tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63296892011-04-21T15:45:18.019-05:00bizefingers"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." Dr. Seussbizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comBlogger2381100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1169734426477230672007-01-25T07:52:00.000-06:002007-01-25T08:20:00.576-06:00The BitchEverybody knows one. She is that one person who is relatively nice until she isn't, then she goes into full bitch mode and has absolutely no problem telling people off or putting someone in their place (whether deserved or undeserved).She has had a bad day and then something happens and it flips her switch and woe to the one person who is in her sights. Cursing and cutting remarks fly leaving bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1169567841593233502007-01-23T09:41:00.000-06:002007-01-23T12:53:50.020-06:00A Good ThingI'm back after a very long hiatus. I needed to just stop for a while. I didn't feel like I had anything to say. Maybe I still don't have anything to say but the motivation to write has returned. That well was dry for a very long time after some very discouraging events and some other challenges.Having a public blog raises questions and concerns. I like the ability to write in this format but I ambizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1169222009477538852007-01-19T09:48:00.000-06:002007-01-19T09:53:46.766-06:00Puffs Plus v. GenericI prefer the Puffs Plus but then again I am a conventional tissue user. (Enough said)Hockey Dog on the other hand...I don't think she cares what brand she is eating!Other items on her preferred list:Deer poopLegosNerf dartsPillow stuffingCupcake paperschocolate (I know, it's bad for her. You tell her!)shoes (she doesn't really eat these, mostly just tastes them)Plastic ice-cream bucketscardboard bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1169129250551595032007-01-18T07:57:00.000-06:002007-01-19T09:56:03.593-06:00I tell the truthI find it easier to tell the truth than to keep track of lies.I really don't know how people do it. I have several friends that tell little lies daily just to get by. I've noticed that their lives are very stress-filled. I am baffled about the lies that they tell. They don't really need to lie but they do because they think the person they are talking to will not react well to the truth. Like bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1168547494524759002007-01-11T14:25:00.000-06:002007-01-11T14:31:34.536-06:00Does anybody ever apologize any more?bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1166556463721246622006-12-19T13:22:00.000-06:002006-12-19T13:27:43.733-06:00What?No White Christmas!Outrageous. How can it be possible in northern Minnesota but if we don't get some snow falling in the next 6 days we are going to be looking at a Semi-White Christmas.We have been experiencing unseasonably warm temperatures this fall. Usually by this time of year we have a good solid base of snow that will not melt until late March or early April. However, the skiff of fluffbizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1166287935441645872006-12-16T10:37:00.000-06:002006-12-16T10:52:15.456-06:00It has been a long time since my last post and I'm not sure of what to say.I am a little rusty so my theory is to get a post out there and prime the creative pump.My kids have been bringing home a lot of information on bullying. The schools seem to be really cracking down on what a bully does and how to respond to a situation in which you are being bullied.What I find so interesting is not how abizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1106286221275390772005-01-20T23:20:00.000-06:002005-01-20T23:43:41.276-06:00More is Caught than TaughtInteresting conversations often happen during bedtime prayers. The ice breaker is often times a one-sentence prayer uttered by one of my children that reveals the content of their hearts, either desires or fears.
This evening it was the simple prayer of my son that revealed that some scars remain.
His prayer:
"Please God, can I not have any nightmares tonight about the house catching on fire."bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1106109353204901242005-01-18T22:34:00.000-06:002005-01-18T22:35:53.203-06:00Midsummer in Winter"Lord, what fools these mortals be!"
bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1105977064145088512005-01-17T09:39:00.000-06:002005-01-17T09:51:04.146-06:00It's been one week since you looked at me...
That is because of life. I am very busy, and most of it is a good busy -- fun with friends kind of busy.
We had another hockey weekend. That won't change anytime soon. Although this was not supposed to be a hockey weekend for us, but thankfully it was.
It was -35 this morning when I drove the kids to school. I am amazed that I live in a place that bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1105366573454661462005-01-10T08:03:00.000-06:002005-01-10T08:16:13.453-06:00EightEight hockey games this weekend.
Hockey Boy had one game.
And several of our friends had a tournament this weekend, so we spent most of Saturday and Sunday cheering them on.
But the highlight for Hockey Boy was Friday night's Skate With the Beavers. After the BSU men's game against Air Force (BSU won), Hockey Boy got to skate with the team. This is an annual event for all of the youth in bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1104899281549372512005-01-04T22:17:00.000-06:002005-01-04T23:10:05.693-06:00FLIPPEDI just read this book and I am impressed.
