Heytranger!
It's a Frenglish contraction. What? I can make up words if I want to. Says who? Oh yeah, well, you're not the boss of me!
That being said...there it is. FIRE. Blazing in front of me. HOT HOT HOT. So much better than the bone-biting cold outside. It's really not that cold but after the mild "ooh, spring is almost here!" temperatures we've been having my bones are feeling gnawed-upon by this less-than-balmy weather.
So...some snow days, some winter break, some illness and whatnot and I am suffering the fate of many other like-minded moms: CABIN FEVER, also known as FAR TOO MUCH TOGETHERNESS. HA HA. Here's something funny. I started writing that and came out with FAR T and then spaced too soon and came up with fart. Ha ha ha - she said fart! Why is fart always funny? OK, maybe not so much in this blog, but forget it. In real life, it brings down the house. One of those little squeakers that sounds like some petite woodwind instrument? Or a big cheek-flapper? C'mon, admit it...you laugh too. To quote a character on a Nick show that my kids love, "I am Farticus!" And proud of it, dammit. Oops! My Cabin Fever is showing!!
Just finished an EXCELLENT book: "Wild Mind" by Natalie Goldberg of "Writing Down the Bones" fame. Different than "Bones" but I found it even MORE enlightening. I borrowed it from the library but I may have to splurge and get my own copy. I will be waitressing again on St. Patty's so I can use some of those *anticipated* earnings and treat myself.
Went to an art show today at the local church...really nice turnout! Brought the kids and granny for assistance. DQ had one of her photos on display, but it wasn't all kute kids and amateur hour. There was some really nice work. Photography, watercolor, pastel, oil, acrylic, mixed media, even poetry. I enjoyed myself although I would have enjoyed myself more alone and with lots of expendable money. Ah, well. I may attempt to enter myself, next year. Either pencil, pastel, or if I progress enough by then, watercolor. We'll see. Big talk for someone who can barely get online these days, but it's something to shoot for, anyway.
This week: teacher's conference with Boo's teacher to determine his kindergarten readiness, or lack thereof. Academically, I think he'd be fine - aces even. He's a really bright kid, which sometimes surprises me because he doesn't learn things conventionally, the way DQ did. We did lots of reading and work with DQ - following her lead, of course. Him, not so much. But still, he's got the smarts. Just the maturity is questionable. Or maybe *social* maturity would be more accurate. We'll see. Then, lunch with a friend who I haven't seen in...8-9 years. WOW. An old friend from grade school, someone who I used to be so close to that she felt more like a sister than a friend, and I was sure she'd always be in my life, and then POOF! For a while, at least, she wasn't. Now we chat occasionally and I toy with the idea of progressing things beyond this casual friendship, closer to the friendship of old. But I can't devote the time to it that I used to - or anything else, for that matter. Not to seem cold, but it was a very...one-sided friendship. And I can't do all the giving this time. So if that's what it's looking like, then I'll just let sleeping dogs lie, as they say.
Anywho, the whole house is asleep. Lucky me. The heat of the fire works its magic. I am off before I get booted and lose all this input. Until next time!
That being said...there it is. FIRE. Blazing in front of me. HOT HOT HOT. So much better than the bone-biting cold outside. It's really not that cold but after the mild "ooh, spring is almost here!" temperatures we've been having my bones are feeling gnawed-upon by this less-than-balmy weather.
So...some snow days, some winter break, some illness and whatnot and I am suffering the fate of many other like-minded moms: CABIN FEVER, also known as FAR TOO MUCH TOGETHERNESS. HA HA. Here's something funny. I started writing that and came out with FAR T and then spaced too soon and came up with fart. Ha ha ha - she said fart! Why is fart always funny? OK, maybe not so much in this blog, but forget it. In real life, it brings down the house. One of those little squeakers that sounds like some petite woodwind instrument? Or a big cheek-flapper? C'mon, admit it...you laugh too. To quote a character on a Nick show that my kids love, "I am Farticus!" And proud of it, dammit. Oops! My Cabin Fever is showing!!
Just finished an EXCELLENT book: "Wild Mind" by Natalie Goldberg of "Writing Down the Bones" fame. Different than "Bones" but I found it even MORE enlightening. I borrowed it from the library but I may have to splurge and get my own copy. I will be waitressing again on St. Patty's so I can use some of those *anticipated* earnings and treat myself.
Went to an art show today at the local church...really nice turnout! Brought the kids and granny for assistance. DQ had one of her photos on display, but it wasn't all kute kids and amateur hour. There was some really nice work. Photography, watercolor, pastel, oil, acrylic, mixed media, even poetry. I enjoyed myself although I would have enjoyed myself more alone and with lots of expendable money. Ah, well. I may attempt to enter myself, next year. Either pencil, pastel, or if I progress enough by then, watercolor. We'll see. Big talk for someone who can barely get online these days, but it's something to shoot for, anyway.
This week: teacher's conference with Boo's teacher to determine his kindergarten readiness, or lack thereof. Academically, I think he'd be fine - aces even. He's a really bright kid, which sometimes surprises me because he doesn't learn things conventionally, the way DQ did. We did lots of reading and work with DQ - following her lead, of course. Him, not so much. But still, he's got the smarts. Just the maturity is questionable. Or maybe *social* maturity would be more accurate. We'll see. Then, lunch with a friend who I haven't seen in...8-9 years. WOW. An old friend from grade school, someone who I used to be so close to that she felt more like a sister than a friend, and I was sure she'd always be in my life, and then POOF! For a while, at least, she wasn't. Now we chat occasionally and I toy with the idea of progressing things beyond this casual friendship, closer to the friendship of old. But I can't devote the time to it that I used to - or anything else, for that matter. Not to seem cold, but it was a very...one-sided friendship. And I can't do all the giving this time. So if that's what it's looking like, then I'll just let sleeping dogs lie, as they say.
Anywho, the whole house is asleep. Lucky me. The heat of the fire works its magic. I am off before I get booted and lose all this input. Until next time!