"They say..." How many times have I heard this? It seems to explain the unexplainable in such a convincing way that no on can question "they". "They" say that things have to get better before they get worse. "They" say that every cloud has a silver lining. "They" say that everything that happens, happens for a reason. Who is "they" and how do I find them so I can kick they's ass?
How can "they" say that what Stefan and I have been up against is justifiable? How can "they" justify that Lexi breaks her arm and is recommended for a referral to an ENT to check on her adenoids and tonsils for possible removal within a week of our awesome insurance going away?
How can "they" say that the mower that keeps the business running at a decent level conking out when we're in dire straits "happened for a reason"? When there is no money to fix or replace this mower, how is there a silver lining, they? I ask you because it appears very black to me!
How is Stefan losing his job and basically cutting our income in half right when I'm at the intense field experience portion of my program when I need day care the most a teachable lesson? It appears that the only way to sustain us reasonably would be for me to get a job at the risk of my grades or my education all together. How is this a good thing? How is this a teachable moment?
How is telling Lexi she can't do dance or any extra curricular that costs money because we can't afford it something that "they" can shrug off? It seems pretty obvious to me that "they" is heartless as well as childless because seeing the disappointment in your child's eyes when you have to tell them something like that, breaks your heart.
"They" might say that right now, the cards are stacked against us. "They" might say that we are in over our heads. "They" might say that things can't get much worse. Someone needs to tell "they" to shut they's flippin' mouth. I'm sick of "they" and their faceless, nameless, over-simplified opinions. For crying out loud, "they", can't someone just be down on their luck without your words being thrown out at them? Butt out already and let us enjoy our pity party for two!
I vote to stone "they" in a public square like in the old times? Anyone want in?
Disclaimer: "They" is not an actual person in my life. "They" is a completely unknown and fictitious character. Any commonalities between "they" and real persons is absolutely unintentional.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Abbyisms of the week
Sweet Dreams
Every time Abby gets up from her nap I ask her four questions.
1) Did you have a good nap?
2) Did you have dreams?
3) Who was in your dream?
4) What were they doing?
To which she responds yes, yes, Papaw, and sleeping respectively. Every day. Same answers. Too cute!
Ruff! Ruff!
Abby does a great dog impersonation. She has a very convincing ankle-biter bark. Today, while I was cleaning the kitchen floor she climbed into the dog crate which had been relocated to the living room and began to bark. If I didn't know better, I would've thought there was a new puppy in our house!
They're here!
Every time our dogs bark toward the front of the house Abby thinks someone is here to visit with her. "They're he-ear! They're he-ear!" (spelled the way she says it) she'll scream with a level of excitement that breaks your heart to squelch her enthusiasm by informing her that no one is here. Poor Abby. She needs more visitors.
If God Had Intended Her to Cook and Clean, She Would've Been Born With Stainless Steel Hands
While I was finishing cleaning the kitchen, Abby seized the opportunity to play mommy. She dragged a chair over to the sink and began rinsing her play dishes in the sink. Stefan captured this Abbyism on camera. Hey, you're never too young to learn!
Every time Abby gets up from her nap I ask her four questions.
1) Did you have a good nap?
2) Did you have dreams?
3) Who was in your dream?
4) What were they doing?
To which she responds yes, yes, Papaw, and sleeping respectively. Every day. Same answers. Too cute!
Ruff! Ruff!
Abby does a great dog impersonation. She has a very convincing ankle-biter bark. Today, while I was cleaning the kitchen floor she climbed into the dog crate which had been relocated to the living room and began to bark. If I didn't know better, I would've thought there was a new puppy in our house!
They're here!
Every time our dogs bark toward the front of the house Abby thinks someone is here to visit with her. "They're he-ear! They're he-ear!" (spelled the way she says it) she'll scream with a level of excitement that breaks your heart to squelch her enthusiasm by informing her that no one is here. Poor Abby. She needs more visitors.
If God Had Intended Her to Cook and Clean, She Would've Been Born With Stainless Steel Hands
While I was finishing cleaning the kitchen, Abby seized the opportunity to play mommy. She dragged a chair over to the sink and began rinsing her play dishes in the sink. Stefan captured this Abbyism on camera. Hey, you're never too young to learn!
