Let's just get to it, shall we?
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I have a UFO tweeter following me! JEALOUS? YES, YOU ARE! When the mother ship lands, I'll put in a good word for you. Provided I'm not cowering under the bed. [Historical aside: When I was much younger and freer, I was in Santa Fe, which is a weird place, and some friends and I were talking one evening about what we would do if a UFO did, in fact, show up. Trust me when I tell you that when you are in Santa Fe, at night, this kind of thing seems more likely to happen than not. Anyway, we pretty much all agreed that shitting our pants would be Job One if an alien showed up at the side of the bed. What do you think?]
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We are having an ass-ton of family over on July 4th. Which is great, I love having parties. It's just that it's dawning on me that we don't have a pool, nor do we live on lake, and I'm pretty sure we don't even have a sprinkler. I need fun warm weather activities for age ranges 8 - 70. STAT.
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I have a tendency to be uber-competitive about somethings - especially things that have nothing to do with me. Also, I do not take kindly to perceived slights [and a slight can be perceived as being pretty much anything some days]. Yesterday I was speaking to the Academic Dean at the girl's new school, and we were going over the girl's course schedule [they want you to fill out a tentative 4 year plan at high schools now, did you know this? Weird, right?] and we got to the math portion.
Math, this year, has been sticky. The girl is fucking brilliant at math, but had a complete crisis of confidence and felt she was the dumbest kid in the history of kids who ever added or subtracted, which obviously affected her ability to deal with math and ultimately her final grade.
The Dean and I discussed this, and she suggested that rather than taking the more rigorous, advanced class in the fall, the girl take the regular, more sedately paced math class so that she could get her bearings back.
Great, right?
WRONG. I had to stifle - seriously, clam down like a motherfucker - this urge to make sure that the girl was in the advanced class, because goddamnit, she's smart. She doesn't need the slower paced class. That's bullshit.
Which is completely wrong. I know that. It's not as if the Dean said she'd have to go to remedial math or repeat a class, which in any case would have been fine if she needed it. Except I'm a fucking lunatic, and would have seen it as MY inability to have the girl function well in math class.
Which is even more wrong. And crazy. And what's worse is that I was getting bent about the girl not taking Algebra II & Trig and instead taking Algebra II. Which is a class that is still 2 fucking years ahead of her grade level.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Am I the only crazy like this? Please tell me I'm not.
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Over at Circle of Moms, I've given my advice to new or soon-to-be moms, and evidently you can read my answer and vote for me [or just vote for me - trust me, I'm chock full of excellent advice on parenting, just reference above to my excellent parenting ability re: my daughter and math] so that I can be elected . . . Most Awesome in the Universe? I'm not sure. Anyway, vote here. [I have no idea why the formatting sucks. Sorry about that.]
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O.k., so not only was this post full of randomness, but evidently full of questions I need you to answer. So here's one more:
If you had to make out with either Hall or Oates, which one would it be? Be honest.
Showing posts with label Homework. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Homework. Show all posts
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Thursday, December 13, 2007
One Down
Finished an exam today. Am procrastinating like CRAZY on my paper. Must start studying for next final.
I'm in need of a haircut, but I kind of want to grow it longer. I need to do something, though, because by the end of the exam, when I had spent over 3 hours running my hands through my hair, I had giant hair. Seriously. I looked like this:
Except my mustache and beard are less noticeable and I'm a bit grayer.
The best part of the exam is that about 2 1/2 hours in, my stomach started growling REALLY REALLY LOUD. Like I'd burned 8,000 calories trying to figure out if a b c or d was the best answer and I needed nutrients RIGHT NOW.
I'm in need of a haircut, but I kind of want to grow it longer. I need to do something, though, because by the end of the exam, when I had spent over 3 hours running my hands through my hair, I had giant hair. Seriously. I looked like this:
Except my mustache and beard are less noticeable and I'm a bit grayer.
The best part of the exam is that about 2 1/2 hours in, my stomach started growling REALLY REALLY LOUD. Like I'd burned 8,000 calories trying to figure out if a b c or d was the best answer and I needed nutrients RIGHT NOW.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Wednesday Night. 9:00 p.m. Do You Know Where Your Children Are?
