I'm feeling a rant coming on. I know, I know, I'm taking advantage of the fact that my blog is dirt related, but I have to get this off my chest. Hating the opposite sex.............what a ridiculous and immature waste of time! It is my firm belief that those who indulge in this ludicrous emotion are either terrible judges of character (i.e. it's your own fault you're associating with lousy persons) or incredibly self-centered and narrow-minded. Granted, some of these emotions come from abuse--yet, in no way is that justification for labeling an entire gender. It occurs to me that the same lack of character which leads to the association and subsequent judgment of either gender is often a primary factor in the initiation of said relationships. Just in case anyone missed these important details: men and women are different--but everyone acts like they need a midol once in a while.

Hmmmmmmmmm..........when I changed my blog over it didn't keep any of my previous blog--save the first post. Now while I actually understand WHY it did that--there is no way I'm going to try to explain it or I would just sound even more like an idiot so..........here's a link to my previous archives until I can figure out how to copy it onto this new blog, haha.

http://virtualdig.org/blogs/tabithacook/

Wow, I believe it's been almost two years since I last posted.........lol, and yet for some reason here I am again.

I've graduated, no doubt my profile badly needs an update--not that I'm going to get anyone to read this anyway. But just in case some lost soul realizes that I hold the key to oxygen generated nuclear power as well as the location of the Ark of the Covenant, I'm in.

So, here's to putting off Grad. School to let my brain rest. Currently I am pursuing any type of career in editing/copywriting because I'm that much of a nerd. I have no idea how it happened but somehow in the span of about four years I grew from associating Grammar with Mad Cow Disease and the Bubonic Plague to an exercise which I find both relaxing and challenging at the same time. Linguistics has suddenly become much more fascinating.

No, I have not put aside my love for playing in the dirt--if anything I'm more obsessed than ever. Unfortunately however, graduating caught up with me--bummer. But oh well, I think I might even live through it. You can be sure however, that the recent future (so in archaeological terms like within the next hundred years) I will again find myself somewhere in the Near East digging something or someone out of hundreds or thousands of years of boulders, pillars, and yes lovely lovely dirt.