Friday, October 29, 2004
The Go-Carts Good Points
Well, technically it only has one that I can tell -- so far.
The good news;
The bump on my head from the car accident is gone.
The bad news;
I know have a bump on the other side of my head where I keep banging my noggin into the door frame of the itty-bitty mini car! (and it's really not all that mini -- it's just that I'm used to driving a small cottage on wheels.)
The bad news;
Filling the gas tank for my House-on-wheels costs me a bit of cash.
The good news;
The go-cart eats about half as much gas and cash and takes me just as far.
But! Lest you think I am liking my go-cart...NO! I miss my Big Red. I would be most happy to be driving my SUV over this little death trap any day.
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The good news;
The bump on my head from the car accident is gone.
The bad news;
I know have a bump on the other side of my head where I keep banging my noggin into the door frame of the itty-bitty mini car! (and it's really not all that mini -- it's just that I'm used to driving a small cottage on wheels.)
The bad news;
Filling the gas tank for my House-on-wheels costs me a bit of cash.
The good news;
The go-cart eats about half as much gas and cash and takes me just as far.
But! Lest you think I am liking my go-cart...NO! I miss my Big Red. I would be most happy to be driving my SUV over this little death trap any day.
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Thursday, October 28, 2004
Injury Report
I must report a hockey related injury.
It happened so fast, and so unexpectedly too. I mean, I know that Hockey is a dangerous sport and all and that is why we have complied with the regulations of all the Hockey Associations.
Hockey Boy is padded from head to toe. Yes, the skates are almost steel-toed in their design. And the helmet? Well, we found out last year when his head hit the ice that it really does cushion the old bean because he had no concussion. I don't think that there is any part of his body that isn't covered in some manner with some sort of protective clothing.
However, there is still the potential for a hockey-related injury as I found out this evening. Let me tell you what happened so you too can avoid this potentially dangerous activity. Hockey Boy needed his hockey stick retaped -- something that neither he nor I know how to do. So, we are sitting together on the bench waiting for somebody more skilled than I who would retape Hockey Boy's stick. I am twirling the roll of hockey tape in my fingers. (also something I'm not terribly skilled at...) I am watching the approach to the rink for the first potential re-taper to come along and spying one, I start to peel off the dirty outer layer of tape to prepare it for the hand off. And that is when it happened.
I didn't even feel it happen. My natural anesthetic must have kicked in right away. While peeling the tape, I chipped a nail. I was out of commission for the rest of practice. I would be hampered in my ability to unlace the skates until I could safely cut the hazardous nail. But, being the highly trained athlete's mom that I am, I sucked it up, ignored the snaggy rough edges, and we made it home without further incident.
I am happy to report that the nail has been successfully trimmed and I will not have to miss a single practice.
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It happened so fast, and so unexpectedly too. I mean, I know that Hockey is a dangerous sport and all and that is why we have complied with the regulations of all the Hockey Associations.
Hockey Boy is padded from head to toe. Yes, the skates are almost steel-toed in their design. And the helmet? Well, we found out last year when his head hit the ice that it really does cushion the old bean because he had no concussion. I don't think that there is any part of his body that isn't covered in some manner with some sort of protective clothing.
However, there is still the potential for a hockey-related injury as I found out this evening. Let me tell you what happened so you too can avoid this potentially dangerous activity. Hockey Boy needed his hockey stick retaped -- something that neither he nor I know how to do. So, we are sitting together on the bench waiting for somebody more skilled than I who would retape Hockey Boy's stick. I am twirling the roll of hockey tape in my fingers. (also something I'm not terribly skilled at...) I am watching the approach to the rink for the first potential re-taper to come along and spying one, I start to peel off the dirty outer layer of tape to prepare it for the hand off. And that is when it happened.