The female lead is fabulous and strong. She has a crush on her neighbor for the longest time until she finally realizes that he hasn't really any substance to back up his good looks. She loses interest in him when she evaluates his past behavior and concludes that he has not been a good friend to her. She drops him like any strong, self-respecting femalebizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1104627368072438022005-01-01T18:48:00.000-06:002005-01-01T18:57:15.356-06:00All Shook UpWe have been living in a Bemidji-sized snow globe today. (Actually, I think it is encompassing more than just Bemidji).
It started snowing early this morning and it hasn't stopped.
Having no place we have to go, we are able to safely enjoy our winter storm.
Not only is it very beautiful, but it is just what the kidlets need to enlarge the snow forts that are taking shape in our yard -- one on bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1104625765121777772005-01-01T18:00:00.000-06:002005-01-01T18:29:25.120-06:00On Thursday, we went to Little Bemidji, the kids and I, with her and her sons.
We met some nice people out there, some very generous fishermen who helped us detangle our fishing line (more than once), and others who relit our heater. We also found out we were fishing by a friend, though we didn't know it for about an hour.
Thanks to this great business we had the nicest icehouses to fish out ofbizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1104183419359383262004-12-27T15:31:00.000-06:002004-12-27T15:36:59.360-06:00TomorrowTheir laughter ricochets off the walls and revolves with the heartbeats of the two little ones that trail an iridescent everchanging wake behind them, like a living Kaleidescope.
My babies come home tomorrow.
bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1104112063221543302004-12-26T19:44:00.000-06:002004-12-26T19:54:49.216-06:00My CondolencesI finally remembered that it was Sunday, Football games. So I turned on the TV only to hear the sad news that this player had died unexpectedly.
What a shock.
I feel just sick for his family. If the cause of death was truly related to sleep apnea I wonder if it couldn't have been prevented.
bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1104102119227483992004-12-26T16:46:00.000-06:002004-12-26T17:01:59.226-06:00Boy it got quiet around here. But that happens when the chicklets leave.
Fortunately, I have about 27 books I want to read and quiet is a good thing right now.
I have a fridge full of yummy treats and some healthy ones too. There is plenty of coffee and creamer. And the mess from our Christmas has been somewhat squashed down to a managable level so I should be able to ignore that nagging bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1103876757628118782004-12-24T02:12:00.000-06:002004-12-24T02:25:57.626-06:00Happy Boxing DayI did something this year that I have never done before, I waited until the last minute to shop.
With finals, and all, going right up until two days ago, I did not have any time to shop or get ready for Christmas. So, there I was trudging up and down the aisles surrounded by dozens of other shoppers, mostly male, doing the same thing.
I must admit that there was a certain element of adrenalinebizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1103823582002491082004-12-23T11:34:00.000-06:002004-12-23T13:54:05.390-06:00Maybe Because It's Christmas...I don't know, but I had a strange dream last night.
My heart was pounding in fear when a man who threatened me last year (the brother of someone I used to know), sat down on an ottoman in front of the chair I was sitting on. I told him that he scared me, and that my heart was racing, but he said that he was sorry for threatening me last year. So, I told him that I was sorry that things had bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1103823089599961092004-12-23T11:23:00.000-06:002004-12-23T11:31:29.600-06:00Tomorrow is Christmas!..for us!
Mostly because I can't wait!
I am so excited to see Hockey Boy's face when he opens his gifts. And I know that he is going to want to play with his new stuff. And I am going to want to play with his new stuff.
Darling Daughter already knows what she is getting because she wants clothes and the only way I can do that is to take her shopping, have her try on stuff and then put it bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1103822563296317202004-12-23T11:12:00.000-06:002004-12-23T11:22:43.296-06:0011th Hourwow...
I am not entirely surprised, especially after the sleep I didn't get the night before -- I was up studying until 12:45 a.m. on Tuesday night (technically Wednesday morning) for my 8:00 a.m. Wednesday morning World Lit Final. I woke up at 3:30 a.m. on Wednesday morning to finish studying so *does math in head* that was less than 3 hours of sleep. Instead of being able to go home and nap, Ibizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1103681126885153032004-12-21T19:23:00.000-06:002004-12-21T20:05:26.886-06:00Final PushOne final down, one to go. I am so not ready to take this test. But, just like childbirth, all finals come and go, and eventually you forget the pain involved.
