I think the reason I've not been posting as much is because I feel rather discombobulated. There is so much that goes on in my life that I want to write about, but it feels like I'd have to either post 3 times a day to cover each subject (which I'm just not prepared to do) or leave things out, or get frustrated and not write anything at all. Which is obviously what ended up happening.
SO, I think this blog is done for. I'm not done blogging in general, but I'm pretty sure that Why I Failed Math is no more.
I'll let you know when I decide what to do.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Why I (almost) failed math
I don't know what the issue is but I seriously cannot bring myself to blog. Which is kinda weird. I love to write. It's why i failed math. Okay, technically I didn't fail because my teacher wouldn't let me. I appreciated her so much for that. However, I did spend math class with an open notebook writing stories instead of paying attention. Mostly that was during middle school, so by the time I got to high school I was screwed. I wouldn't have done well in math regardless because it just doesn't come naturally to me at all. Not even a little bit. I have numbers dyslexia, if that exists.
I should have paid better attention, I know this. I would have done alright. Not great, but not too bad. But instead, I wrote a bunch of stories that I don't even have anymore. In a fit of cleaning combined with a dash of low self esteem, I went through my old stories and poems and got rid of most of them.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Had I held on to them, at least I would have something to show for my crappy mathematical ability. One of my stories was over a hundred pages. Not too shabby for an 11 year old. Of course it doesn't matter anymore because the paper is probably already decomposed in a landfill somewhere.
Blah. Blah. Blah.
Anyhow, my point is that I wanted to write about what we've been up to the last two months. Birthday parties have occurred. Walls have been constructed, sanded, and prepped for painting. School and therapy have been attended, movies and shows have been watched, and quilts have been made. A few books have been read. Pictures have been taken. I was going to post them but I can't find them at the moment and I don't want to wake up the man of the house to find out where he saved them.
I think I feel like I can't blog because I don't know where to start, but also, I have so much going on that I can't bring myself to take the time to write about what is going on. Before we moved, I would check my mail and get online several times a day. Now, I'll go a day or two without even looking at the computer.
I know I'll be back on a more regular basis once school starts--I'll be taking an online class. I'm pretty sure I've lost most if not all of my readers in my absence so I suppose it doesn't matter much if I take my time.
Two quick thoughts:
"Bones" is the best forensics drama on TV. I've become addicted. I just love it.
Did you know that the bubonic plague still exists? I just finished reading Year of Wonders by Geraldine Brooks (very good book, by the way) and according to the author, the World Health Organization confirms 1,000-3,000 cases of plague/black death every year! I had no clue it was still around. Just amazing...
I should have paid better attention, I know this. I would have done alright. Not great, but not too bad. But instead, I wrote a bunch of stories that I don't even have anymore. In a fit of cleaning combined with a dash of low self esteem, I went through my old stories and poems and got rid of most of them.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Had I held on to them, at least I would have something to show for my crappy mathematical ability. One of my stories was over a hundred pages. Not too shabby for an 11 year old. Of course it doesn't matter anymore because the paper is probably already decomposed in a landfill somewhere.
Blah. Blah. Blah.
Anyhow, my point is that I wanted to write about what we've been up to the last two months. Birthday parties have occurred. Walls have been constructed, sanded, and prepped for painting. School and therapy have been attended, movies and shows have been watched, and quilts have been made. A few books have been read. Pictures have been taken. I was going to post them but I can't find them at the moment and I don't want to wake up the man of the house to find out where he saved them.
I think I feel like I can't blog because I don't know where to start, but also, I have so much going on that I can't bring myself to take the time to write about what is going on. Before we moved, I would check my mail and get online several times a day. Now, I'll go a day or two without even looking at the computer.
I know I'll be back on a more regular basis once school starts--I'll be taking an online class. I'm pretty sure I've lost most if not all of my readers in my absence so I suppose it doesn't matter much if I take my time.
Two quick thoughts:
"Bones" is the best forensics drama on TV. I've become addicted. I just love it.
Did you know that the bubonic plague still exists? I just finished reading Year of Wonders by Geraldine Brooks (very good book, by the way) and according to the author, the World Health Organization confirms 1,000-3,000 cases of plague/black death every year! I had no clue it was still around. Just amazing...
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Okay, really this time.
I really am coming back. Things have been a bit hectic, and I have so much to say that I can't find the time to get it all out.
Yesterday was my precious daughter's 5th birthday, and we're having her party today. It was supposed to be outdoors. And is now indoors. Because it's raining.
