Thursday, November 14, 2013
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Wednesday, November 13, 2013
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Tuesday, November 5, 2013
I don't have a lot of favorite things. There are things that I like quite a bit, and when I discover something new (or new to me) I for sure have a tendency to rave on and on about it. But when asked about my favorite stuff I generally have a hard time pinning anything down. I don't have a favorite restaurant, or song, or even book. I have lots of things that I like a lot, but for most of the time there's not a clear front-runner. Sometimes I feel like a weirdo, because EVERYONE has favorites except me. What's up with that?
This morning though, I looked at the calendar and realized that November is definitely one of my favorite things. The weather is (finally) turning cooler and I can wear sweaters, which I love to do, just not enough to move somewhere truly sweater friendly. I love Thanksgiving and the anticipation of Christmas (which I think I prefer to actual Christmas. Anticipation is lovely, don't you think?). November is also perfect for hot drinks and hot breakfasts. Neither of which are things I personally enjoy, but I like the idea of sending my family out the door after serving them a satisfying bowl of warm (mushy) oatmeal and a big steaming mug of hot chocolate. Not that I really DO that, but the idea of it makes me feel very cozy. And finally, the best part of November is that I can listen to Christmas music all day long if I want to. I mean, technically, I'm an adult who CAN listen anytime she wants all year long, but the ridicule from friends and family shames me into saving it for November.
Now instead of feeling like a weirdo who has no favorites I can worry about being the only weirdo who doesn't like oatmeal.
Posted by wesley's mom (sue) on Tuesday, November 05, 2013
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
I know I'm not a champion blogger these days. Eh. It is what it is, right? The worst part about not blogging is that I really do use this as my journal (my very public humiliating journal, what kind of a weirdo am I?) and all kinds of things are going on that I don't want to forget, and I'm POSTIVE if I don't write them down I'm going to forget them, my brain is way overloaded with things to remember these days.
Almost every night I have these crazy school related dreams. A few weeks ago I went to see Captain Phillips, that night I dreamt that Somali pirates were forcing me to graph things in slope intercept form. Over and over and OVER. The pressure and panic I felt in my dream was pretty much exactly like the pressure and panic I feel everyday doing math.
But, believe it or not, math is not the worst part of being a student. The worst things about going to school are.~
1. Getting out of bed. The actual getting OUT of the bed is not the problem, I'm a morning person and can't sleep past 7:30 even if I'm really really trying to sleep in. On a regular day I'm up by 5:30 or so. BUT now, EVERY SINGLE MORNING my alarm goes off at 5:15. Something about being FORCED out of bed.... You know what I'm sayin'? Ugh.
2. Getting dressed. If it weren't bad enough that I'm being awakened violently by the gentle trilling of the alarm on my phone, I also have to get dressed. Maybe this makes it sound like before I started school I was just running around nude all day. I assure you this is NOT the case. However, because I work from home I did spend most everyday wearing my pajamas until I changed into my workout clothes or shorts and an old P.E. t-shirt from my kid's jr. high. But NO MORE! Now that I'm going out into the world I have to wear something presentable and adult-like. Ugh. It's exhausting figuring out what to wear everyday. Once I read about this woman who just had like 7 of the same shirts and 7 of the same pants and that's what she wore all the time. That's starting to sound pretty good to me.
3. Wearing make-up. Holy cow! Have I ever mentioned how much I hate wearing make-up? Well, I do, I hate it. But now that I'm old I NEED it. Otherwise people ask me all day if I'm feeling okay because I look so tired. (Note~This is not an okay thing to ask people, k?) To my horror TWICE in the last 5 days I have gotten in a rush and forgotten to finish my make-up and have gone out (once to CHURCH!) without mascara and only half of my eye-shadow. Apparently, the eye make-up portion of my routine is when I take a break from the mirror and am so susceptible to distraction that I don't make it back to finish the deal. "This is no bueno. Sorry if you had to talk to me and you were forced to decide whether to ask me if I was ill or just look away.
4. Making dinner. I'd love to pretend that before school started I was a master dinner planner/maker, but that would be a big ol' lie. I'm sad to report that things took a turn for the really not healthy last night when our dinner consisted of Spagetti-Os, salad, garlic toast and a large bag of bbq potato chips. I have no excuse. I was determined not to order pizza again and ended up someplace far far worse than take-out.
PS~Tomorrow for Halloween I have to dress up as Mrs. PotatoHead for a work party. Can things get any better? Ha! I think NOT!
Posted by wesley's mom (sue) on Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Our tour was basically us walking around this giant ship (it's an aircraft carrier) while Wesley said things like, "behind that door we make ......"
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Tuesday, October 1, 2013
Warning~There's no theme to this post. I should probably change the name of the blog to Here Lie My
Incoherent Thoughts. Enjoy.