Each semester has been like being pregnant and eventually giving birth to a bundle of credits. There are highs and lows. There are days that things go well and there are days that exhaust you for no apparent reason. There are headaches bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1103345221167852112004-12-17T22:44:00.000-06:002004-12-17T22:47:01.166-06:00*Note*If you're riding with me tomorrow morning, and you know who you are, dress in very, very warm gear.
bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1103344539050016402004-12-17T22:33:00.000-06:002004-12-17T22:35:39.050-06:00It is a good weekend to be Hockey Boy~
Today, he got his hockey ride back -- WITH FLAMES!
Tonight, he got to ride on the Zamboni.
Tomorrow, his first game as a goalie.
Yep, it is good to be Hockey Boy.
bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1103204132370425472004-12-16T07:32:00.000-06:002004-12-16T07:35:32.370-06:00A Little SomethingGood Morning.
Last night I had an angel stop at my front door.
I was handed 3 envelopes and each contained a very nice surprise.
Somebody, who shall remain nameless, made not only my day but did so for both of my children as well.
If this blog was still active I would post this there.
bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1103150833670194692004-12-15T16:38:00.000-06:002004-12-15T16:47:13.670-06:00I am done. Except for one tiny little project to do that I can finish tomorrow, I have two finals and then the semester from the center of Hell is over!
The shorter Winter Break hardly seems like it is going to be enough time to rekindle me after this serious bout of burn-out.
Right now, all I want to do is go back to doing the things I know I am good at, the things I know how to do, the bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1103150318780137612004-12-15T16:37:00.000-06:002004-12-15T16:38:38.780-06:00No flames yet.
Maybe tomorrow.
Just got a message from the shop and they say it might be done by tomorrow. But, then again, we've been here before.
And so we wait.
bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1102979837299392042004-12-13T17:16:00.000-06:002004-12-13T17:17:17.300-06:00Hockey Boy is on cloud nine!
Hockey Boy gets to be goalie this week!
bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1102873345507000972004-12-12T11:24:00.000-06:002004-12-12T11:42:25.506-06:00It's Not Just MeThere seems to be a unanimous feeling among every college student that I have talked to; this semester has been the hardest by far, of any of the previous semesters that we have all survived. No one can contribute any sort of hypothesis as to why this may be so, but without exception everyone has said that getting through this semester has been a bigger battle than most.
* * * * *
When I bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1102825165115692812004-12-11T22:07:00.000-06:002004-12-11T22:19:25.116-06:00What a wonderful day we had.
We went to watch a Squirt level hockey game. The team we were rooting for lost 9 to 6 but our friend scored a goal for his team!
Then we went to a friend's house to study and make homemade cookies. I had probably the best cup of tea that I think I have ever had -- almost good enough to make me switch from coffee. (And that is saying a lot from a devoted coffee bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1102605203148616432004-12-09T08:38:00.000-06:002004-12-09T09:13:23.146-06:00Burning DesireDo you remember this?
Well, apparently my son has a red phone to God because in just one day -- as in tomorrow -- he will have the desire of his heart fulfilled.
Actually to tell you the truth, I am very excited about this too. It has been years in the waiting. And while it may appear to be a typical midlife crisis, there is no essence of crisis involved and I have never been typical. But to bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1102517313242379822004-12-08T08:48:00.000-06:002004-12-08T08:55:53.810-06:00Taking My First "I"I went to my advisor yesterday afternoon, who also happens to be one of my professors this sememster. I wore knee pads (not really) fully expecting to have to do some serious groveling regarding the 4 five-page essays that are over due -- not to mention the other 2 one-page reviews that fall into that same category. But I was overwhelmed instead by a wave of compassion from this one-time bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1102365811903822992004-12-06T14:34:00.000-06:002004-12-06T14:43:31.903-06:00Little BemidjiI'm watching the lake. It is starting to freeze around the edges. A couple of days ago it looked like it had frozen over, but then it warmed up and I could see that there was still open water in the middle.
But, as I drive around town I am slightly amused by the appearance of all the little houses in people's driveways. I noticed it about two, maybe three weeks ago -- the sighting of one shack bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1101938369621166232004-12-01T15:20:00.000-06:002004-12-01T16:02:35.293-06:00Making My DayYesterday was Mother/Son Day in my world.
My son hung out with me all day. This was not like the National Take-Your-Daughter-To-Work Day. This was more like Take-Your-Sick-Son-With-You-To-School-Day.
