30 June, 2010 20:13

I might be cutting off all my hair. Oh yes.

30 June, 2010 19:10

Wow.i bet it will rock.u can rock any style ariel!!

Confession

I have not been to the dentist in 13 years.  I brush, floss, swish and spit and my teeth never hurt.

But it was time. I wanted to go to the dentist but I never had any money. Then I was a single mommy and really had no money and by god I took Emma to the dentist but not myself because she needed to be taken care of first.

Well I went. I bit the bullet and it ain’t pretty folks.

I am not complaining.  My teeth are mostly great.  The dentist told the hygienist she had just a couple of spots to get. She then told him she hadn’t started cleaning yet.  He was impressed.  Obviously I  have been doing something right.

The dentist muttered “13 years” under his breath when he walked out of the room.

But.

I have two cavities.  Matching ones, to be exact.  One is a 50% chance of being a root canal.  The other is a 90% chance of being a root canal.  Yeah me.

But I am okay with this, since obviously I want to be in perfect health when I manage to get pregnant, right?

I was picturing a bill that read $5000.

After insurance? $650.

Doable.

Thoughts on school, 10 days in.

My thoughts can be expressed in an algebraic equation.

X=students, Y= work, Z=difficulty- all of which are positive numbers

If you have x students and you make them do Y work times Z difficulties x(y*z) YOU SOMEHOW END UP WITH A SHRINKING NUMBER OF STUDENTS. Or maybe its X/(Y*Z).  I don’t know.  I just do my work.

For instance:

Last night in English we learned that we had 9 students, but 1 dropped leaving us with 8 but only 7 attended the class and of the 7 only 5 of us brought papers to work on (4-5 pages) and of the 5 of us only 3 of us had the required number of pages.

GOOD LORD!

Hence my frustration.

In which my dog goes certifiably crazy

I was taking a bath last night when I hear a firework go off.  I didn’t think much of it.

I was reading a book, a reward for the HOURS of homework I’d been doing at night.  I have three days off, so I will be busy on those days with work too but an evening off seemed justified.

Buster came in to chat.  He does this when I’m in the bath.  He doesn’t understand why I willingly do that to myself, since he hates it.  I petted him and went back to my book.

And then Buster was balancing on the edge of the bathtub.  Odd. He’s never done that before.

“Hey Brian?  I think you should see this!” I call out, thinking that by the time he got there, Boo would have climbed down.  But no. By the time Brian got in there, Buster had one paw on my chest.  Like he wanted to get in the bath with me.

It took him a couple of minutes but eventually he climbed willingly into the bathtub with me.  And then sat on my stomach.  And then REFUSED to get OFF of my stomach.  By this point I am wondering what the aliens did to my dog.  I am puzzling as to why he’s doing this.  Nothing had changed, he sits beside me on the couch when I study, so our contact had stayed the same.

He kept looking at the bathtub.  He kept going back to the bathroom.  I gave him a milkbone.  He ate it happily. I went and sat on the couch to read.  I make some popcorn.  I spill some popcorn but I don’t worry about it.  Buster loves buttery popcorn.  I go back to my book. After a few minutes I notice my shadow isn’t sitting with me. I go looking for him. The popcorn is still on the floor.  He’s not in the office. He’s not outside. He’s not on our bed.  Brian gets worried too.  We start shouting Boo’s favorite words “Milkbone” and “food” and “eat” and still he doesn’t come.

And then I look in the bathroom.  He’s sitting in the lukewarm water. Shivering. Miserable.

I dry him off and we sit in front of the space heater in the office.  I put his dinner in his bowl and he doesn’t go eat it.

Brian and I start talking about taking him to the emergency vet.  Something is VERY wrong.   I decide to get the bowl of food and hold it for him.  He starts eating normally.

Brian comes in and says “Well, nothing seems to be wrong with his appetite, anyway.  The neighbors are having a heated argument out front, about the bottle rockets the kid was lighting off.  One hit our house and exploded, did you hear it?  Buster was sitting by the front door when it happened- it exploded like 3 feet from him.  No wonder he’s not acting like himself, he’s scared to death.”

Literaly, three feet from where boo was sitting!

Once we close the front door- which had been open to let the lovely breeze flow through the house- he eats the spilled popcorn. He’s happy once more.

So there you have it.  My dog was so scared he put himself in the bath.  I don’t know why he thinks the bathtub is the safest place in the house but he does.  Weirdest thing ever.

I’m pissed about the bottle rocket hitting my house.  Bottle rockets can cause fires.  And I’m pissed my poor little dog was that scared.  We were so worried about him.

Him's fine today mom, you didn't have to worry!

Lessons learned

In the 12 years since I was an 18 year old, 18 year old boys have not changed their grooming habits. Many of them still stink.

People are lazy.

Not everyone truly values their education and guess what? They value yours even less.

Having a good math teacher is really important.

Staying up to date on homework is a good thing.

Eighteen year old boys make you look extremely competent.

Avoid sitting next to ex meth users. (But yeah for them being EX meth users. Good for them!)

Avoid sitting next to the girl who’s taken this class twice before.  She will shout out answers and they will all be wrong.  You will be aggravated with her presence in the class.  Sitting close to her will only exacerbate the problem.

Being forced to write for other people makes you examine your own writing and will perhaps even inspire you.

Being challenged makes you want to get out of bed in the morning.

Wear the backpack.  If you have to pee, where will you put the books?

Who’s the college student? Who?

Well, it’s awesome?  I’m tired?

I’m the ONLY one who has done all the requirements for class tomorrow in English. WTF??? They were NOT hard requirements!

Am going to bed.  I was up VERY early for Algebra.

And I learned how to multiply fractions!  WOW.  I know. Am smrt!

From twitter

Someone just posted this :

“A pessimist is one who makes difficulties of his opportunities & an optimist is one who makes opportunities of his difficulties.” ~Harry Truman

You guys,  I. AM. SO. EXCITED. ABOUT. SCHOOL.

I’m reading each syllabus and I know I’m about to get my ass kicked but in the best possible way.  I intend to kick some ass myself.

If my Mum could pull off straight A’s working full time, taking care of 5 kids, two grand kids,  (sometimes 4 and no, my kid wasn’t one of them) and care for her dying mother ALL AT THE SAME TIME, then I have NO excuses. None.

I’m taking no prisoners.

2 June, 2010 21:32

2 June, 2010 21:29

Emma and i play with light.