E is working crazy hours. He's worked the past 2 weekends and will work this weekend, too. And I have finals. And the girl is sick. And we have done no shopping for the holidays or E's birthday. And I haven't even taken the girl's picture to put in the holiday cards that are staring at me (from under a pile of papers on the bench - What? I can feel their judgmental eyes.).
On the plus side, I've finished studying for one exam, and I'm about 1/2 way done with my paper (which is the same 1/2 way done I've been for about the past 3 or 4 days now). Also, my sister will take the girl to get her hair cut this weekend while E is working and I'm having studying group sessions. So that's awesome.
However, have you seen the holiday stamps? Maybe it's just the craptastic post office I went to, but my choices were overtly religious (thanks, though) and these shitty ass knitting stamps. Seriously. Are you fucking kidding me with these? THIS is the best you could do?
(Yes, I know they're backwards. I took them on the webcam. They're still ugly facing forward.)
Who picks these? This is the best option of all the holiday entries? Did NO ONE else enter? How hideous were the other entries, if there were any? Like they'd blind you hideous?
Anyway, I need to actually write something today. I should probably start on that.
On the plus side, I've finished studying for one exam, and I'm about 1/2 way done with my paper (which is the same 1/2 way done I've been for about the past 3 or 4 days now). Also, my sister will take the girl to get her hair cut this weekend while E is working and I'm having studying group sessions. So that's awesome.
However, have you seen the holiday stamps? Maybe it's just the craptastic post office I went to, but my choices were overtly religious (thanks, though) and these shitty ass knitting stamps. Seriously. Are you fucking kidding me with these? THIS is the best you could do?
(Yes, I know they're backwards. I took them on the webcam. They're still ugly facing forward.)
Who picks these? This is the best option of all the holiday entries? Did NO ONE else enter? How hideous were the other entries, if there were any? Like they'd blind you hideous?
Anyway, I need to actually write something today. I should probably start on that.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Sunday. It's Better Than Nothing.
I went swimming this morning (I love swimming indoors when it's 28 degrees. God bless civilization.) and it was fun, except for the very young kid (I'd say 5/6 - 10 years old) swim meet and the SHRIEKING girls in the shower who would NOT SHUT THE FUCK UP. Gah. Stupid kids.
While I was out, I stopped at the market and bought myself some things I like to eat. This sounds innocuous, yes? Not really. I tend not to purchase things I enjoy. Or ask for them. Very sad, but true. So, after E spoke firmly last night reminding me of this defect in my personality ("Why the fuck won't you just tell me what you want and then have it?"), I thought, you know what? WHY DON'T I? (I know the reasons I don't. Or didn't.) So I've decided to get stuff I like. It was VERY HARD, though. I found myself justifying the purchase of a wedge of parmesan ($5) because I'm going to make lasagna for E's birthday and not just use it on my salads (mmmm . . . shaved parmesan). Still, I didn't buy anything specifically for E or the girl. That's progress. And next time I go to Target? I'm buying baked Doritos.
I just finished a 5 hour study session with a friend. I like studying with other people, because then I'm not always to blame for taking breaks!
Back to the grind.
While I was out, I stopped at the market and bought myself some things I like to eat. This sounds innocuous, yes? Not really. I tend not to purchase things I enjoy. Or ask for them. Very sad, but true. So, after E spoke firmly last night reminding me of this defect in my personality ("Why the fuck won't you just tell me what you want and then have it?"), I thought, you know what? WHY DON'T I? (I know the reasons I don't. Or didn't.) So I've decided to get stuff I like. It was VERY HARD, though. I found myself justifying the purchase of a wedge of parmesan ($5) because I'm going to make lasagna for E's birthday and not just use it on my salads (mmmm . . . shaved parmesan). Still, I didn't buy anything specifically for E or the girl. That's progress. And next time I go to Target? I'm buying baked Doritos.
I just finished a 5 hour study session with a friend. I like studying with other people, because then I'm not always to blame for taking breaks!
Back to the grind.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Today I . . .
* Did 6 loads of laundry
* Ran the dishwasher
* Emptied the dishwasher
* Read everything on the internet
* Watched 2 episodes of Dharma and Greg (Why? I have no idea.)
* Rode the exercise bike
* Showered
* Made dinner
* Talked to my kid
* DID NOT A LICK OF STUDYING
Wow. I just can't seem to make myself care until my back is against the wall. That would be tomorrow.