In a perfect world, I would have stayed home, fussing over my very ill son. I would have made him hot chicken noodle soup, cocoa and toast. I would have tucked him into warm blankets and propped bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1101818839609002922004-11-30T06:40:00.000-06:002004-11-30T06:49:02.120-06:00Did you know...That when you're eight, wind chill sounds like wind shield?
So instead of wanting to know what the wind chill factor is, my son often asks what the wind shield factor is, which makes me think that there must be some ratio chart out of Detroit that I don't know about -- for just a second -- before I remember to translate.
It's a plausible assumption, this unknown wind shield factor, the boy bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1101697366922264822004-11-28T21:01:00.000-06:002004-11-28T21:02:46.936-06:00guess what, Guess What, GUESS WHAT!
My flames are going to be taped out either tomorrow or Tuesday!
Soon, very soon!
bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1101686165113664872004-11-28T17:54:00.000-06:002004-11-28T17:56:05.113-06:00That's BetterI took a break to do some aerobics.
I am feeling much better now and I am no longer annoying anybody. And most important, I can sit still at my computer. It is so much easier to type when you are sitting still.
bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1101675993268796962004-11-28T14:54:00.000-06:002004-11-28T15:09:34.476-06:00I am starting to feel really antsy.
Way back when I was about six, I remember sitting in church and violently swinging my little legs, watching my white patten-leather shoes appear and disappear under the pew. I remember feeling like I had something crawling up and down my back and threatening to burst out of my mouth in the form of a scream, usually when the congregation was quietly listening bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1101675234360007132004-11-28T14:51:00.000-06:002004-11-28T14:53:54.360-06:00I almost forgot.
The video games were fun -- for the kids.
I never got anywhere near them.
So I still don't know how to play any video games.
bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1101668988130405042004-11-28T13:57:00.000-06:002004-11-28T13:10:38.470-06:00Despite spending countless hours writing this weekend, I am miles away from being done.
Still to come:
For Intro to Creative Fiction
A second 8-10 page fiction story (due on Tuesday)
A fictional scene about a non-morning person (severly over-due)
For Intro to Creative Non-Fiction
FOUR essays, each a minimum of three pages (technically, over-due but Due by Dec. 7th)
one reading response to an bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1101531149473117942004-11-26T22:44:00.000-06:002004-11-26T22:52:29.473-06:00Make it go awayI am sick of school. No, that is not entirely accurate. I am sick of having too much homework and always being stressfully behind schedule.
I don't even remember what it feels like to write from the sheer delight of putting words together to form the literary representation of the physical world that inspires me. This is happening far too often any more.
I think that going to school to be abizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1101530232980953052004-11-26T22:30:00.000-06:002004-11-26T22:37:12.980-06:00Too SlowWell, we had great plans but we were too slow and our festive neighbors beat us to the punch. The kids wanted to put lights on the tree in our communal yard but before we could get out there, the neighbors added to their decorations by lighting the tree we "share" and adding two lit candy canes on either side of the toy soldier that stands on guard by the tree.
The kids were so disappointed, bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1101485154884488542004-11-26T09:59:00.000-06:002004-11-26T10:05:54.883-06:00The Elves are BusyI have been sequestered in my bedroom tackling the mound of writing assignments that threaten to crash over me like an avalanche. But, I wandered out into the kitchen to pour more coffee and what do I see? It is only 10:00 a.m. and already the tree is up and the train is circling the base.
The elves are busy. They are being frightfully cooperative too.
bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1101347235020890602004-11-24T19:27:00.000-06:002004-11-24T19:47:15.020-06:00Let the Games BeginI can hardly wait.
I am getting my first video game lessons tomorrow.
More later.
bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1101345917004639112004-11-24T19:20:00.000-06:002004-11-24T19:27:30.806-06:00Multiple OsAh yes, I forgot that I have this really super cool recipe card that I bought last year at the liquor store, until tonight. Anyway, the drink de nuit;
"Orgasm"
MMmmm
Gonna go make me another.
ttfn
PS -- Two words -- Vanilla Vodka!!!
bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1101274871390144442004-11-23T23:39:00.000-06:002004-11-23T23:41:11.390-06:00Still aliveOur fish are still alive... all three of them. I can hardly believe it. So I thought I would document this date by posting our fish-keeping success.
bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1101274787180498602004-11-23T23:34:00.000-06:002004-11-23T23:39:47.180-06:00I lost itHave you ever had one of those moments when something silly happened and in normal circumstances it would have warranted a good laugh but when it happens in a place where noise of any kind -- say a college library, for example -- is abhorred then the regular laughter turns into an uncontrollable giggle spasm!