Only I would think to host a birthday 20 days after moving in to my new home. My logic was that we would be outside so it wouldn't matter much that things were not finished inside. HA. That's what I get for thinking. It's also what I get for trying to accommodate everyone else by having her party on the 5th instead of the 4th. If I had, we would have enjoyed a beautiful day outdoors on the trampoline and slip n' slide. As it is, we are inside now.
Attempting to make everyone else happy = bad idea.
Lesson learned.
I will be back with more, including pictures, as soon I get a chance.
Yesterday was my precious daughter's 5th birthday, and we're having her party today. It was supposed to be outdoors. And is now indoors. Because it's raining.
Only I would think to host a birthday 20 days after moving in to my new home. My logic was that we would be outside so it wouldn't matter much that things were not finished inside. HA. That's what I get for thinking. It's also what I get for trying to accommodate everyone else by having her party on the 5th instead of the 4th. If I had, we would have enjoyed a beautiful day outdoors on the trampoline and slip n' slide. As it is, we are inside now.
Attempting to make everyone else happy = bad idea.
Lesson learned.
I will be back with more, including pictures, as soon I get a chance.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Almost there....
I've been a bit busy. Like, forgetting to eat, forgetting to take my daughter to speech therapy, why are my feet throbbing--oh yeah, I've been on them for 18 hours without sitting down while lifting heavy boxes and moving furniture kind of busy. It's all good, though. I'm very happy to do it. I have a great house that I love, my girls are adjusting relatively well considering, and nothing is broken which means that I actually packed better than I thought I did. SWEET.
There is more to say, but I'm starting to lost my momentum from sitting down in front of the computer and if I don't get up right now I might fall asleep.
I'll be back. Very soon. Possibly tomorrow.
There is more to say, but I'm starting to lost my momentum from sitting down in front of the computer and if I don't get up right now I might fall asleep.
I'll be back. Very soon. Possibly tomorrow.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
TTFN
I will most likely be on temporary hiatus (blog wise) for the next month or so. C's last day of school is tomorrow and I will have her home all day until her ESY starts. Whatever will I do to entertain her? Teach her how to efficiently pack? Show her the wonders of cardboard and packing tape? Coerce her into organizing her stuff into neat little piles so I don't have to? HAHAHAHAHAHA!Hahahahaha!Ha ha ha. Ha. Man, that was funny.
This next month should be interesting.
I'll still be reading other blogs faithfully, but I'm too distracted with my girls and what is going on at the moment to put a complete sentence together, let alone anything interesting or entertaining. I'll spare you the dribble that would have inevitably spewed forth.
Oh, and I got my acceptance letter to school yesterday. Egads!
This next month should be interesting.
I'll still be reading other blogs faithfully, but I'm too distracted with my girls and what is going on at the moment to put a complete sentence together, let alone anything interesting or entertaining. I'll spare you the dribble that would have inevitably spewed forth.
Oh, and I got my acceptance letter to school yesterday. Egads!
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Movin' on down the road
So, assuming that we pass our inspection on Monday, and assuming that we also pass our appraisal, and assuming that the buyers don't lose their jobs, get hit by a bus, get a hangnail, etc, then we've sold our house!
And, assuming that the sellers pass their inspection, and assuming they pass their appraisal, and nothing as dreadful as a hangnail happens to them in the next month, then we've bought a house!
We got a great house with a great yard in the neighborhood we wanted, in the school district we wanted, in a timely manner during the summer so the girls won't have to transfer during the school year.
We are truly blessed.
And, assuming that the sellers pass their inspection, and assuming they pass their appraisal, and nothing as dreadful as a hangnail happens to them in the next month, then we've bought a house!
We got a great house with a great yard in the neighborhood we wanted, in the school district we wanted, in a timely manner during the summer so the girls won't have to transfer during the school year.
We are truly blessed.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Guestpost: L, The Destroyer
Hi, New Friends by association! My mom has been totally slacking lately;something to do about trying to sell a house or something? Unyhoo, I asked her if I could take over for her today. I wanted the opportunity to plead my case. What, you don't know what I'm talking about ?
See, around here, I have several names-- L (the one my mommy doesn't like the public to know), goober, butt-turd (don't ask), sweetness, snugglebug, and the one that seems to escape her lips more than the others:The Destroyer. Okay, first of all, I have no idea what she's talking about. She is seriously overreacting. I just like to, um, improve things around here sometimes. And second of all, I'm a freaking toddler for crying outloud. Not to mention I apparently have something called sensory issues. Whatever.