Lexism of the week
Lexi claims that she doesn't like steak or pork chops. In reality, I believe this is solely due to the fact that these meats are tougher to chew. The other night Stefan grilled a London Broil steak and announced that he wasn't fixing anything else. Lexi came over to the kitchen, took one look at the steak, and asked what it was. Quickly I replied, "Hamburger" hoping that she wouldn't request a bun. She didn't and we cut the steak into bite-sized pieces and gave it to her with ::gulp:: ketchup just to drive the point home that it was, in fact, hamburger. She ate it willingly and we'd ask her how it was. She would declare that it was the best hamburger she EVER had.
Finally, after the last bit was ingested, I asked her once again how her hamburger was. Before she could answer Stefan asked, "That was hamburger?" Lexi looked at me rather perplexed as if looking for validation in her assumption. I broke the news to her that it was steak and she sank back into the couch embarrassed. I explained that hamburger and steak were both considered beef and that she should try more things.
So now we know, Lexi DOES like steak after all!
Finally, after the last bit was ingested, I asked her once again how her hamburger was. Before she could answer Stefan asked, "That was hamburger?" Lexi looked at me rather perplexed as if looking for validation in her assumption. I broke the news to her that it was steak and she sank back into the couch embarrassed. I explained that hamburger and steak were both considered beef and that she should try more things.
So now we know, Lexi DOES like steak after all!
Friday, July 25, 2008
Gimme a Break!
Last night, Stefan and me were outside with the girls while they rode their bikes. Correction: Lexi rode her bike. Abby alternated between her trike, her bike, and her scooter. At about 7:15, Abby became very fussy. It was, after all, 15 minutes until her bedtime. We had had enough, so I decided it was time for everyone to go inside to get ready for bed. Stefan took Abby and I walked Abby's bike back across the street. Meanwhile, Lexi had taken her helmet off so I instructed her to walk her bike home as well. Suddenly, Lexi started crying and I looked behind me to see her running toward me point to her wrist. She was hysterical and couldn't tell me at all what had happened. I told her to go inside with Daddy while I retrieved her bike and helmet. When I lifted the bike, I noticed that one of the training wheels had come loose. I suspect she was walking the bike when this happened and her (being the epitome of grace) lost her balance and got tangled in the bike as they both tumbled to the ground.
Once inside, I looked at Lexi's wrist. It was swollen and somewhat discolored. Stefan and I worked together to administer Motrin and ice. Then I asked her if she could wiggle her fingers. She continued to cry. She was sobbing so violently that she almost threw up! Stefan tried to lighten the mood by asking if the sidewalk was okay. She didn't crack a smile. We knew if must be super serious. Finally she tried to move her fingers and said that it hurt too bad. Stefan and I decided at that point it was time to take her in.
After going to an urgent care that said that, with my specific insurance I would have to pay out of pocket and submit the claim myself, I took her down to Children's Healthcare's Urgent Care who I KNEW takes our insurance. While in the waiting room I noticed she was not babying her wrist at all. I told her that if her hand was not hurting, she needed to tell me so we could go home. She vehemently insisted that it hurt something awful! When we finally saw the doctor, she asked Lexi if she was in pain and Lexi said, "Nope" very matter-of-factly. I was appalled. My jaw was on the floor. After that, every question the doctor asked was answered in direction contradiction than what she had told me. The doctor said that we'd do x-rays as a precaution since the wrist was so swollen. She left the room and I turned to Lexi. "It doesn't hurt?" I asked.
"No," she sheepishly replied.
"Why did you tell me it did?"
"I thought you'd be mad."
WHAT?!?!? She thought I'd be mad if she saved me money on an urgent care copay? That doesn't make any sense.
So, the x-ray tech came to take the pictures and asked what happened. I repeated the story and he repeated the sentiments of the doctor...this is just a precaution. While he was uploading the images, he looked up and said, "Good job, Mom." I was confused. Was this sarcasm? Was this an accusation? He explained that she had two small breaks. I was in shock! I felt terrible for the fact that I had considered suggesting to her to tough it out. Anyway, they put her in a splint and a sling and directed me to take her to an orthopaedic doctor in the morning. So, that's what I did.
Here are pictures from today's appointment.