I didn't even feel it happen. My natural anesthetic must have kicked in right away. While peeling the tape, I chipped a nail. I was out of commission for the rest of practice. I would be hampered in my ability to unlace the skates until I could safely cut the hazardous nail. But, being the highly trained athlete's mom that I am, I sucked it up, ignored the snaggy rough edges, and we made it home without further incident.
I am happy to report that the nail has been successfully trimmed and I will not have to miss a single practice.
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Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Just a 24 hr bug
I will agree with Ms. Goth (or as my DS calls her, Ms. Scarlet), that one of the symptoms of writer's block seems to be low self-esteem. The little shoulder angels get all in your ears and taunt you...
"neener, neener, neener! And you call yourself a writer! Hah, you can't even write a simple short story! Hah, ha, hah, ha ha-ha!"
It's like when you have a cold and a runny nose as one of the symptoms. But it is the kind of runny nose that just drips and drips and drips and you can't do anything to clear the airways and short of stuffing kleenex up your nostrils there isn't much you can do to keep up with the constant dripping either.
Well, I'm over the writer's block now. And those little shoulder angels can take a flyin leap.
ttfn ~
I'm off to Hell (Dante's Inferno -- World Lit class)
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"neener, neener, neener! And you call yourself a writer! Hah, you can't even write a simple short story! Hah, ha, hah, ha ha-ha!"
It's like when you have a cold and a runny nose as one of the symptoms. But it is the kind of runny nose that just drips and drips and drips and you can't do anything to clear the airways and short of stuffing kleenex up your nostrils there isn't much you can do to keep up with the constant dripping either.
Well, I'm over the writer's block now. And those little shoulder angels can take a flyin leap.
ttfn ~
I'm off to Hell (Dante's Inferno -- World Lit class)
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Monday, October 25, 2004
It's contagious
who knew... writer's block it must be contagious, cuz I think I got it too.
I can not write a thing that makes sense. I am overwhelmed by the quality of the stories I have been reading in my BEGINNING fiction writing class. I am outclassed! I have to distribute my story tomorrow, the one that is still being written, and I am so nervous that I can not get anything to come together.
I can't do this. I like my story so far, but I am getting shakey about having to hand it over to 20 other people, who all write better than I do. I am so nervous that I feel like I am going to throw up. I can't do this.
I wish there were a Pepto-Bismol for writer's block. OH!... wait... maybe there is.
ttfn
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I can not write a thing that makes sense. I am overwhelmed by the quality of the stories I have been reading in my BEGINNING fiction writing class. I am outclassed! I have to distribute my story tomorrow, the one that is still being written, and I am so nervous that I can not get anything to come together.
I can't do this. I like my story so far, but I am getting shakey about having to hand it over to 20 other people, who all write better than I do. I am so nervous that I feel like I am going to throw up. I can't do this.
I wish there were a Pepto-Bismol for writer's block. OH!... wait... maybe there is.
ttfn
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Sunday, October 24, 2004
TWO Close
Well, another close call.
While driving down to Baxter to pick up DS, DD and I witnessed a car hit a truck that was waiting to turn left. We were directly behind the lady driving the car. Something was telling me to pull over on the shoulder so I did and that is when it dawned on me that the lady in front of me was not hitting her brakes and about 3 seconds later she slammed into the back of a Dodge pick-up. She had to have been going at least 55 mph. The guy in the pick-up saw her coming and took his foot off the brake and punched his gas. I think his quick thinking may have saved the lady's life. She was shook up and being given medical treatment but it looked like she was going to be okay. That is about the time the police officer said that my DD and I could leave so that is where my part in the story ends.
Phew! Thank you God.
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While driving down to Baxter to pick up DS, DD and I witnessed a car hit a truck that was waiting to turn left. We were directly behind the lady driving the car. Something was telling me to pull over on the shoulder so I did and that is when it dawned on me that the lady in front of me was not hitting her brakes and about 3 seconds later she slammed into the back of a Dodge pick-up. She had to have been going at least 55 mph. The guy in the pick-up saw her coming and took his foot off the brake and punched his gas. I think his quick thinking may have saved the lady's life. She was shook up and being given medical treatment but it looked like she was going to be okay. That is about the time the police officer said that my DD and I could leave so that is where my part in the story ends.
