I feeeeeeel good....nanananananana (like the song)

Yes, it's true. I feel good. Not high on life or anything, but just grounded. I am eating Wisconsin cheesedip (Grandma Debilzen's specialty)...how could a girl not feel good? When I was checking my email just now, I discovered two emails in my inbox from some of my favorite students at Washington. What a great way to top off the day. Just an example of how a simple thing can really make a difference.

So, I have a very funny story to share with you all. I guess it's not really funny, but more just wierd in a sense. (DISCLAIMER: This is in no way intended to attack or offend anyone who serves in the military, as I definitely hold a high level of respect for anyone who would choose to serve their country or their world in this way, in order to uphold human rights). Alright, that said, I can get on with my story. Perhaps you need a little background information. The IYFD Program is housed within the Schreiber Gym on the University of Montana campus. When they decided the location of the office, it must have been one of the only spots available. Seriously. We share the building with the ROTC groups on campus, which stands for Reserve Officer Training Corps. This makes me a bit skeemish - uniforms, buzz cuts, male egos, weapons, testosterone, chanting, etc. Ugh. Well, today I was walking out of class and had to walk to the UC to get my bike. As soon as I walk out the door, I look to my right and notice that there are several ROTC members on their knees, assembling and disassembling weapons....yes, as in GUNS. Double ugh. Not only do I have an intense fear of guns, but I would prefer that they not be anywhere near me. I do not want to see them or touch them or even hear them. No way. There is the whole saying that, "Guns don't kill people...people kill people." Yeah, right. Although don't people use the power of guns to their advantage??? Triple ugh. I don't even want to think about it...so I will end this now. And just let you know that my classroom day ended with large weapons all around me. Quadruple ugh.

But, things look up as we have a very important, super official, VIP meeting at the Kettlehouse tonight (the brewery that is honestly like hanging out in someone's shed). The purpose: quality management testing, to support local business, and to take care of our inner selves. Needless to say, I must go do some important reading before this super important meeting.

Peace.