UGH... sorry for laughing at you, I hope it wasn't really "at" but "with."
And that bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1101176322016736832004-11-22T20:07:00.000-06:002004-11-22T20:18:42.016-06:00Went a kidnappin this weekend!
Haven't done that in ages and ages. I had forgotten how fun it was.
I must say, though, in all my kidnapping experience I have never once encountered a victim who did not put up some sort of attempt to arbitrate for reason to prevail, be it ever so sheer, until now!
We walked into her room, walked right in! No breaking down the doors, noooo the door was wide openbizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1100919372143108282004-11-19T20:45:00.000-06:002004-11-19T20:56:12.143-06:00The beauty of quietwhat to do?
What to do?
WHAT to do?
for the first time in 2 months, both kidlets went down to the cities to visit their father.
I am alone.
AAAHhhh...
My To-Do list: (in no particular order)
I will sleep in late
I will do homework
I will go see "The Incredibles" (Woohoo, can't wait!)
I will drink hot cocoa (it snowed today)
I will read some Japenese literature (goes along with bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1100915763935094662004-11-19T19:46:00.000-06:002004-11-19T19:58:44.190-06:00No Flames YetWell, the phone has been remarkably quiet. I am choosing to take this as a good sign that the mechanics putting my car back together are soooo incredibly busy restoring my baby back to its original shape that they can not take the time to call me and give me a status report.
I am pretty sure that the body shop will call when they drag the crumpled mess over from the mechanics to let me know bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1100755257249936382004-11-17T23:01:00.000-06:002004-11-17T23:23:12.256-06:00Strangely Grateful for what I don't haveTonight was spent celebrating her birthday with friends. We had a good time eating, playing Twister, and talking.
At one point, Alicia shared the story of how Nate proposed to her. I love hearing about this special time in people's lives.
The closest I've ever come to a proposal, was last Christmas when a friend of a friend asked his girlfriend to marry him. It was the a perfect proposal for bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1100670167598551472004-11-16T23:42:00.000-06:002004-11-16T23:51:47.706-06:00Surprise! Surprise!It is beginning to look a lot like Christmas around here. Well, if you are looking out my front window that is.
I was really surprised to see that the neighbors -- the car-racing, football-playing, bachelor neighbors, had put up Christmas decorations; lights on the eaves, a four foot tall illuminated Santa, and two tin Soldiers (also illuminated).
It looks wonderful. I can't wait to get bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1100656245501704602004-11-16T19:36:00.000-06:002004-11-16T19:50:45.503-06:00Sometimes little isn't littleI had one of those "little" things happen today that really wasn't so little.
It was one of those things that made my day and yet I don't know if it's a big enough event to post it here, so I'm going to post it here.
I'm not even sure I will do it justice because it really happened so fast, and I'm not sure that anyone really witnessed it. Even if there were witnesses, they would most likely bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1100453668068478682004-11-14T11:22:00.000-06:002004-11-14T11:34:28.066-06:00All's Quiet on the Western FrontI mean reeeally! How am I supposed to concentrate??!!
I am sitting here at my computer trying to write more than 5 comprehensive sentences in response to each of the short stories my class mates have written but all I can hear are the trigger mechanisms for unidentified nerf weapons being fired in my living room which are then followed by assorted versions of this dialogue:
"Did that hurt?"
"bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1100449709238936682004-11-14T10:10:00.000-06:002004-11-14T10:28:29.240-06:00Mastering In AATI wish I could amass credit(s) for Advanced Avoidance Techniques. I seem to be mastering that skill in relationship to the mound of homework that sits on my desk. I have enough homework back-logged to choke a dinosaur but I have not taken one bite out of it. Instead, I have been pretending like I have a real weekend with no extenuating work load. I have taken the kids out to hockey games, we havebizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1100135359058067762004-11-10T19:00:00.000-06:002004-11-10T19:09:19.056-06:00Initial Report of Hockey Mom Out For Season Highly ExaggeratedSo, here is what happened though.
I thought it was going to end up being much worse but so far nothing is turning purple that I can tell and even if it does, I can hide that with makeup.
