Okay, so I’m hoping for thirteen things on the same topic, but if not – I’m going to improvise. The lovely Mallory encouraged me to make this list because I could not come up with topics for the blog. So, without futher adieu:
Thirteen things I will thoroughly enjoy while camping this weekend (in no particular order):
1. Sunflower seeds.
3. Sleeping in a tent. (crazy right?)
5. Sand (I love the feel of it on my feet)
6. Soft music by the campfire (let’s keep our fingers crossed that we can have a campfire).
7. Silly games of Uno with good friends.
8. Simple activities to keep my children occupied.
9. Lazy afternoons reading a book.
10. Not having to yell at the boys to get out of the street, get your shoes on, why didn’t you go pee in the toilet, where is your brother, why did you let the dog out the front door, turn the TV off, no you may not play Star Wars Lego, yes you have to eat your dinner.
11. I won’t have to look at the pile of laundry that is nearly touching the ceiling in the garage and feel guilty for not doing it.
12. The freedom.
It’s been so long, I almost forgot the login infomation to this blog! I’ve been having quite the past month or so and things may have just got more difficult. I started my next block of classes at school and I think I’m in for a bit of a rough time. The classes are critical thinking and effective essay writing. sigh…
Let’s just say that I’m in for a ton of homework. There go my weekends.
I don’t know about the marks of my first block of classes. I was doing really well until an assignment came back with the remarks “This assignment is not completed.” It was the same assignment that I spent the whole weekend trying to figure out because the instructions weren’t clear. I’m sure the whole class had issues. Let’s hope my second block of classes go well. Speaking of which, I have homework to do.
I had a major weekend. It all started with a trip to a psychic on Saturday. I’m not new age, nor have I ever considered myself to be “stereotyped” into a certain group. I do not consider myself to be religious – but I am slightly spiritual (is ‘slightly’ allowed?). When I say these words out loud, “I went to a psychic on saturday. I was referred by my accupunturist.” I crack myself up. Seriously, how could I not crack up?
I had a very big problem with sciatica a few months ago. It was the worst it’s ever been and actually required medication. Of the narcotic kind. Fun for everyone right? For me, these pills made me feel like super woman. I could do anything! I was also on prednisone and that is some scary stuff! Anyway, I’m getting to the point here…, I went to see a new guy – a trained accupunturist and we hit it off straight away. Here was a guy who knew what he was doing. The moment he put that needle into me – sparks started happening. By sparks I mean, electric sparks from the needles. I forgot what the needles felt like and for me (everyone is different) it’s like little electric sparks.
After the second visit, my sciatica was nearly gone. I had better feeling through my meridian lines and hadn’t felt as good in MONTHS. However, in the spots that he was expecting some huge action – we weren’t getting any. Nothing. No feeling at all. So, he says to me “you really need to go see my spiritual healer. she’s amazing. i went to see her and she told me the exact same stuff that my wife’s psychic told her.” I giggled at that because I don’t know many people who have one psychic, let along two. I took her information and kept it in my wallet. I’ve had her number since May.
Last Friday, I decided to call her. She called me back about an hour later and said she just got a cancellation and could I make it on Saturday at 11:30? Sure, i said. The time before the meeting was busy. I took the boys to the library, we picked out books, we watched movies – but I kept myself busy. I needed to so that I would stop freaking out about the appointment.
I arrived at her house and was met by the warmest, nicest person. She was lovely. As soon as I walked into her “area” I could feel tears well up in my eyes. I cried pretty much the whole time. I won’t go into any major details but it was one of THE best experiences I’ve ever had in my entire life. Ooh I’m getting goosepimples just thinking about it. I will say that I have been inspired by this woman and THAT was well worth the money I paid to see her.
This meeting shaped the rest of my week. I am now the current owner of several new age books and have been reading Sylvia Brown (I am completely enthralled!). I’ve taken out cd’s from the library on dreams and am now writing down all the dreams I have each night. I am starting to feel significant again. I haven’t felt this good since I was 20. I feel alive. I don’t feel like I can even describe how good I’m feeling.
I have done about a million loads of laundry this weekend. I may be slightly exaggerating, it might have only been 999,999 loads. Regardless, the boys have clean underwear! Huzzah!
We’ve had an interesting weekend. The dog is acting weird and I can’t really figure out what is wrong with her. It’s not weird in a bad way – just not normal. The boys are acting funny, not to mention Mommy and Daddy! hardy har har
Our nephew turned four and had his birthday party today. I skipped out to do homework, but instead I ended up at the library and farting around online. I had 3 glorious hours to myself, Michael thinks I wasted them because I didn’t do my homework. I know different. I’m smarter. HA! I could actually do with a few more days off, I’m pooped and I’m completely dissatisfied with work. What else is new right?
I promise not to talk about work, I just couldn’t bare to ruin this beautiful day with words about work.
We are currently watching Harry Potter, Brody is mesmerized! At least I think he’s mesmerized – it could be a cake coma.
Has anyone ever been to Yahoo Answers? I don’t know the link, because I’m having a brain fart right now. So, I’m at home and am supposed to be doing homework but I seriously don’t feel like it. I happened to stumble upon Yahoo Answers and ended up answering a couple hundred questions. As each question got answered I felt more and more like Dear Abby, I answered tons of questions, giving my advice for dating and relationships. Like I’m some expert or something. I can give excellent advice to people about THEIR relationships but I’m not that great with my own relationship.
I had a bit of a breakthrough yesterday and seem to be seeing the world through a different set of eyes. Hence, my desire to assist 14 year olds with their self esteem issues and reassure boys that they can ask a girl on a date. Questions ranged from racial issues to “how do I look” questions. One girl actually posted a picture and asked guys to rate her. Is this how we are raising our children? I advised her (just as Dear Old Abby would) that she needed to figure out how she felt about herself and to take the photo down before something creepy happened.
It amazes me that teenagers believe the internet is a safe haven. Away from parents prying eyes, they feel they can say anything. On one hand, I think it’s a great forum to remain annonymous and speak your thoughts. On the other hand, I wouldn’t want my teenage daughter posting pictures of herself asking for boys opinions. I feel sorry for that young girl, but I especially feel sorry for her parents. This is a girl who could really get herself into a LOT of trouble.
It’s not my job to protect every girl in the world. But for a few short hours, I had a great time answering questions and feeling like a teacher.
Have you ever looked up a word in the dictionary only to find that there were two words in the description that you needed to look up AFTER the original word? I did that yesterday and I have to say – it was GREAT!
I love that my college courses are leading me down this path. I spent half an hour yesterday looking up biology words for a homework assignment then spent another hour looking up all the long lost words from my high school biology course. It’s times like these that I think I missed my calling. I would have been a great researcher. I know researching entails other things than just looking up words in a dictionary, but do you know how long I have waited to find out what I would do when I grew up?
In the office, whenever someone is looking for something – they come to me. You would be surprised at the things I am asked to find. Things I am successful at finding. I’ve realized one thing though, I do not like my current job. Or maybe it’s my boss. Or maybe it’s my job duties. Or maybe it’s the fact that I have to babysit 400 grown adults because they can’t be trusted to make the right decision on their own. But I digress.
I was asked for my resume today by a State Farm agent. Actually, she’s a little higher up than that. Anyway, considering I’d like to (one day) write commerical insurance (insert yawn here) she might be just the right person to have my resume.