Standardized tests can bite me

In a few short weeks I will take the GRE for the 3rd time. I cannot contain my excitement. I cannot think of any better way to spend my time than studying for this accurate assessment of my knowledge... HA. This test truly is a load of crap. I made it through college with a decent GPA, did well in many classes, etc. If my intelligence was to be based solely on the GRE I would most certainly be placed in the remedial math class...just like I was my freshman year when my math abilities were based solely on the SAT....deja vu, right?

The GRE is bullshit and I am all heated over this damn test. If I do not score well my application for vet school may not even be looked at. This kills me to think that I would not even be considered due to a less than stellar GRE score.

I will get through it because I have to, but I really do not want to take it again! This shit ain't free. I also hate the fact that I get my score right away. Most people would disagree. I like to postpone the feeling of defeat and self-deprecation for a while as I eat copious amounts of cake because "I worked hard, I deserve it!" I want to hold on to that sliver of hope that I may have done well this time around.

Hopefully the third time will be the charm!

Anything you can do I can do better

Who doesn't have a blog these days? It seems like there are so many people out there doing the same thing, writing about the same stuff. How does anyone stand out from the crowd? It makes me wonder why I can't have a successful blog about first time homeowners dealing with well water, a septic tank, hard water, an ancient AC unit, and a crawl space that is the perfect size for a hobbit.
I guess I could also write about my adorable dog, Betty and her crazy antics. An entry could go something like this: My dog is so cute. Here is a picture of her sleeping.
Here is another picture of her eating and then going for a walk outside!
No one else has a dog who does that! Seriously though, she is awesome and who am I kidding, most of my posts on FB revolve around her.
I do have a blog, yes, but no one really knows about it, except for my husband and I know he never reads it. I have issues with putting it out there. Why would anyone want to read what I have to say? What if I want to write stuff about someone that may be reading it? I would hate to offend people...well, I guess it depends on said people.
I just feel like we are just as special and cool as the other bloggers out there getting national attention. Maybe even more cool, damnit! I suppose we are pretty unique: an interracial newlywed (sorta) couple with an amazing therapy dog living in NC working on our first home, and trying to navigate all the good (and bad) that life throws at us. There are so many more specifics I should add to that to help this blog stand out even more, but I am not comfortable sharing that with you....yet. I wasn't raised to give up the goodies on the first date.

You never know

Something happened recently that reminded me that not everyone is who we think they are. Sometimes people we expect to be one way turn out to be completely different. Not sure if it is a cultural thing or what, but the actions of this person made me question how I view him. A respected professional does not necessarily do the right thing or even give a damn. I guess I often take it for granted that a well educated person who has taken an oath to protect certain things would act in a certain way. My husband and I, however, did the right thing, acted responsibly and in the best interest of the parties involved. I guess sometimes you just never know.
*To protect the identities of the parties involved I cannot go into a more detailed account of the incident*

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