Once inside, I looked at Lexi's wrist. It was swollen and somewhat discolored. Stefan and I worked together to administer Motrin and ice. Then I asked her if she could wiggle her fingers. She continued to cry. She was sobbing so violently that she almost threw up! Stefan tried to lighten the mood by asking if the sidewalk was okay. She didn't crack a smile. We knew if must be super serious. Finally she tried to move her fingers and said that it hurt too bad. Stefan and I decided at that point it was time to take her in.
After going to an urgent care that said that, with my specific insurance I would have to pay out of pocket and submit the claim myself, I took her down to Children's Healthcare's Urgent Care who I KNEW takes our insurance. While in the waiting room I noticed she was not babying her wrist at all. I told her that if her hand was not hurting, she needed to tell me so we could go home. She vehemently insisted that it hurt something awful! When we finally saw the doctor, she asked Lexi if she was in pain and Lexi said, "Nope" very matter-of-factly. I was appalled. My jaw was on the floor. After that, every question the doctor asked was answered in direction contradiction than what she had told me. The doctor said that we'd do x-rays as a precaution since the wrist was so swollen. She left the room and I turned to Lexi. "It doesn't hurt?" I asked.
"No," she sheepishly replied.
"Why did you tell me it did?"
"I thought you'd be mad."
WHAT?!?!? She thought I'd be mad if she saved me money on an urgent care copay? That doesn't make any sense.
So, the x-ray tech came to take the pictures and asked what happened. I repeated the story and he repeated the sentiments of the doctor...this is just a precaution. While he was uploading the images, he looked up and said, "Good job, Mom." I was confused. Was this sarcasm? Was this an accusation? He explained that she had two small breaks. I was in shock! I felt terrible for the fact that I had considered suggesting to her to tough it out. Anyway, they put her in a splint and a sling and directed me to take her to an orthopaedic doctor in the morning. So, that's what I did.
Here are pictures from today's appointment.
The Tuesday of All Tuesdays
Tuesday marked the last day of summer school I will have to take as a student. I'm pretty confident that I will earn As in both of my classes; however, that didn't stop the end-of-the-semester exhaustion from setting in. As soon as I got home, I was ready for a nap and that's exactly what I did. Around 4:30 Stefan woke me with a phone in my face. It was my sister. Ashlie, my niece who was traveling home from visiting with her dad, missed her connection and was stranded in the Atlanta airport with no money and a huge appetite. Her loss quickly became my gain as I offered for Stefan and me to pick her up for dinner. We had a good time joking around and reminiscing about old times, etc. I love this girl like crazy. I only wish I could see her more often.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Lexism of the week
While I was moving furniture on Wednesday, the girls were all over the place. At one point Abby went downstairs to retrieve her blankie and was on her way up when I spotted her (me at the the top of the stairs) lose her balance and start somersaulting backwards down the stairs. There was nothing I could do but scream and I did. She tumbled a total of 1.5 - 2 times and landed on the hardwoods downstairs. I had already ran down and was there within a fraction of a second for when the screams began. The whole experience was so gut wrenching. Lexi came down to see what was going on. I explained it to her and she immediately jumped into action trying to make things better. She put one hand on each of Abby's shoulders, looked her straight in the eye and asked, "Abby, is the floor okay?"
I had to laugh. Whenever Lexi gets hurt from any of her clutzy ordeals Stefan always tries to make a joke of it. If she runs into something, he'll ask if the "something" is okay. That's where she got her coping strategy from, but it was funny to see her be so quick-witted and apply it to Abby's situation. I think the 3 of us needed a laugh...and that certainly helped.
I had to laugh. Whenever Lexi gets hurt from any of her clutzy ordeals Stefan always tries to make a joke of it. If she runs into something, he'll ask if the "something" is okay. That's where she got her coping strategy from, but it was funny to see her be so quick-witted and apply it to Abby's situation. I think the 3 of us needed a laugh...and that certainly helped.
Updated Pigeon Forge blog below
In case you didn't know, I posted pics of our trip to Pigeon Forge in the blog "Lexism of the week". Check 'em out.