Phew! Thank you God.
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Down with the old
Up with the new.
Well, the previous "holiday" decorations have been removed from the neighbor's window and now an itty-bitty little jack-o-lantern has replaced them.
The girlfriends are also visiting...hmmm... I wonder if there is a relationship between the change in window decorations and the girlfriends visiting...
Anyway, all this domesticity happened before the DS came home from his weekend and I have avoided a potentially awkward conversation. (PHEW)
{Understanding this post may require research -- within previous postings.}
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Well, the previous "holiday" decorations have been removed from the neighbor's window and now an itty-bitty little jack-o-lantern has replaced them.
The girlfriends are also visiting...hmmm... I wonder if there is a relationship between the change in window decorations and the girlfriends visiting...
Anyway, all this domesticity happened before the DS came home from his weekend and I have avoided a potentially awkward conversation. (PHEW)
{Understanding this post may require research -- within previous postings.}
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Wholesome Fun
Weekends have become a balancing act of catching up on homework and housekeeping with a pinch of fun thrown in for spice.
After spending most of Saturday reading my way into the sixth circle of hell (Dante's Inferno) and then scrubbing my way out of the sixth circle of hell (see Found IT post below) my reward was Chinese for dinner and then bowling with dd and friends.
I really enjoy bowling even though I suck at it. I think what I like most is just being out with friends, laughing and having a good time.
But, now it's back to more homework and housekeeping.
ttfn
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After spending most of Saturday reading my way into the sixth circle of hell (Dante's Inferno) and then scrubbing my way out of the sixth circle of hell (see Found IT post below) my reward was Chinese for dinner and then bowling with dd and friends.
I really enjoy bowling even though I suck at it. I think what I like most is just being out with friends, laughing and having a good time.
But, now it's back to more homework and housekeeping.
ttfn
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Saturday, October 23, 2004
Found IT!!
ACK!!
I cleaned the frig -- remember this? -- anyway, when I say cleaned I mean I tore the frig apart. Every rack and drawer came out and was scrubbed down. Every container was checked for violations and several items were forcibly removed from the premises.
BUT!!
It turns out that the container that said Strawberry Cool Whip on the outside did not actually hold Strawberry Cool Whip on the inside. ACK!! I don't even remember doing that -- putting left-overs in a non-sanctioned, non-approved left-overs container.
I will not even gross you out by telling you what it was but I can hint that this and house guests are said to have the same 3-day welcome period in the home before both will begin to stink. Well, this was pushing 2 months to my best guestimate. I guess on the positive side, Strawberry Cool Whip containers have a very strong seal because we only just started noticing the odor about a week ago.
Ahhh... *breathing fresh kitchen air*
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I cleaned the frig -- remember this? -- anyway, when I say cleaned I mean I tore the frig apart. Every rack and drawer came out and was scrubbed down. Every container was checked for violations and several items were forcibly removed from the premises.
BUT!!
It turns out that the container that said Strawberry Cool Whip on the outside did not actually hold Strawberry Cool Whip on the inside. ACK!! I don't even remember doing that -- putting left-overs in a non-sanctioned, non-approved left-overs container.
I will not even gross you out by telling you what it was but I can hint that this and house guests are said to have the same 3-day welcome period in the home before both will begin to stink. Well, this was pushing 2 months to my best guestimate. I guess on the positive side, Strawberry Cool Whip containers have a very strong seal because we only just started noticing the odor about a week ago.
Ahhh... *breathing fresh kitchen air*
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Thursday, October 21, 2004
I might as well
So, if you have been reading this blog you might remember this post.
Well, since my car is obviously going to need to be repainted, I am seriously considering this at this time. I mean I might as well.
