I Have Yet To Watch Superbad
That damn movie, along with I Now Pronouce You Chuck And Larry, has been sitting in my house for over a week.
Am I really so damn busy that I can't carve out two hours for a frikkin' movie? *sigh*
Weekend:
Glorious nothing. I left the house at 12:35 AM this morning to take some papers to the end of the driveway for the garbage dude and check the mail but apart from that, I was seriously straight loungin'. It was blissful.
I am pleased to report I did a good chunk of classwork for my online classes. I am irritated to report I am several weeks behind in one of them and one week behind in the other, but confident I will catch up quickly.
I feel really good about the selected courses: a Java programming one to satisfy the math Gen Ed (ACK - total foreign language!), a nutrition one to satisfy a sciences Gen Ed, a fluff class (Dinner On Us: I get a free meal for the whole family and childcare afterward and sit through an interesting seminar on some topic relevant to parenthood. Maybe I might have to write a blurb but it's total cake. I get three credits and I don't have to worry about Monday meals for a whole semester!!) and three credits for working the hotline I normally work for free anyway. Lastly, there's a class for the portfolio credit. It's held on my transcript as a one credit course, I think, but ultimately should give me at least fifteen. Whoa...that's thirteen credits. Not bad!
I was worried I'd have only 119 credits at the end of this semester but I found out, last minute, I could get credit for the hotline so I jumped aboard. I may actually be the first person in the history of my family on both sides to get a college degree.
Do you understand the magnitude of the party I will have??
Seriously, I don't think anyone in my family has a bachelor's degree. Neither of my parents or any of the grans...my mom has three or four half sibs, but I don't think any of them do...I'm fairly sure none of their kids do either, but if they do, fuck 'em, they don't count (heh)...my ex husband doesn't even have a GED and neither his brother nor his brother's wife went to college, either...now, my eldest niece is currently in college but I'll be done first...and of my army of half sibs, the only one old enough to go to school is the eldest and I don't think she did, either. Yeah, whatever. I rock.
Foof had a gal pal over for a sleepover Saturday night and on Sunday, a fourteen year old friend of the galpal stopped by to tell us all about the seventeen year old with the vibrating tongue ring and what he did to her four times... I was aghast but kept saying to myself, "She's not my kid...she's not my kid..." *cry* I lost my virtue at fifteen and seeing my daughter at fourteen makes me realize how young that is and how unbelievably stupid I was...
I am SO not ready for my little girl to grow up but she is so totally doing it right in front of my eyes. My baby is a wicked teenager and this is seriously uncharted territory for me. I can already see the adult her. While I know she will be an amazing woman, it is still so creepy!
In more upbeat news, Pook is talking up a STORM! He says, "I no like it," "come here RIGHT NAO!", "I want a waffle," "my diaper," "watch Diego!" and can name and point out many things in his books. I mentioned it before but it bears repeating, I love waking up in the morning and seeing him reading quietly to himself. I know reading is an excellent habit that will serve him well throughout his life and he got started loving it before he was even two.
I am a DAMN. Good. Mom!
Squeaky's report card came in and she had a lot of threes (on a scale of one to three with one being "performs this task with consistency" to three being "what the hell? Your kid is a psycho monster.") I am frustrated with the school system that only validates the meek kids that sit silently and don't dare speak. Her kindergarten teacher was JUST like that and while her first grade teacher is different, personality-wise, her demeanor in the classroom seems to imply that she expects her students to act like they're in grad school. Unfortunately, she is out on an undeterminately long sick leave (I wish her well) so I can't speak to her.
I will admit Squeak is a firecracker and perhaps a handful, but for the love of fig, she can't possibly be the first kid ever like that in our system. (I'm living proof that's not the case. I went to school here and maybe I was even worse?.) Her horoscope in the University paper said she should "start a new extreme sport called 'running down bumpy hills with scissors.'" Did I ever get a good laugh out of that one! If there were a person in the world to popularize such an insane pasttime, it would be her.
However, I'm terrified they'll start using ugly words at me, like ADD, ADHD, IEP or 504 and there's no. way. in. hell I will allow them to do that to her. I'm strongly considering planning on reducing the amount of available sucrose in our home and diet to see what positive impacts this choice has on her ability to sit still and focus. That book my mom gave me (William Dulty's Sugar Blues) opened my eyes on a few important topics.
Hey, even if the guy is dead wrong, reducing the amount of refined crap in our diets can't hurt. I've already removed pork, red meat and dairy along with just about anything white (I'm a food racist!!!) so dropping/reducing white sugar won't kill us.
As I said recently, everything in moderation and no self-judging and I'll be okay. I mean, a vice is a vice, no matter how you color it. Drugs and cigarettes and alcohol are just as bad as fried pork chops and Taco Bell so if *I* do one, I can't judge *you* for doing a different one.