Real Southern Women Grow Vegetables
I guess we're Southern. Months ago, before the weather became so balmy we planted some seeds for squash, cherry tomatoes, cucumbers, and zucchini. I was worried about these when we planted them, because we don't do well with plants and Lexi always gets her hopes up for the final product when planting seeds. We've already let her down with some flowers in the past, so I was sure that the vegetable experiment would have a similar outcome. Well, I was wrong. We were able to pick and use our first vegetable, a squash. Lexi was thrilled. We have many cucumbers that are growing, one lonely tomato we named "Mater", and no zucchini. Overall, I'd say we've done fairly well though. I mean hey, we picked a squash!
P.S. Lexi decided she doesn't like squash.
P.S. Lexi decided she doesn't like squash.
Movin' on up!!!
Abby's been able to climb out of her crib since before she turned two. This mad bedtimes a chore as she would climb out over and over. It seemed that the only thing that would work to keep her in her crib was if Stefan or I sat on the floor in her room until she drifted off to dreamland. Most of the time this would take an hour and was a thorn in our back sides for quite awhile. I didn't want to convert her crib to a toddler bed until she understood that when we lay her down, it is bedtime and that bedtime is not optional. Well, it didn't quite get to that point, but we decided to convert it anyway. Of course she would still climb right out of bed so we had to turn her door knob around so that we could lock it from the hallway. This was a God send. She would run to the door and scream for about 2 minutes, then quietly climb into bed and drift off to sleep at which point we would unlock the door again.
Lately, she's bed sleeping in all sorts of contorted positions and I was becoming concerned that she'd fall off her toddler bed. She needed a bigger mattress to move on. So we began thinking about big girl furniture. I couldn't find anything that I thought was as cute as the adorable set that Lexi got for her big girl room. I then started thinking that Lexi would soon need a desk for her room, but there was nowhere to put it. My solution? A loft bed for Lexi and handing down Lexi's flower furniture to Abby. Stefan tended to agree. We went shopping to research what was out there and prices and whatnot thinking that the actual purchase would be further down the road. We found a pricey system at Haverty's that we liked, but weren't willing to pay the price, delivery, and junk charges. So I was talking to a friend about it and she found a gently used system that was exactly what we wanted for a fraction of the cost. I went and checked it out on Monday and we bought it. There was no time to set it up, though, so we kept it in the garage.
So, Wednesday while Stefan was out working, I began the task of clearing Abby's room. Breaking down the crib/toddler bed and moving what I could on my own. Abby was hysterical during this time. She was trying to put a baby doll to bed on the crib frame as I was taking it apart. I thought she would become worried with the fact that her room was being gutted, but it was like she knew exactly what was going on. When Stefan came home later that day, we fed the girls dinner and began on the larger task at hand...moving Lexi's furniture to Abby's room, setting it up, putting Abby to bed, moving Lexi's furniture from the garage to her room, setting IT up, and putting HER to bed. We did not finish until 10:30 and that was way past Lexi's bedtime but here are the end results.
Lately, she's bed sleeping in all sorts of contorted positions and I was becoming concerned that she'd fall off her toddler bed. She needed a bigger mattress to move on. So we began thinking about big girl furniture. I couldn't find anything that I thought was as cute as the adorable set that Lexi got for her big girl room. I then started thinking that Lexi would soon need a desk for her room, but there was nowhere to put it. My solution? A loft bed for Lexi and handing down Lexi's flower furniture to Abby. Stefan tended to agree. We went shopping to research what was out there and prices and whatnot thinking that the actual purchase would be further down the road. We found a pricey system at Haverty's that we liked, but weren't willing to pay the price, delivery, and junk charges. So I was talking to a friend about it and she found a gently used system that was exactly what we wanted for a fraction of the cost. I went and checked it out on Monday and we bought it. There was no time to set it up, though, so we kept it in the garage.
So, Wednesday while Stefan was out working, I began the task of clearing Abby's room. Breaking down the crib/toddler bed and moving what I could on my own. Abby was hysterical during this time. She was trying to put a baby doll to bed on the crib frame as I was taking it apart. I thought she would become worried with the fact that her room was being gutted, but it was like she knew exactly what was going on. When Stefan came home later that day, we fed the girls dinner and began on the larger task at hand...moving Lexi's furniture to Abby's room, setting it up, putting Abby to bed, moving Lexi's furniture from the garage to her room, setting IT up, and putting HER to bed. We did not finish until 10:30 and that was way past Lexi's bedtime but here are the end results.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
And So Begins Another Decade...