About a week before the accident, I saw a mini van that had Hot-Wheel looking art on it's side, and I figured if they can do that then I can too.
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Well, since my car is obviously going to need to be repainted, I am seriously considering this at this time. I mean I might as well.
About a week before the accident, I saw a mini van that had Hot-Wheel looking art on it's side, and I figured if they can do that then I can too.
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Go-cart/Rental Car
I'm driving a go-cart!
This rental car is so low to the ground, I swear I could roll down the window, put my hand out and file my fingernails on the pavement. Every single car on the road looks like it sits higher than this Sebring I'm driving -- even the Aspire we drove next to yesterday! I had to look UP to see the driver EGAD!
I'm driving a go-cart!
So, I might as well enjoy it. We are getting to zip around a bit more in this car than we can in our Expedition. It is a little hard to whip around corners in an SUV that is slightly larger than the bread box it resembles.
I'm driving a go-cart!
The kids love and hate it at the same time. They don't like sitting in a hole. They can't see out the windows cuz the backseat is slung so low. They miss the DVD player. But, the trunk is so much easier for them to manage than the hatch.
I can not believe that I ever at any time in my life drove an actual car! I have been driving some sort of SUV for nearly 10 years. And if I have been a passenger it has almost always been a truck that I was riding in. I do not think I could ever get used to being this low to the ground again. I hope the car hospital can hurry my car through its recovery process.
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This rental car is so low to the ground, I swear I could roll down the window, put my hand out and file my fingernails on the pavement. Every single car on the road looks like it sits higher than this Sebring I'm driving -- even the Aspire we drove next to yesterday! I had to look UP to see the driver EGAD!
I'm driving a go-cart!
So, I might as well enjoy it. We are getting to zip around a bit more in this car than we can in our Expedition. It is a little hard to whip around corners in an SUV that is slightly larger than the bread box it resembles.
I'm driving a go-cart!
The kids love and hate it at the same time. They don't like sitting in a hole. They can't see out the windows cuz the backseat is slung so low. They miss the DVD player. But, the trunk is so much easier for them to manage than the hatch.
I can not believe that I ever at any time in my life drove an actual car! I have been driving some sort of SUV for nearly 10 years. And if I have been a passenger it has almost always been a truck that I was riding in. I do not think I could ever get used to being this low to the ground again. I hope the car hospital can hurry my car through its recovery process.
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Wednesday, October 20, 2004
One More Thing
She said:
Oooh, this frig stinks!
He heard:
Oooh, let's have fresh steaks!
My son thought we were having steak for dinner last night and exhibited such great disappointment when faced with the reality of boxed mac-n-cheese that we are having steaks for dinner tonight!
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Oooh, this frig stinks!
He heard:
Oooh, let's have fresh steaks!
My son thought we were having steak for dinner last night and exhibited such great disappointment when faced with the reality of boxed mac-n-cheese that we are having steaks for dinner tonight!
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Phew!
Well, I can type today! That is a good sign that maybe the bump on my head has unswelled a little. Yesterday, the words came out backwards or not at all, sometimes an entirely different word would appear on the screen than the one I intended to type. All better now. (my mom's going to freak out when she reads this. I'm really okay mom, I was a little dizzy yesterday but I had "K" with me all day, she carried my backpack to all my classes and kept a sharp eye on me, I promise.)
And the mid-term in World Lit is under my belt! Wahoo! (I probably won't be Wahoo-ing next week when I get my results back. How do you write 3 good essays in 50 minutes? Blah! Instead of 3 pseudo-essays, how 'bout one really good one with quotes and all? Just a thought.)
Let's see, what else can I share?