My brain is spread pretty thin these days, I suppose it will be for the next few years. Which is great. For reals. I love being in school. It's pretty dorky how much I like learning stuff. Even dumb stuff. School is good, but it I'm definitely seeing my anxious tendencies amplified. Yesterday I had a math test that I was super stressed about (the grades of which have STILL not been posted...24 hours later...What up with that math teacher?!), math is so so hard for me. I just DO NOT GET IT, anyway, I was so worried all weekend and all morning yesterday, that when I got home I had a little breakdown and sobbed for like 20 minutes. 20 MINUTES! It was kind of embarrassing.
Today I have a Spanish test, you can just fill in the rest of this paragraph with all of those sentences I wrote up there about the math. GAH!! Spanish!! Aye carumba!
The other day I wore something that I had gotten on sale and I could not remember what I had actually paid for it. I knew the original price and the sale price and amount I told my husband it cost (Now there's a math problem for ya.), but they were all jumbled up in my head and I could not for the life of me remember what it really cost. That ever happen to you? Probably not.
I was going to post some pictures for my mom, but I've used up the 10 minutes I gave myself to blog writing about nonsense, like that's anything new. So, mom, you'll just have to take my word for it that everything is fine here and the children are still alive and (mostly) happy. I'll try to post those pictures in a few
Hey! I have to write a paper about something interesting that happened in Arizona's past. I'd LOVE to hear your suggestions!!(Don't say Tombstone. JUST. DON'T. I'm serious.)
(I don't have time to proof read this or edit, so, you know, sorry about the grammar and punctuation and whatnot. You get what you get.)
Posted by wesley's mom (sue) on Tuesday, October 01, 2013
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
There are tons of things going on that I want to write about but by the time I finish working and studying I can hardly stand to sit at the desk another minute, besides, I like to imagine my children want to spend a little bit of time with me. Even if they seem perfectly happy to have me out of the way. So for the time being it's looking like things will be thin in the blog department.
I did find time to buy some boots. Not that you care, nor should you. Either way they are amazing and hopefully the vain joy I feel every time I wear them will cancel out the shopper's guilt I'll feel for spending so much on shoes.
There are some funny characters in my classes, I'd love to write about them but it seems mean spirited. (Look how mature college is making me!!) Lets just say no matter how how you try, not everyone was meant to do magic..er illusions..and if you ever find yourself wondering if you talk to much, you probably do. This I know from personal experience. The talking, not the magic.
Posted by wesley's mom (sue) on Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Our son wants to play football. Inside I'm screaming NOOOO! Outside I'm saying that's a big commitment. My husband thinks it's great. His parents never allowed him to play, he was small and they were afraid he would get hurt. He doesn't want to be the reason our boy never gets to do what he wants to do. He's a little bit of a sucker that way. I'm against it, I think it's dangerous and I hate the way lots of sports people behave. I realize this is a stereotype and I'm making blanket statements and that not all athletes and their parents are crazed fanatics, but some are. Enough are. And I don't like it. Sue me.
We have this cat, she's 19. I'm not even making that up. She's old. She probably lived with the Pharaohs before we got her. For her age she's pretty healthy. She sleeps a lot and she's blind in one eye, other than that no problems...except...she will only pee in the litter box. She does her other business on the bathroom floor. Every morning we wake up to, you know... It's irritating and smelly, but it's not the end of the world. My husband is ready to have her put to sleep. 3 days a week I feel the same for about 10 minutes, then I think, sigh, she's old, but she's not sick, isn't it wrong to kill her because we don't want to clean up after her anymore?
There are these boots that I really want. I've been eyeing them for over a year. They're more expensive than anything I would normally ever consider buying but I LOVE them, they're well made, and a classic style. The only other pair of boots I own I got for 20 bucks 10 years ago at a J.Crew sample sale. They're great and I still wear them, but they're black and the ones I'm coveting are brown, which would come in handy. I can't bring myself hit the buy now button because a.) they are not cheap and b.) I live in Arizona so it's not like I NEED boots. I can afford them in dollars, but I'm not sure I can spare the emotional energy for the guilt of overspending on shoes. (How can Oprah even stand to THINK of buying $40,000 handbags? I hope I'm never that wealthy.)
School started yesterday and that scares the daylights out of me. Oh my gosh.
I've been watching The West Wing all summer, I'm on season 5 now. I love it but I'm worried that with school starting I won't have any time to watch TV at all and I'll never know, or at least not until the semester ends, how President Bartlett's second term works out.
In addition to not having time to watch TV I'm also worried I'm not going to have time to go to the gym or to write. I know that seems silly, but I've kind of gotten the hang of the running thing (a little bit anyway) and I hate to lose ground I've gained, and writing, either here or in my journal or just long rambling emails, kind of keeps me sane. I'm afraid without those two things I'll get sad and cranky, which, seriously, are two things I absolutely do not have time for.
Posted by wesley's mom (sue) on Tuesday, August 20, 2013