Oh, and I just found out, some bottled water comes from the tap. Absolutely brilliant. Capitalism is lovely.
Am I really so damn busy that I can't carve out two hours for a frikkin' movie? *sigh*
Weekend:
Glorious nothing. I left the house at 12:35 AM this morning to take some papers to the end of the driveway for the garbage dude and check the mail but apart from that, I was seriously straight loungin'. It was blissful.
I am pleased to report I did a good chunk of classwork for my online classes. I am irritated to report I am several weeks behind in one of them and one week behind in the other, but confident I will catch up quickly.
I feel really good about the selected courses: a Java programming one to satisfy the math Gen Ed (ACK - total foreign language!), a nutrition one to satisfy a sciences Gen Ed, a fluff class (Dinner On Us: I get a free meal for the whole family and childcare afterward and sit through an interesting seminar on some topic relevant to parenthood. Maybe I might have to write a blurb but it's total cake. I get three credits and I don't have to worry about Monday meals for a whole semester!!) and three credits for working the hotline I normally work for free anyway. Lastly, there's a class for the portfolio credit. It's held on my transcript as a one credit course, I think, but ultimately should give me at least fifteen. Whoa...that's thirteen credits. Not bad!
I was worried I'd have only 119 credits at the end of this semester but I found out, last minute, I could get credit for the hotline so I jumped aboard. I may actually be the first person in the history of my family on both sides to get a college degree.
Do you understand the magnitude of the party I will have??
Seriously, I don't think anyone in my family has a bachelor's degree. Neither of my parents or any of the grans...my mom has three or four half sibs, but I don't think any of them do...I'm fairly sure none of their kids do either, but if they do, fuck 'em, they don't count (heh)...my ex husband doesn't even have a GED and neither his brother nor his brother's wife went to college, either...now, my eldest niece is currently in college but I'll be done first...and of my army of half sibs, the only one old enough to go to school is the eldest and I don't think she did, either. Yeah, whatever. I rock.
Foof had a gal pal over for a sleepover Saturday night and on Sunday, a fourteen year old friend of the galpal stopped by to tell us all about the seventeen year old with the vibrating tongue ring and what he did to her four times... I was aghast but kept saying to myself, "She's not my kid...she's not my kid..." *cry* I lost my virtue at fifteen and seeing my daughter at fourteen makes me realize how young that is and how unbelievably stupid I was...
I am SO not ready for my little girl to grow up but she is so totally doing it right in front of my eyes. My baby is a wicked teenager and this is seriously uncharted territory for me. I can already see the adult her. While I know she will be an amazing woman, it is still so creepy!
In more upbeat news, Pook is talking up a STORM! He says, "I no like it," "come here RIGHT NAO!", "I want a waffle," "my diaper," "watch Diego!" and can name and point out many things in his books. I mentioned it before but it bears repeating, I love waking up in the morning and seeing him reading quietly to himself. I know reading is an excellent habit that will serve him well throughout his life and he got started loving it before he was even two.
I am a DAMN. Good. Mom!
Squeaky's report card came in and she had a lot of threes (on a scale of one to three with one being "performs this task with consistency" to three being "what the hell? Your kid is a psycho monster.") I am frustrated with the school system that only validates the meek kids that sit silently and don't dare speak. Her kindergarten teacher was JUST like that and while her first grade teacher is different, personality-wise, her demeanor in the classroom seems to imply that she expects her students to act like they're in grad school. Unfortunately, she is out on an undeterminately long sick leave (I wish her well) so I can't speak to her.
I will admit Squeak is a firecracker and perhaps a handful, but for the love of fig, she can't possibly be the first kid ever like that in our system. (I'm living proof that's not the case. I went to school here and maybe I was even worse?.) Her horoscope in the University paper said she should "start a new extreme sport called 'running down bumpy hills with scissors.'" Did I ever get a good laugh out of that one! If there were a person in the world to popularize such an insane pasttime, it would be her.
However, I'm terrified they'll start using ugly words at me, like ADD, ADHD, IEP or 504 and there's no. way. in. hell I will allow them to do that to her. I'm strongly considering planning on reducing the amount of available sucrose in our home and diet to see what positive impacts this choice has on her ability to sit still and focus. That book my mom gave me (William Dulty's Sugar Blues) opened my eyes on a few important topics.
Hey, even if the guy is dead wrong, reducing the amount of refined crap in our diets can't hurt. I've already removed pork, red meat and dairy along with just about anything white (I'm a food racist!!!) so dropping/reducing white sugar won't kill us.
As I said recently, everything in moderation and no self-judging and I'll be okay. I mean, a vice is a vice, no matter how you color it. Drugs and cigarettes and alcohol are just as bad as fried pork chops and Taco Bell so if *I* do one, I can't judge *you* for doing a different one.
Oh, and I just found out, some bottled water comes from the tap. Absolutely brilliant. Capitalism is lovely.