We (dd and I) went to what I am going to now term "Stitch and Ditch" because I can't use the other rhyming term that this club is really called. In the attempt to make this a legitimate campus sanctioned club I propose "Stitch and Ditch" because the majority of us in attendance were ditching homework to be there. So, we can still call it the other "thing" under the table but that is my nomination for the official club name that we can put on the form. Anyway, dd and I had a great time getting our scarves started. Poor little man, alas the bowling thing fell through, so he was forced to endure the "ditching" along with the stitching. Ha, ha, I just realized that to a dyslexic that "ditching" would possibly result in the real name of the club.
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And the mid-term in World Lit is under my belt! Wahoo! (I probably won't be Wahoo-ing next week when I get my results back. How do you write 3 good essays in 50 minutes? Blah! Instead of 3 pseudo-essays, how 'bout one really good one with quotes and all? Just a thought.)
Let's see, what else can I share?
We (dd and I) went to what I am going to now term "Stitch and Ditch" because I can't use the other rhyming term that this club is really called. In the attempt to make this a legitimate campus sanctioned club I propose "Stitch and Ditch" because the majority of us in attendance were ditching homework to be there. So, we can still call it the other "thing" under the table but that is my nomination for the official club name that we can put on the form. Anyway, dd and I had a great time getting our scarves started. Poor little man, alas the bowling thing fell through, so he was forced to endure the "ditching" along with the stitching. Ha, ha, I just realized that to a dyslexic that "ditching" would possibly result in the real name of the club.
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Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Yesterday
On MY To-Do List:
Go to World Lit to 1600 (check)
Go to daughter's class and read
Go home and finish laundry
Make soup for dinner
Pick up kids from school (check-eventually)
Write a couple of papers for classes
Take son to Hockey (check)
On God's To-Do List:
Take an ambulance ride (check)
Get a CAT scan of head (check)
Get a CAT scan of chest cavity (check)
Get X-ray of chest, neck and spine (check)
Get an EKG (check)
Pick up kids in rental car (check)
Take son to hockey (check)
Have left-overs for dinner (check)
I wonder what today is going to bring?
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Go to World Lit to 1600 (check)
Go to daughter's class and read
Go home and finish laundry
Make soup for dinner
Pick up kids from school (check-eventually)
Write a couple of papers for classes
Take son to Hockey (check)
On God's To-Do List:
Take an ambulance ride (check)
Get a CAT scan of head (check)
Get a CAT scan of chest cavity (check)
Get X-ray of chest, neck and spine (check)
Get an EKG (check)
Pick up kids in rental car (check)
Take son to hockey (check)
Have left-overs for dinner (check)
I wonder what today is going to bring?
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Monday, October 18, 2004
Tidbits
So, I survived the dd's birthday party sleep over. We went to a local hotel that has a totally awesome pool which was the hit of the party. Nothing of note happened that stands out to me and I guess that is a good thing. That means that all 6 girls got along without any petty cliquey-ness. The pizza was terrific and the breakfast buffet in the morning was perfect.
Hockey camp II started for the little man yesterday. I am so relieved. He so needs this outlet for his pent up physical energy.
Tomorrow night is the first knitting lesson for dd and me. DS says that he wants to go bowling with the guys so I will have to double check on that offer, see if it's still on the table. I have to snicker at ds's decision. I could tell he was weighing his options -- hmmm, go knitting with a bunch of talkative females -- OR -- bowling with the guys... Hmmm... yah, bowling it is!
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Hockey camp II started for the little man yesterday. I am so relieved. He so needs this outlet for his pent up physical energy.
Tomorrow night is the first knitting lesson for dd and me. DS says that he wants to go bowling with the guys so I will have to double check on that offer, see if it's still on the table. I have to snicker at ds's decision. I could tell he was weighing his options -- hmmm, go knitting with a bunch of talkative females -- OR -- bowling with the guys... Hmmm... yah, bowling it is!
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Wednesday, October 13, 2004
Spa Day
This is how cool my kids really are. I'm tellin' you this was totally awesome.