On Monday night, we were running late for hockey practice so the last minute dress-down in the locker room taking place at a much more frenetic pace than usual. So Hockey Boy is trying to shove his foot down bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1100134760966665492004-11-10T18:52:00.000-06:002004-11-10T18:59:20.966-06:00Fargo... is not worth the drive.
Fargo is not a very pretty city. The last time I was in Fargo was nearly four and a half years ago and that was only to stay over night as we were passing through so, I really didn't get to see much of it at that time.
But this last weekend, the DD and I went on a road trip to Fargo so we could use her Limited Too coupons and gift cards up before they expired. bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1099979895969255032004-11-08T23:50:00.000-06:002004-11-08T23:58:15.970-06:00Calling In SickWell, not that I really have to call in sick, but sortuv I do. I will have to call the kidlets' school to let them know my younguns are staying home for the day.
Sniffles, headaches, tummy aches, and sore bodies abound. At this point, I am trying to be preemptive about this and we are all laying low tomorrow in hopes of being well sooner than if we pushed ourselves.
Fortunately, we are well bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1099630288076750032004-11-04T22:35:00.000-06:002004-11-04T22:51:28.076-06:00Something I've been thinking aboutAll day. It has been on my mind all day.
Yesterday, during a break from his after school tutoring program, my DS was playing in the gym. Apparently some 5th grader zoned in on my 3rd grader and started to pick on him. A basketball was the catalyst. DS was playing with the basketball and 5th grader kept trying to take it from him. At one point he must have succeeded because the basketball ended bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1099544499770554552004-11-03T22:56:00.000-06:002004-11-03T23:01:39.770-06:00Stood UpFor these guys.
My son left the couch to go watch them in his bedroom. Evidently cowboys are not as cool as these two are.
And the DD, well she quickly stretched her full length onto the couch the first time there was a potty break and I ended up sitting alone in one of the chairs...
Oh well!
I still have "She Cracked"
Which is going to be cracking me up for a while.
bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1099532533332040642004-11-03T19:37:00.000-06:002004-11-03T19:42:13.333-06:00She CrackedMMMmmm ~
Dinner was perfect. I couldn't find the the rice I wanted but that was okay because the tacos filled me up anyway.
And the Mike's Hard Lime ...
Well, the first cap said "Cracked"
and the next one said;
"She"
Gotta love it. I will be keeping those two (Sorry Sara)
And now, I will go snuggle on the couch with my two kidlets and we will finish watching "Silverado" together.
bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1099525743138652872004-11-03T17:39:00.000-06:002004-11-03T17:49:03.136-06:00I needHome made tacos.
I don't know why, but that sounds so good for dinner right now. Taco seasoned hamburger dripping with undrained fats and flavor layered with cheese and lettuce, tomatoes and olives and crowned with sour cream and taco sauce all in a crispy shell.
Maybe even some flavored rice as a side dish.
And a Mike's Hard Lime-Aid.
Okay... that does it, my stomach just growled. I bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1099447972926809772004-11-02T20:10:00.000-06:002004-11-02T20:12:52.926-06:00What can you say to that?I am teasing my son about having things rattling around in his empty head and without missing a beat he says to me, "It's not empty. It's full of excitement in there."
bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1099447300222886972004-11-02T20:00:00.000-06:002004-11-02T20:01:40.223-06:00Wanna see a sample of the talent I sit next to in one of my classes?
bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1099445865584880822004-11-02T19:29:00.000-06:002004-11-02T19:37:45.583-06:00As loud as a whisperHow can a boy walking around the house be noisy?
It beats the heck out of me. But I have to agree with his sister, he is being loud and noisy and yet he is not saying a thing. It just seems like his physical movements are as distracting as if he were running around the house screaming.
Two out of three of us are doing homework -- guess which one of us is done with *his* homework?
I wonder ifbizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1099435684516294802004-11-02T16:33:00.000-06:002004-11-02T16:48:04.516-06:00The critique experience was interesting. I learned a lot.
This writing fiction is so new to me. I wrote essays, poetry and creative non-fiction when I was younger, and only as the mood struck me. Writing was only ever considered a nice little hobby like oil painting or sketching, a way to keep busy on my days off from my "real" profession. So writing a short story was a first for me.
I bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1099399433014748382004-11-02T06:38:00.000-06:002004-11-02T06:43:53.013-06:00Woman In BlackNo, I'm not going Goth.
Yes, I am going to a funeral; my own.
I am all in black today because I am feeling melodramatic about having to face 20 critical readers in my beginning fiction class.