It's official. On Thursday I entered into my third decade. I didn't have any earth-shattering realizations that typically accompany such a milestone which was nice. I don't feel 30, many tell me that I don't LOOK 30, so I'm fine with it. Age is, after all, just a number. So how did I celebrate? Here's the break down.
- Thursday - I woke up 30 minutes late for school, stumbled into the bathroom to get
myself ready before my eyes were focusing and stepped into a puddle of
dog poo. Nice. Apparently, the illness that Lou contracted from the
kennel while we went to Pigeon Forge was passed on to Cassi and the
evidence was all over our bathroom floor.
- I went to school where it was the same crap, different day.
- Had dinner with my parents at Long Horn. It was nice until Abby pitched a fit
and Stefan had to leave the table with her.
- Came home and gave the girls a bath while Stefan ran out to the store for
diapers. Went downstairs after laying Abby down to find Stefan and Lexi
hovering over a cake with 3 candles on it. Apparently Stefan felt bad that I
cut dinner short and didn't order my favorite fried cheesecake dessert at the
restaurant, so he got me this to make up for it. Lexi knew the entire time he
was gone and didn't breath a word about it. She's very good with secrets
in spite of her 6 years.
- Andrea, Molli, and Jamie picked me up at 8:45 to go out. They made me wear a
tiara and carry a wand wherever we went. We went to a mom & pop joint on the
lake, but it was pretty lame (no music, no air conditioning, etc.) so we went
to a place to play pool in Towne Lake; however, it was poker night and they
wouldn't let anyone in the pool/game room. Went from there, to The Place where
we heard there was karaoke on Thursdays. Only planned on staying for a bit,
but stayed awhile because Molli spilled a drink all over a guy who in turn to
thank her for his nontraditional shower bought all 4 of us quite a few drinks.
Was dared to sing a song that was probably not well-suited for the more mature
audience, but they all got a good laugh. They dropped me off at 1:30 and I
couldn't go to sleep until almost 4.
Friday - I relaxed and spent the day with the girls while Stefan was out doing his lawn stuff.
- Played a few games of "Pretty, pretty, princess" and watched 2 movies on Lifetime. - Dropped the girls off at my in-law's for a sleepover which they were both very
excited about.
- I went and got a pedicure with a friend from school. I haven't had one of those in
a loooooooong time, so that was just what the doctor ordered!
- Met some friends at their house to play some "Guitar Hero Aerosmith" and eat pizza
before we moved on to the final destination of the night...
- Went to the Roswell bowling alley for more karaoke. Usually this place is slow
with just a few singers, so I figured it would be a good place to have a get
together; however, last night is the busiest I have seen it in 9 years and there
were a ton of singers, so we each got to sing only 2 or 3 songs in the course of 5
hours. It was a bit disappointing, but it was cool to just hang out. Before life
and kids happened, many of us used to hang out quite frequently so it had a bit of
a nostalgic air to the night because we never get to hang out like that on a
regular basis anymore.
- Went to Waffle House and came home.
Saturday - slept in until 10:30. I never get to do that anymore. This was a gift in and of itself.
- Thursday - I woke up 30 minutes late for school, stumbled into the bathroom to get
myself ready before my eyes were focusing and stepped into a puddle of
dog poo. Nice. Apparently, the illness that Lou contracted from the
kennel while we went to Pigeon Forge was passed on to Cassi and the
evidence was all over our bathroom floor.
- I went to school where it was the same crap, different day.
- Had dinner with my parents at Long Horn. It was nice until Abby pitched a fit
and Stefan had to leave the table with her.
- Came home and gave the girls a bath while Stefan ran out to the store for
diapers. Went downstairs after laying Abby down to find Stefan and Lexi
hovering over a cake with 3 candles on it. Apparently Stefan felt bad that I
cut dinner short and didn't order my favorite fried cheesecake dessert at the
restaurant, so he got me this to make up for it. Lexi knew the entire time he
was gone and didn't breath a word about it. She's very good with secrets
in spite of her 6 years.