Yesterday was a huge day of stress-dumping. After making the decision to withdraw fromHell "that class" I went through several hours of decompressing. As we were winding down for the day, I told the kids that I needed someone to baby me. Not really asking, I was just stating what I felt.
About one minute later my son is scooching me around on the couch and getting my feet propped up and then he is ... BRUSHING my HAIR! OHH! If I could purr I would. Man that was great. Unfortunately that is also about the time that I noticed the clock and I realized that if I hurried I would be able to get to the bank before it closed and I couldn't put this errand off for another day.
So, I Thanked my son. (Sometimes I wish there were a more encompassing word than Thank you because sometimes a simple Thank you sounds to shallow for the depth of gratitude I really am experiencing). Then I told the kidlets I would be right back after I had run a couple of quick errands and we would start cooking dinner together.
Well, when I came back my kidlets ushered me into the bathroom which they had completely transformed into a day spa complete with magazines to read and everything. They washed my hair and put conditioner in it. Then they combed it out and put it in rollers (the kind that give you the spiral curls -- girls you know what I mean). Next my daughter redid my makeup while my son dried my hair with the blow dryer. And then they took the rollers out and put it in a style (and it was a good one too!). They must have worked on my make over for about an hour. I felt so relaxed and totally babied.
I love my kids.
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Yesterday was a huge day of stress-dumping. After making the decision to withdraw from
About one minute later my son is scooching me around on the couch and getting my feet propped up and then he is ... BRUSHING my HAIR! OHH! If I could purr I would. Man that was great. Unfortunately that is also about the time that I noticed the clock and I realized that if I hurried I would be able to get to the bank before it closed and I couldn't put this errand off for another day.
So, I Thanked my son. (Sometimes I wish there were a more encompassing word than Thank you because sometimes a simple Thank you sounds to shallow for the depth of gratitude I really am experiencing). Then I told the kidlets I would be right back after I had run a couple of quick errands and we would start cooking dinner together.
Well, when I came back my kidlets ushered me into the bathroom which they had completely transformed into a day spa complete with magazines to read and everything. They washed my hair and put conditioner in it. Then they combed it out and put it in rollers (the kind that give you the spiral curls -- girls you know what I mean). Next my daughter redid my makeup while my son dried my hair with the blow dryer. And then they took the rollers out and put it in a style (and it was a good one too!). They must have worked on my make over for about an hour. I felt so relaxed and totally babied.
I love my kids.
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Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Second Time Just as Fulfilling
So here is the deal-ie-Oh!
I did it again!
I did it for the first time in the Spring of 2004 and it was great!
So, and I really truly doubt that I will be spilling any thing here by saying that, it was just as great this time too!
I dropped another class! And get this it was the same professor as the last time...hmmm. I know I'm not a rocket science major or anything but even my 3rd grader could identify the common denominator.
Fact) I've only dropped two classes, ever! in all of my academic endeavors.
Fact) The same professor was teaching both classes!
Fact) I've never had any clashes with any of my other professors
Fact) I get good grades in all of my other classes.
Silly me, but I tend to get a little tense and stressed out when we are asked to write a couple of paragraphs in response to a 15 page essay that WAS NEVER ASSIGNED as part of the syllabus! Or maybe it was the request to define something that had never been discussed in any of the lectures or readings. Oh wait, I know, how about speculating as to the responses that two men whom I've never met, would have towards each other if they should ever have met! EGAD!
Or maybe it was the ole bait and switch that was pulled last semester when we were told that the assigned text book was no good and that we would all be able to reference the alternative text book which would be conveniently on hold at the library for us. But we would not be able to check out -- but that was supposed to be okay though because we were supposedly not going to be using that text as our main source and yet low and behold it WAS THE ONLY TEXT BOOK USED! and so being the single mother living off campus that I am I was ever so thrilled to find out that somehow between my classes and cooking dinner and helping my kids with their homework and doing my own I was going to now have to spend anywhere from 4-6 hours in the library trying to access one of three copies of the NEW text book available to all 15 of us students. OH YEAH!! That's convenient!