* Ran the dishwasher
* Emptied the dishwasher
* Read everything on the internet
* Watched 2 episodes of Dharma and Greg (Why? I have no idea.)
* Rode the exercise bike
* Showered
* Made dinner
* Talked to my kid
* DID NOT A LICK OF STUDYING
Wow. I just can't seem to make myself care until my back is against the wall. That would be tomorrow.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
A Picture . . .
My desk is a mess. Seriously. A big honking mess.
I know I need to take care of it, but things just keep happening (you know, like life) that make me not want to deal.
Instead, I'll do a photo essay:
This is the center of my desk. Please note the giant pile of receipts next to the printer. And my perfume on top of the printer. Because I often feel the need to spritz myself with Coco Mademoiselle while working.
The giant blue cup is supposed to be filled with water to keep me hydrated, but I often drink it down to the dregs and then forget to refill it, so I sip the remaining molecules in an attempt to quench my thirst.
Next is the right side of my desk. It' got piles of papers, a bluebook, and my sad, broken backed chair that I use as a bookshelf. See those books? I've not looked in most of them! Also take a look at the Mom & Me picture frame from G that still, 2 years later, has no photo.
Finally, the left side of my desk. For some reason, this photo won't sit right, so just tilt your head and look at the fabulousness that is piles of paper! and pens and pencils! and TWO broken drawers. You'll note the smaller drawer is hiding underneath the center of the desk in shame. And I know the umbrella is hideously floral blue. I don't even know where it came from.
Do you see what I have to work with?
I know I need to take care of it, but things just keep happening (you know, like life) that make me not want to deal.
Instead, I'll do a photo essay:
This is the center of my desk. Please note the giant pile of receipts next to the printer. And my perfume on top of the printer. Because I often feel the need to spritz myself with Coco Mademoiselle while working.
The giant blue cup is supposed to be filled with water to keep me hydrated, but I often drink it down to the dregs and then forget to refill it, so I sip the remaining molecules in an attempt to quench my thirst.
Next is the right side of my desk. It' got piles of papers, a bluebook, and my sad, broken backed chair that I use as a bookshelf. See those books? I've not looked in most of them! Also take a look at the Mom & Me picture frame from G that still, 2 years later, has no photo.
Finally, the left side of my desk. For some reason, this photo won't sit right, so just tilt your head and look at the fabulousness that is piles of paper! and pens and pencils! and TWO broken drawers. You'll note the smaller drawer is hiding underneath the center of the desk in shame. And I know the umbrella is hideously floral blue. I don't even know where it came from.
Do you see what I have to work with?
Saturday, November 3, 2007
It's Time to Get Wild and Loose
I don't know where the time has gone. It seems like I plan things out with the understanding that there are enough hours in the day to do them all, and then suddenly I'll realize I forgot to factor things in like drive time or waiting for other people to call you back or going to the bathroom (which can really add up, when you have a wee bladder). The day just flies! I do get disheartened when I try to factor those things in, because really? 1 1/2 hours to grocery shop? Should that take, like 25 minutes max?
Anyway, I've got megatons of homework and the house is filthy and we're expecting people tomorrow and I just don't have the energy or inclination to do anything about any of it. So in about 2 hours I'll spazz and try to do it all at once and then yell at E and it'll be great.
OR
I could choose to live my life in a new and better fashion. I could choose to say, you know what? It doesn't matter that there is a layer of cat hair on the ottoman. It also doesn't matter that the bathroom is . . . bathroomy and not sparkly shiny.
I'm trying to get to that point but it is hard.
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In other news - we're getting a furnace on Monday! God willing and the river don't rise! (That's my new saying. It's awesome, isn't it?) I CAN'T WAIT!
It hasn't been too cold, and our house is insanely well insulated, so the temperature hasn't gone below 64 in the house (which is where I usually have it at night, anyway) and I try to use the oven every day which really kicks up the heat, but I'm so TIRED of people (meaning my parents) acting like I'm exposing the Girl to hypothermia. For the love of god. We're in MI, not the arctic!
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We're evidently having the 2nd Annual UM-OSU party at our house this year. E's been collecting returnables for the past year, so we're going to get our grub on. Join us, if you're in the area!