- Andrea, Molli, and Jamie picked me up at 8:45 to go out. They made me wear a
tiara and carry a wand wherever we went. We went to a mom & pop joint on the
lake, but it was pretty lame (no music, no air conditioning, etc.) so we went
to a place to play pool in Towne Lake; however, it was poker night and they
wouldn't let anyone in the pool/game room. Went from there, to The Place where
we heard there was karaoke on Thursdays. Only planned on staying for a bit,
but stayed awhile because Molli spilled a drink all over a guy who in turn to
thank her for his nontraditional shower bought all 4 of us quite a few drinks.
Was dared to sing a song that was probably not well-suited for the more mature
audience, but they all got a good laugh. They dropped me off at 1:30 and I
couldn't go to sleep until almost 4.
Friday - I relaxed and spent the day with the girls while Stefan was out doing his lawn stuff.
- Played a few games of "Pretty, pretty, princess" and watched 2 movies on Lifetime. - Dropped the girls off at my in-law's for a sleepover which they were both very
excited about.
- I went and got a pedicure with a friend from school. I haven't had one of those in
a loooooooong time, so that was just what the doctor ordered!
- Met some friends at their house to play some "Guitar Hero Aerosmith" and eat pizza
before we moved on to the final destination of the night...
- Went to the Roswell bowling alley for more karaoke. Usually this place is slow
with just a few singers, so I figured it would be a good place to have a get
together; however, last night is the busiest I have seen it in 9 years and there
were a ton of singers, so we each got to sing only 2 or 3 songs in the course of 5
hours. It was a bit disappointing, but it was cool to just hang out. Before life
and kids happened, many of us used to hang out quite frequently so it had a bit of
a nostalgic air to the night because we never get to hang out like that on a
regular basis anymore.
- Went to Waffle House and came home.
Saturday - slept in until 10:30. I never get to do that anymore. This was a gift in and of itself.
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Tattoos I Didn't Know I Had
There have been many times in my life that I swore I must have invisible tattoos on my forehead that I'm not aware of. Some examples in the style of David Letterman,
10. "I love drama. Can I have yours?"
9. "Stick with me, I'll do your college coursework for you...FOR FREE!"
8. "I'll be a good friend to you, but I won't expect the same from you. I'm okay with mediocrity"
7. "Tell me your entire life story" (This one applies to anybody in a clerk-type position.) Whenever, I check out at Walgreens, Wal-Mart, Publix, etc., these people go on and on with their entire story to the point that I listen politely (because everyone needs SOMEONE to talk to), but after awhile I begin to inch my way out the door (Hey, I've got things to do!) while they still continue talking to me! Sheesh!
6. "I get awesome grades and work hard to do so, but don't worry...I'd love to pay for my college education" (This is a recent source of frustration to me. Apparently, the HOPE scholarship that has been paying my way through these 5 years of college has a cap. They will only pay for 127 credit hours (the normal degree at KSU is 124). I did not realize this when I started my Spanish minor. So now I'm stuck trying to figure out how to pay for my last two semesters. I don't want to take out a student loan, because I feel that after using the HOPE scholarship to its fullest without ever once being in danger of losing it, there should be something out there...some grant or scholarship,etc....that I'd qualify for. But there isn't anything. Not at the moment anyway. This stinks.)
5. "When you're having a bad day and want to argue with someone, call me. I have nothing better to do than to listen to your one-sided argument and I NEVER have bad days myself."
4. "Ask me for money. I'm swimming in it, didn't you know?"
3. "I brake for people NOT in the crosswalk"
2. "I'm stupid...talk s-l-o-w-l-y."
and finally, the one I wish I had.
1. "I'm not as young as I look so don't look at my all sympathetic-like when I say I have two kids and have been married for almost 8 years"
10. "I love drama. Can I have yours?"
9. "Stick with me, I'll do your college coursework for you...FOR FREE!"
8. "I'll be a good friend to you, but I won't expect the same from you. I'm okay with mediocrity"
7. "Tell me your entire life story" (This one applies to anybody in a clerk-type position.) Whenever, I check out at Walgreens, Wal-Mart, Publix, etc., these people go on and on with their entire story to the point that I listen politely (because everyone needs SOMEONE to talk to), but after awhile I begin to inch my way out the door (Hey, I've got things to do!) while they still continue talking to me! Sheesh!