I'm sorry but both of my parents are teachers and if they ever tried to run their classrooms like this there would be a conference between the parents and the principal of the school. Also, growing up around teachers, I have a pretty good idea of what characteristics are present in the good ones. And here is the binary pairing complete with it's hierarchy... good teacher/bad teacher.
Ah! Thanks I feel better now.
Anywhooo ~ to make the shortest story long (I am currently taking creative non-fiction) I dropped! Yeah for me.
P.S. Jamie~ I don't know if you missed anything today because I wasn't there and won't be again this semester anyway and if I'm lucky I will get to work out an independent study program for this course because evidently I'm not the only one who has had problems learning from this instructor.
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I did it again!
I did it for the first time in the Spring of 2004 and it was great!
So, and I really truly doubt that I will be spilling any thing here by saying that, it was just as great this time too!
I dropped another class! And get this it was the same professor as the last time...hmmm. I know I'm not a rocket science major or anything but even my 3rd grader could identify the common denominator.
Fact) I've only dropped two classes, ever! in all of my academic endeavors.
Fact) The same professor was teaching both classes!
Fact) I've never had any clashes with any of my other professors
Fact) I get good grades in all of my other classes.
Silly me, but I tend to get a little tense and stressed out when we are asked to write a couple of paragraphs in response to a 15 page essay that WAS NEVER ASSIGNED as part of the syllabus! Or maybe it was the request to define something that had never been discussed in any of the lectures or readings. Oh wait, I know, how about speculating as to the responses that two men whom I've never met, would have towards each other if they should ever have met! EGAD!
Or maybe it was the ole bait and switch that was pulled last semester when we were told that the assigned text book was no good and that we would all be able to reference the alternative text book which would be conveniently on hold at the library for us. But we would not be able to check out -- but that was supposed to be okay though because we were supposedly not going to be using that text as our main source and yet low and behold it WAS THE ONLY TEXT BOOK USED! and so being the single mother living off campus that I am I was ever so thrilled to find out that somehow between my classes and cooking dinner and helping my kids with their homework and doing my own I was going to now have to spend anywhere from 4-6 hours in the library trying to access one of three copies of the NEW text book available to all 15 of us students. OH YEAH!! That's convenient!
I'm sorry but both of my parents are teachers and if they ever tried to run their classrooms like this there would be a conference between the parents and the principal of the school. Also, growing up around teachers, I have a pretty good idea of what characteristics are present in the good ones. And here is the binary pairing complete with it's hierarchy... good teacher/bad teacher.
Ah! Thanks I feel better now.
Anywhooo ~ to make the shortest story long (I am currently taking creative non-fiction) I dropped! Yeah for me.
P.S. Jamie~ I don't know if you missed anything today because I wasn't there and won't be again this semester anyway and if I'm lucky I will get to work out an independent study program for this course because evidently I'm not the only one who has had problems learning from this instructor.
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Saturday, October 09, 2004
I am being so good right now. I am almost caught up on the mound of reading assignments from World Lit to 1600 (formerly known as World Lit One). Even course labels must be politically correct now-a-days and not show any predujices through some hierarchy of numerical supremecy by alluding through numbering this period of literature as "one" that it is somehow superior to the former Literary Canon of World Lit Two.
~K~ Whatever.
Anywhooo...
So, I'm being good right now so that I can go out later tonight and be not-as-good. Anyone hungry for a burger at Slim's? And maybe a game of pool? Please, for the safety of the patrons at Slim's -- no darts! Not because I don't like the game of darts, but because I CAN NOT throw a dart with any proficiency whatsoever! It can be rather dangerous for anyone (and I do mean anyone) in the bar because there is no telling where a dart leaving my hand will actually land. (We all have our weaknesses right?!)
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~K~ Whatever.
Anywhooo...