Without further delay, I give you exhibit A:
It looks SOOOOOO much better this way. My mommy keeps coming in and putting everything away which drives me crazy. I cannot sleep in that environment. Sometimes I think maybe she's a little, you know...cuckoo. She bought me this big wooden toddler bed thing, but I prefer to sleep on my lumpy Elmo couch. I don't know why the bed is even there except to entertain me (see exhibit B). I love all this stuff all over the place. So colorful. So full of texture. This is practically a work of art.
If it is art, this is my favorite piece. It used to be a cedar chest that my Nana gave to Mommy, and she left it in my room. I think it looks tons better like this, don't you? Now I can see the toys that were inside, and you can see both the finished and unfinished sides. See? Art.
Exhibit B: Mommy says this has something to do with some sort of oral sensory issues, but I'm here to tell you a little secret. Psst! Come here. Wood tastes sooooo good. Really. It's delish. Also, wall is fantastic. Chalky and....chalky. With just a hint of paint. Yumm...... You should give it a try. You won't regret it.
Exhibit C: Mommy loves books. I mean, LOVES them. I must get it from her then, because I adore them, too. I just love the sound of a page ripping in my little fingers, the feel of paper tearing in my teeth and the sweet taste of paper pulp rolling around in my mouth. Books rock. Here I am hard at work tearing up one of daddy's books. Mommy was trying to catch me in the act. See those lightning fast reflexes? I dashed off so quick, she probably didn't even know it was me.
Exhibit D: This was a pillow, but I think that it looks much better now. Kind of like snow. And, in my defense, my sister was in there tossing it in the air with me, but apparently Mommy didn't get a picture of her. Figures.
Anyhow, I'll stop there; it's time for my pajamas and a clean diaper, but I think I've made my point.
One Mommy's trash is another baby's treasure. She's just jealous that she doesn't know how to have as much fun as I do. Speaking of, she cleaned my room again (what is wrong with her???) so now I have to spend at least an hour/hour and a half taking it apart again before I can fall asleep.
Sigh. A baby's work is never done. Nighty-night!
See, around here, I have several names-- L (the one my mommy doesn't like the public to know), goober, butt-turd (don't ask), sweetness, snugglebug, and the one that seems to escape her lips more than the others:The Destroyer. Okay, first of all, I have no idea what she's talking about. She is seriously overreacting. I just like to, um, improve things around here sometimes. And second of all, I'm a freaking toddler for crying outloud. Not to mention I apparently have something called sensory issues. Whatever.
Without further delay, I give you exhibit A:
It looks SOOOOOO much better this way. My mommy keeps coming in and putting everything away which drives me crazy. I cannot sleep in that environment. Sometimes I think maybe she's a little, you know...cuckoo. She bought me this big wooden toddler bed thing, but I prefer to sleep on my lumpy Elmo couch. I don't know why the bed is even there except to entertain me (see exhibit B). I love all this stuff all over the place. So colorful. So full of texture. This is practically a work of art.
If it is art, this is my favorite piece. It used to be a cedar chest that my Nana gave to Mommy, and she left it in my room. I think it looks tons better like this, don't you? Now I can see the toys that were inside, and you can see both the finished and unfinished sides. See? Art.
Exhibit B: Mommy says this has something to do with some sort of oral sensory issues, but I'm here to tell you a little secret. Psst! Come here. Wood tastes sooooo good. Really. It's delish. Also, wall is fantastic. Chalky and....chalky. With just a hint of paint. Yumm...... You should give it a try. You won't regret it.
Exhibit C: Mommy loves books. I mean, LOVES them. I must get it from her then, because I adore them, too. I just love the sound of a page ripping in my little fingers, the feel of paper tearing in my teeth and the sweet taste of paper pulp rolling around in my mouth. Books rock. Here I am hard at work tearing up one of daddy's books. Mommy was trying to catch me in the act. See those lightning fast reflexes? I dashed off so quick, she probably didn't even know it was me.
Exhibit D: This was a pillow, but I think that it looks much better now. Kind of like snow. And, in my defense, my sister was in there tossing it in the air with me, but apparently Mommy didn't get a picture of her. Figures.
Anyhow, I'll stop there; it's time for my pajamas and a clean diaper, but I think I've made my point.
One Mommy's trash is another baby's treasure. She's just jealous that she doesn't know how to have as much fun as I do. Speaking of, she cleaned my room again (what is wrong with her???) so now I have to spend at least an hour/hour and a half taking it apart again before I can fall asleep.
Sigh. A baby's work is never done. Nighty-night!
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