I'll do. Poor Larry. We've already had the discussion for all the pets- we will not do any major treatment if it is only the prolong their life for several months. If it is the dreaded 'c' word, (no, not that word, I mean cancer,) we'll not pursue any treatment, except for pain management. And, as soon as the pain management starts to not work, we will let her go. I do not want her to suffer. I will be a disaster, and Larry will have to deal with me, a bumbling mess. :) (Larry is so good to me. I love him!)
Here are some fun shots of George and Max (both girls,)

George loves coffee. And tomato sauce. I don't get the tomatoes. However, we have to watch our mugs.

George patrolling the back yard.

Still watching the back yard.

Sleeping in the dog beds. Little passive aggressive, huh? Note- the dogs never chase her out of their beds. They lay in front of her looking pathetic, until she moves.

'Look at me! Look at me!'

When we moved to Phoenix, the best source of moving boxes were liquor boxes from the state stores. (PA does not sell beer or liquor in food stores, they only sell beer and wine coolers in beer distributors or bars, and liquor at state stores.) Anyway the boxes are sturdy and free. We ran out of room storing boxes (we only lived in a 700 sq ft 1 bedroom condo,), so these were stored above our kitchen cabinets. George loved hiding in the boxes. We almost packed her several times, since she'd bury herself in the full boxes too, before they were taped up. We gave up looking for her around the condo, since she thought she was stealth, and explored all the boxes. We'd hear randomly tumbling boxes, and thought, 'George strikes again!'

4 weeks!

4 weeks! Ugh. ASU sent an email today, they received my grad school application, and it will take up to 4 weeks to process. Ugh. That's a long time to wait, since I am so excited to start school again. Getting my master's as put a spark in me again. A purpose. I am sooooo excited, yay!
The requirements for admission are-

• Bachelor of Science in Computer Science or a related field - GOT IT.
  
• Grade point average of 3.00 (on a 4.00 scale) for the last 60 units of the undergraduate transcript (or for the last 12 units of the post-baccalaureate transcript) GOT IT. 3.91 on my bachelor's from University of Phoenix
  
• GRE not required - WHEE! Yay! No tests!

I hope this happens!

Why Patton hates me with the fire and passion of 100 suns

I knit a new scarf with some fun new yarn !!!!

When I finished it, I needed to photo it, and I needed a model. Larry wasn't around, and I'm not thrilled about posting my image all over the Internet. Next best model? Not Larry, not a friend, not Sherman, (he's too dignified for that,) but the one and only, affectionately called 'Cheesey Peessy,' Patton:




He loves his momma, but if he catches wind I posted him in his girl-y scarf on the internet, He's gonna poop in my shoes.

I think I am going back to school.

I graduated from UoP 2 years ago with my Bachelor of Science in Information Technology. I think I want to return for my Master degree in IT.
Why?
It will make me more marketable in my career. It will enhance my career, and allow me to make more money. It will open more opportunities for me. I'm bored, I like school. I like the structure, and the stability of it. Financial aid will not be a problem, and it is a 60 week program. I can pound it out in a little over a year.
Am I crazy?