So, I'm being good right now so that I can go out later tonight and be not-as-good. Anyone hungry for a burger at Slim's? And maybe a game of pool? Please, for the safety of the patrons at Slim's -- no darts! Not because I don't like the game of darts, but because I CAN NOT throw a dart with any proficiency whatsoever! It can be rather dangerous for anyone (and I do mean anyone) in the bar because there is no telling where a dart leaving my hand will actually land. (We all have our weaknesses right?!)
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Friday, October 08, 2004
Fun and Games
so on a happier note....
Yah know what I discovered this week? the new roadway that is being put in to connect my neighborhood to Anne street (that will only make sense to you if you live in Bemidji -- so whatever) Anyway, this roadway has been partially paved and partially dirt (complete with bumpy fun ruts for a brief snippet of off-roading) but now they are putting in sewers down the middle of the paved part. they tore up the road in little squares every 50 yards or so just to repave around the new sewer covers and now there are little orange cones warning us to avoid these newly paved areas. ARe you With ME? (*mischievous grin*) I have been slalom driving all week!! (and i have deftly missed every cone thank you very much including the two that are close together at the end of the pavement! WAHOO!) Oh yes, We'll be taking the back way out of the neighborhood until they tell me not to, or the fun goes away.
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Yah know what I discovered this week? the new roadway that is being put in to connect my neighborhood to Anne street (that will only make sense to you if you live in Bemidji -- so whatever) Anyway, this roadway has been partially paved and partially dirt (complete with bumpy fun ruts for a brief snippet of off-roading) but now they are putting in sewers down the middle of the paved part. they tore up the road in little squares every 50 yards or so just to repave around the new sewer covers and now there are little orange cones warning us to avoid these newly paved areas. ARe you With ME? (*mischievous grin*) I have been slalom driving all week!! (and i have deftly missed every cone thank you very much including the two that are close together at the end of the pavement! WAHOO!) Oh yes, We'll be taking the back way out of the neighborhood until they tell me not to, or the fun goes away.
I must thank "you" for showning me how to enjoy these simple little pleasures that pop up in an otherwise routine day.
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Bye-Bye Baby Bye-Bye
alright! i'll admit it! i've been in a funk since monday!
BlAh!
but this is really normal i guess. at least that's what they told me. and this IS my first time with this experience so give me a break. i've never had to say good bye like this before. i truly thought i would handle it better. i mean it's not like we won't be reunited again in about 6 months (hopefully sooner). hell, i even handled sending my kids off for a couple of weeks this summer better than i'm handling this. of course my kids have a cell phone so i could talk to them daily and reassure myself that all was going well, they were being fed and such. maybe that is what is adding to my anxiety, she's so young, so vulnerable and she can't even tell me if they are treating her well. i don't even really know where she is so i can't even go check up on her just to reassure myself that her conditions are befitting her worth (to me). they told me they would protect her and that she would be well cared for all winter.
this is going to be the longest winter. the lake hasn't even started to freeze and though i love to ice fish i am already looking forward to the spring thaw when i can get mybaby boat back.
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BlAh!
but this is really normal i guess. at least that's what they told me. and this IS my first time with this experience so give me a break. i've never had to say good bye like this before. i truly thought i would handle it better. i mean it's not like we won't be reunited again in about 6 months (hopefully sooner). hell, i even handled sending my kids off for a couple of weeks this summer better than i'm handling this. of course my kids have a cell phone so i could talk to them daily and reassure myself that all was going well, they were being fed and such. maybe that is what is adding to my anxiety, she's so young, so vulnerable and she can't even tell me if they are treating her well. i don't even really know where she is so i can't even go check up on her just to reassure myself that her conditions are befitting her worth (to me). they told me they would protect her and that she would be well cared for all winter.
this is going to be the longest winter. the lake hasn't even started to freeze and though i love to ice fish i am already looking forward to the spring thaw when i can get my
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