I will have to sit silently as all my classmates talk about my short story as if I weren't there, so in order to remind myself to be as silent as the grave, I have decided to dress the part.
So, that is bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1099375263255614782004-11-01T23:35:00.000-06:002004-11-02T00:01:03.256-06:00Boo-HumbugSSSSHHHH
don't tell the kids but I am so glad that Halloween is over. I don't mind this holiday it is fun to dress up and all but I just get tired of the anticipation part of it. I'll admit that part of this exasperation is linked to the busy schedule of classes and homework that keep me from being able to enjoy this holiday the way i used to. I used to make costumes for the kids. I used to savebizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1099027327137186672004-10-29T01:15:00.000-05:002004-10-29T00:24:02.930-05:00The Go-Carts Good PointsWell, 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 bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1099015923331471292004-10-28T20:45:00.000-05:002004-10-28T21:12:03.330-05:00Injury ReportI 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 bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1098848405913607312004-10-26T22:30:00.000-05:002004-10-26T22:41:47.220-05:00Just a 24 hr bugI 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 bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1098759655279560202004-10-25T21:50:00.000-05:002004-10-25T22:00:55.280-05:00It's contagiouswho 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 bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1098670188031981942004-10-24T21:02:00.000-05:002004-10-24T21:11:46.050-05:00TWO CloseWell, 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 bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1098668576604653162004-10-24T20:42:00.001-05:002004-10-24T20:49:05.586-05:00Down with the oldUp 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 bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1098638279913900342004-10-24T13:07:00.000-05:002004-10-24T12:17:59.913-05:00Wholesome 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 bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1098570281254734342004-10-23T17:15:00.000-05:002004-10-23T17:24:41.253-05:00Found 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 bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1098362927786247732004-10-21T07:35:00.000-05:002004-10-21T07:48:47.786-05:00I might as wellSo, 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. bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1098362095968957102004-10-21T07:24:00.000-05:002004-10-21T07:34:55.966-05:00Go-cart/Rental CarI'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 arebizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1098290591722084112004-10-20T11:39:00.000-05:002004-10-20T11:53:01.746-05:00One More ThingShe 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!
bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1098290274674026942004-10-20T11:26:00.000-05:002004-10-20T11:37:54.673-05:00Phew!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 allbizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1098187938236548392004-10-19T07:00:00.000-05:002004-10-19T07:12:18.236-05:00YesterdayOn 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 (bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1098109785830768152004-10-18T09:23:00.000-05:002004-10-18T09:29:45.830-05:00TidbitsSo, 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 thebizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1097723908991461082004-10-13T22:04:00.000-05:002004-10-13T22:18:28.993-05:00Spa DayThis 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 from Hell "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 bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1097634717995516532004-10-12T21:00:00.000-05:002004-10-12T22:13:08.850-05:00Second Time Just as FulfillingSo 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 bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1097355355406267762004-10-09T15:46:00.000-05:002004-10-09T15:55:55.406-05:00I 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 bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1097288187900117802004-10-08T21:04:00.000-05:002004-10-08T21:16:27.900-05:00Fun and Gamesso 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 bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1097286776767841452004-10-08T20:42:00.000-05:002004-10-08T21:04:05.303-05:00Bye-Bye Baby Bye-Byealright! 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 bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1095221244549067192004-09-14T22:40:00.000-05:002004-09-14T23:07:24.550-05:00Long Time -- No ReadWell, it has been a long time since I blogged. And I actually had someone complain about it. So in a back-door kind of way, I guess that was a compliment that even though I have been lazy all summer with my blogging habit maybe someone is still interested in what I have to say. So, here goes... hopefully I can still do this.
Where do I start...an apology? An apology for not blogging? An apology bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1086838111438749922004-06-09T22:16:00.000-05:002004-06-09T22:28:31.436-05:00What did you do all day?This blogging thing is a lot harder in the summer. It is a challenge to make our lazy rut schedule sound interesting, mostly because it's not. Let's see... for example, today:
Slept in til 8:30-ish... everyone for themselves in the kitchen, as usual -- toast, cereal, left over rhubarb crunch... whatever.
Watched some TV.
Finally got dressed -- only because DD had an early morning ortho bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1086721230112694722004-06-08T14:00:00.000-05:002004-06-08T14:06:01.876-05:00It's Crunch TimeRhubarb Crunch that is...
It is sitting on the stove top to cool slightly and then ... MMMMM!