Anyway, I've got megatons of homework and the house is filthy and we're expecting people tomorrow and I just don't have the energy or inclination to do anything about any of it. So in about 2 hours I'll spazz and try to do it all at once and then yell at E and it'll be great.
OR
I could choose to live my life in a new and better fashion. I could choose to say, you know what? It doesn't matter that there is a layer of cat hair on the ottoman. It also doesn't matter that the bathroom is . . . bathroomy and not sparkly shiny.
I'm trying to get to that point but it is hard.
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In other news - we're getting a furnace on Monday! God willing and the river don't rise! (That's my new saying. It's awesome, isn't it?) I CAN'T WAIT!
It hasn't been too cold, and our house is insanely well insulated, so the temperature hasn't gone below 64 in the house (which is where I usually have it at night, anyway) and I try to use the oven every day which really kicks up the heat, but I'm so TIRED of people (meaning my parents) acting like I'm exposing the Girl to hypothermia. For the love of god. We're in MI, not the arctic!
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We're evidently having the 2nd Annual UM-OSU party at our house this year. E's been collecting returnables for the past year, so we're going to get our grub on. Join us, if you're in the area!
Sunday, October 28, 2007
We Interrupt Our Sunday Night Study Session . . .
We're all feeling a bit drained here. I went out today (swimming and running some errands) for the first time since Thursday. I don't like being cooped up too long. It makes me go all Shinning (I don't want to get sued!).
I haven't watched any scary movies this year. I LOVE scary movies - but they have to be good scary, not craptacular slasher movies. That's not scary to me, that's just gross.
What's your favorite Halloween movie? I think The Exorcist is a good one, but I really like M. Night Shamalan's movies. Psychologically creepy and a good story to boot.
o.k. back to work. Blech.
I haven't watched any scary movies this year. I LOVE scary movies - but they have to be good scary, not craptacular slasher movies. That's not scary to me, that's just gross.
What's your favorite Halloween movie? I think The Exorcist is a good one, but I really like M. Night Shamalan's movies. Psychologically creepy and a good story to boot.
o.k. back to work. Blech.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Thursday
Last night was Open House at my daughter's school. Whoo. I forget, year to year how: Hot it is; How crowded it is; How much fun it is to see the parents I don't see very often.
So, it was all those things, and very different from Open House when I was a kid - where you went in and the teacher talked to you about your kid. This is a big spectacle, where there is a theme (Travel Around the World) and each class is responsible for creating activities and artifacts for each country (Stonehenge! The Leaning Tower of Pisa/Pizza Boxes! A kid dressed as a leprauchan!). I love the inventiveness these kids have, and how the teachers get into it, too. The office staff was India, and the secretaries wore saris.
So that was last night. And now, tonight, I've got a metric ass ton of homework (and housework) to do, and can't seem to get myself in gear.
I need a motivational speaker for my life.
So, it was all those things, and very different from Open House when I was a kid - where you went in and the teacher talked to you about your kid. This is a big spectacle, where there is a theme (Travel Around the World) and each class is responsible for creating activities and artifacts for each country (Stonehenge! The Leaning Tower of Pisa/Pizza Boxes! A kid dressed as a leprauchan!). I love the inventiveness these kids have, and how the teachers get into it, too. The office staff was India, and the secretaries wore saris.
So that was last night. And now, tonight, I've got a metric ass ton of homework (and housework) to do, and can't seem to get myself in gear.
I need a motivational speaker for my life.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
It's Must Read Thursday
**I've been going swimming some mornings when I'm not at work or school. It always amuses me because when I get there, at about 7:45 or so, it's me and old people. I'm the youngest by about 30 years. Seriously. And I love the old ladies who have on their make up and have their hair done and are wearing jewelry while they go walking in the leisure pool (I'm too lazy to go in the lap pool. Also, it's very cold.). My favorite thing about it, though, is that 80% of the people wear glasses. While in the pool. While SWIMMING. It's too awesome.
**The Kid says "That's so cheap" when she thinks something stinks or is dumb. Other generations' slang is so weird.
**I had to go to a symposium today. I hadn't been to one in a while. Man. I'd forgotten how lame they are.
**I have sooooo much homework to do, but I don't feel like doing anything. I need a . . . I was going to say disciplinarian, but that sounds so dirty.