6. "I get awesome grades and work hard to do so, but don't worry...I'd love to pay for my college education" (This is a recent source of frustration to me. Apparently, the HOPE scholarship that has been paying my way through these 5 years of college has a cap. They will only pay for 127 credit hours (the normal degree at KSU is 124). I did not realize this when I started my Spanish minor. So now I'm stuck trying to figure out how to pay for my last two semesters. I don't want to take out a student loan, because I feel that after using the HOPE scholarship to its fullest without ever once being in danger of losing it, there should be something out there...some grant or scholarship,etc....that I'd qualify for. But there isn't anything. Not at the moment anyway. This stinks.)
5. "When you're having a bad day and want to argue with someone, call me. I have nothing better to do than to listen to your one-sided argument and I NEVER have bad days myself."
4. "Ask me for money. I'm swimming in it, didn't you know?"
3. "I brake for people NOT in the crosswalk"
2. "I'm stupid...talk s-l-o-w-l-y."
and finally, the one I wish I had.
1. "I'm not as young as I look so don't look at my all sympathetic-like when I say I have two kids and have been married for almost 8 years"
Poor, poor blog
Dear blog,
Oh how I've neglected you! I've been so busy with normal daily activities that I've pushed you out of the loop. There's a lot of drama at school. I have two very poor teachers -- one who's teaching at the university level for the first time (and, quite frankly it shows) and the other who refuses to see the flaw in having people turn in homework as groups. In my class with group homework, there are only two of us out of a group of four that are actually doing the work, yet the others get full credit for the work we've done. The teacher won't let the group split, because she doesn't want other groups to follow suit. I suspect that she doesn't want the extra grading. How lazy! Overall, this semester has been a huge let down. I was hoping to relax before my crazy Fall schedule takes effect, but it's been more stress than it's worth. Thankfully, there is only a week left plus finals.
Since my last post, we celebrated the 4th of July in traditional fashion. We took the girls up to the fireworks at Riverstone. When the fireworks actually began, Abby was terrified of them, though. So, she and Stefan returned to the car where she promptly fell asleep in her car seat. 9:30 is just too late for her. Meanwhile, I sat with Lexi and watched the show, but she wanted to go home after only 5-10 minutes explaining that she was homesick. We'd only been away from the house for a couple hours! We toughed it out for most of it and we would've stayed for the whole thing, but we were fooled by the show in that they shot off what looked like the finale about 2/3 of the way through the actual show. Knowing the traffic problems we've faced in the past, we hightailed it out of there during the "finale" only to continue to see bombs bursting in air.
Anyway, that's about it in a nutshell...oh yeah, I turn 30 on Thursday. No big plans. Probably just some dinner and karaoke or pool on Friday.
Kaiti
Oh how I've neglected you! I've been so busy with normal daily activities that I've pushed you out of the loop. There's a lot of drama at school. I have two very poor teachers -- one who's teaching at the university level for the first time (and, quite frankly it shows) and the other who refuses to see the flaw in having people turn in homework as groups. In my class with group homework, there are only two of us out of a group of four that are actually doing the work, yet the others get full credit for the work we've done. The teacher won't let the group split, because she doesn't want other groups to follow suit. I suspect that she doesn't want the extra grading. How lazy! Overall, this semester has been a huge let down. I was hoping to relax before my crazy Fall schedule takes effect, but it's been more stress than it's worth. Thankfully, there is only a week left plus finals.
Since my last post, we celebrated the 4th of July in traditional fashion. We took the girls up to the fireworks at Riverstone. When the fireworks actually began, Abby was terrified of them, though. So, she and Stefan returned to the car where she promptly fell asleep in her car seat. 9:30 is just too late for her. Meanwhile, I sat with Lexi and watched the show, but she wanted to go home after only 5-10 minutes explaining that she was homesick. We'd only been away from the house for a couple hours! We toughed it out for most of it and we would've stayed for the whole thing, but we were fooled by the show in that they shot off what looked like the finale about 2/3 of the way through the actual show. Knowing the traffic problems we've faced in the past, we hightailed it out of there during the "finale" only to continue to see bombs bursting in air.
Anyway, that's about it in a nutshell...oh yeah, I turn 30 on Thursday. No big plans. Probably just some dinner and karaoke or pool on Friday.
Kaiti
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