Here I sit in Statistics class… another Monday, another class, another round of thoughts along the line of ‘what was I thinking?’ I remember the first time I took this course, oh so many years ago now… I didn’t like it then. Not much has changed. I don’t like it now. I can see the point, but it’s still a bit of a dreary ride through a hazy forest of numbers and poorly drawn bell curves, with mu-symbols lurking under piles of x-bar leaves, just waiting to drag me into the pit of variances that I can’t discover.

What is the probability that I’ll make it through this class without going completely white-haired before the end of the year? I’ll let you know, once I figure out the standard deviation ratio based on the inferences made about my sanity and the tedium of the subject. 😀

(NDRN-New Danish Resident News) In a shocking and completely unexpected development in this little section of the world… it has begun to snow! Big fat flakes that immediately stick to anything warmer than they are, much as if they are as surprised by the development as the stunned fresh-from-California Girl being quickly buried beneath them, and must cling to the memories of having been raindrops only hours before.

And before, gentle readers, you laugh yourselves silly trying to imagine how this particular Americhick attempted to dodge the snowflakes with NO success whatsoever, my DH has graciously provided you with photographic evidence that I, sun-worshipping, heat-seeking, any-temperature-lower-than-70-degrees-Fahrenheit-is freakin’-cold hothouse flower that I am, have just experienced my first official snow fall in 14 years.

The hilarity may now ensue.

😀