Generous helpings spooned into bowls and homemade whipped cream to top it all and --
Lunch is served!
Then, it is Rhubarb Jam Time, and then it will be Rhubarb Bars Time (those will go into the freezer to be enjoyed at a later date). And if there is any leftover Rhubarb after all that, it will be bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-108657310470709352004-06-06T20:33:00.000-05:002004-06-06T20:53:34.876-05:00Time has flown by:I can't believe its been 4 days since my last post.
Thursday: Paid rent! That is always a good thing. I really would prefer to not let my kidlets experience the homeless adventure (again). Did some laundry that we promptly packed and folded into suit cases for a weekend of roadtripping (an adventure that I will repeat often with the kidlets). I LOVE to roadtrip! I have been known to cross bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1086239166257961772004-06-02T23:53:00.000-05:002004-06-03T00:06:06.256-05:0010 TonsI did't know what the deal-ie-oh was this morning. I just felt like I had a 10 ton elephant sitting on me. I struggled to get anything done this morning which was putting me in a fouler mood. I did SToMP my way through my exercises this morning... well technically it was afternoon by this time but it still felt like morning. Afterwards, I was able to play a few rounds of the marathon Monopolybizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1086196912741570422004-06-02T12:09:00.000-05:002004-06-02T12:21:52.740-05:00blue bloggerThis is one of those times when I don't know what to say.
I know that I should blog something but I just don't have it in me right now.
I am tired
and
I hurt
Sorry
bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1085685758745617592004-05-27T14:21:00.000-05:002004-05-27T14:22:38.746-05:00A short RANTWOULD YOU PLEASE BLOG SOMETHING!!!bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1085672767545883632004-05-27T10:43:00.000-05:002004-05-27T10:46:07.546-05:00I'm not the only oneYa know I just love these kinds of stories. I feel so validated as a mother. I just can't wait to show this story to my darling, dearest (only), eye-rolling daughter and point and say: "See you are not the only one blessed with an immature mother. There are other kids out there suffering too..."bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1085617597465288192004-05-26T18:32:00.000-05:002004-05-26T19:34:06.836-05:00This looked like funThanks to her for this bit of fun.
1. WHAT TIME DID YOU GO TO BED LAST NIGHT? 1:07 a.m. (guess i technically didn't go to bed last night)
2. WHAT DID YOU EAT FOR LUNCH YESTERDAY? Half a turkey sandwich, sour cream and onion potato chips (for some reason onion flavored chips don't make me sick) Uh-Ohs (Oreos in reverse) and diet coke. The best part! I was on a field trip with my son.
3. bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1085545983383718082004-05-25T22:14:00.000-05:002004-05-25T23:34:07.486-05:00My TreasureIs it really Tuesday already?
I guess the final week of school for anyone goes by quickly. This is the final week of school for the kidlets and they are getting excited to be done for the year.
But, that is not really what I wanted to talk about tonight.
She asked a question on her blog earlier this week and I have been thinking about my answer.
So, here's her question.
And here's my bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1085366077558478152004-05-23T21:21:00.000-05:002004-05-23T21:34:37.556-05:00Just for PleasureSo, the grades are in.
Four "A"s and one "B".
The "B" was a surprise. I thought for sure that that was going to turn out to be a "C" because the mid-term grade and research paper didn't get as good of marks on them as I would have hoped. But, I must have done something right on the final to get the totals up to a "B".
Anyway~
I promised myself that I would NOT read any book unless it was mybizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1085262880224039722004-05-22T16:28:00.000-05:002004-05-22T16:54:40.223-05:00Frozen TundraAnd here I thought being a soccer mom would be one of the warmer posts I would fill as a mother.
NOT!!
Holy Ice Cubes Batman!!
It was 47 degrees this morning -- this May 22nd morning. My dd wore gloves on her hands and a long sleeved t-shirt under her uniform top. And I shivered and shook within 5 minutes of standing on the field only to find out that "NO, we are not playing ONE game -- we bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329689.post-1085159934189429502004-05-21T11:51:00.000-05:002004-05-21T12:18:54.190-05:00MiracleI just watched this movie with my kids two nights ago. Then I watched the extra DVD that came with the movie. The interviews with Herb Brooks and some of the players were amazing. I was transfixed by the insight into an event that I experienced as a young girl watching the Olympics on our TV.
I knew, even then, that this was more than just a Gold Medal for 20 athletes. There was something bizefingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196600549363175074noreply@blogger.com