**I found post-its on clearance at Target!!! I love post-its. I wonder if 3M is hiring.
**You know what's awesome? This book. An Arsonist's Guide to Writers' Homes in New England. I liked it quite a bit, even though the protagonist is something of a loser sad-sack, which is normally the one thing I cannot abide (Fuck off, Confederacy of Dunces dude. And you too, Jane Eyre.). Still, a really good read, and far more entertaining than International Law.
**O.k., I really need to go do homework. Or at least pretend to and lay on the couch and watch t.v.
**The Kid says "That's so cheap" when she thinks something stinks or is dumb. Other generations' slang is so weird.
**I had to go to a symposium today. I hadn't been to one in a while. Man. I'd forgotten how lame they are.
**I have sooooo much homework to do, but I don't feel like doing anything. I need a . . . I was going to say disciplinarian, but that sounds so dirty.
**I found post-its on clearance at Target!!! I love post-its. I wonder if 3M is hiring.
**You know what's awesome? This book. An Arsonist's Guide to Writers' Homes in New England. I liked it quite a bit, even though the protagonist is something of a loser sad-sack, which is normally the one thing I cannot abide (Fuck off, Confederacy of Dunces dude. And you too, Jane Eyre.). Still, a really good read, and far more entertaining than International Law.
**O.k., I really need to go do homework. Or at least pretend to and lay on the couch and watch t.v.
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Homework Interruptus
I'm sitting here, trying to read about property deeds (which I actually usually enjoy - I know, could there be a bigger nerd?) and I'm having a hard time focusing. It's Saturday, the weather's nice (the Kid and I went for a walk this morning and the suburbs looked so pretty!) and I'm inside reading.
I may go outside and sit on the deck and read and get some vitamin D (and UV rays) but I'm afraid I'll sneak out the Calvin & Hobbes book the Kid checked out from the library yesterday and fritter away the day. Mmmmm . . . fritters.
I got my hair cut yesterday. I didn't get the Eve Harrington look, because I forgot to bring the movie cover and my stylist (who is 12, I think) couldn't remember seeing the movie. Ah, kids. I also forgot my $10 off coupon, so that kind of sucked. But I have a cute hair cut, which is the important thing. Next time, I'll remember the video cover.
I read Calvin Trillin's About Alice last night. I love his writing, and I love their life together. I want that life, where they do all sorts of fun, important things and really, truly care about each other. I think, finally, that I'm at the point where I don't hate my husband all the time just because we're married (I'm not a fan of marriage, which is a knee-jerk reaction I'm trying to get over) and I'm actually happy to have someone (him) in my life, supporting me and wanting me to succeed. It's a new and interesting view, but it's sometimes hard to NOT dwell on the fact that the first 9 years of our marriage (and the previous 26 years of my life) were wasted hating something that could, in the right hands, be a good thing.
Am I making sense? Shall I talk about feoffment, instead?
GAH!!!!
I left the cap off my highlighter and look what I did to my arm and my book!!!!
Stupid poetic justice.
I may go outside and sit on the deck and read and get some vitamin D (and UV rays) but I'm afraid I'll sneak out the Calvin & Hobbes book the Kid checked out from the library yesterday and fritter away the day. Mmmmm . . . fritters.
I got my hair cut yesterday. I didn't get the Eve Harrington look, because I forgot to bring the movie cover and my stylist (who is 12, I think) couldn't remember seeing the movie. Ah, kids. I also forgot my $10 off coupon, so that kind of sucked. But I have a cute hair cut, which is the important thing. Next time, I'll remember the video cover.
I read Calvin Trillin's About Alice last night. I love his writing, and I love their life together. I want that life, where they do all sorts of fun, important things and really, truly care about each other. I think, finally, that I'm at the point where I don't hate my husband all the time just because we're married (I'm not a fan of marriage, which is a knee-jerk reaction I'm trying to get over) and I'm actually happy to have someone (him) in my life, supporting me and wanting me to succeed. It's a new and interesting view, but it's sometimes hard to NOT dwell on the fact that the first 9 years of our marriage (and the previous 26 years of my life) were wasted hating something that could, in the right hands, be a good thing.
Am I making sense? Shall I talk about feoffment, instead?
GAH!!!!
I left the cap off my highlighter and look what I did to my arm and my book!!!!
Stupid poetic justice.
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