N and I were at war today. I won't even go into it because it was a drain on my life.
Long story short, he has a very skewed idea of what family is and who cares about him, and when I tried to point out the people who do, he shut down anyone whose last name wasn't the same as his.
Including me. 'Cause my last name is different.
In other news, I didn't need eye makeup remover tonight because I cried it all off.
I think he and I are finally to where we can agree to disagree.
And when he left with the "real" family, I was able to get a lot of homework done. Not enough, but it's a start.
And now I think I will curl up in my bed with "The Holiday" starring Cameron Diaz, Kate Winslet, Jack Black, and Jude Law because it's one of those that makes me laugh and cry...and all the while wistful even though I'm pretty dang sure I don't have time/need/want that.
Or maybe I do.
Stupid emotional day.
Aubs
Monday, September 8, 2014
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Rainout minus the rain
So after we got home from the ballgame last night and N was sufficiently clean, he came and crawled onto my bed for a back scratch and some Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I'm pretty sure our arrangement was a back scratch and then he'd head to his own bed for sleepytime, but he didn't even last 5 minutes before he was sawing logs.
And then he slept until 11:30, totally blowing the plans I'd made for the day, but that's okay because he obviously needed his sleep. And I needed that time to think about reading the assignment that I knew I wasn't going to read until it was due on Sunday.
So we hung out and relaxed for the majority of the day, and then I told him to get dressed for baseball. Hello, attitude! He's still adamantly opposed to this team, despite the opportunity for him to be a leader and an example. And he hates the Dodgers. And Dodger blue. And white baseball pants. And the hat. Lord help us on the hat...
My guilt trip about the pictures from last night worked because as he walked out onto the porch and noticed the overcast skies, he said (rather grumpily) "I hope it rains every single weekend." Then he looked at me and I know for a fact my eyes were dancing because he said, "NOOOOOOOOOO!" with a huge grin on his face because he knew what I was thinking.
Selfie!
I apologize for the horrid selfie. It was so dark we tried to use the flash and then that was worse and then N tried to impose a 3 strikes you're out limit on selfie taking. He doesn't know who he's messing with, apparently. So I tried to lighten it up with all the tools on my picture taker software stuff on my phone.
Bottom line? I am not a photographer.
I am not a fair-weather fan. I love the Rangers (and I'm devastated about Ron Washington, although I have a sneaking suspicion I might become an Astros fan in the near future...which still counts as loyal because, hello?! Texas!), but I also love to embarrass my child by wearing the same team he's wearing each season. I tell my baseball mom girlfriends that they're welcome to shop in my closet if they need a Marlins (old school), Giants, Rangers (times a lot), Iron Birds, Cardinals, Red Sox, Astros, or Dodgers shirt to represent. I may or may not have one for each team (major and minor) by the time this is over.
I might be exaggerating. Anyway, we got to the fields and everyone was milling around instead of playing because the games before us had been called due to lightning. The umps said, "We're out" and then the lightning alert thingy signaled an all clear so we could resume play, but the umps refused and left speedy-quick because they just don't get paid enough to want to stay, and I don't want to listen to a cranky ump although they can be hilarious.
So N and I went home and changed out of our *ew* Dodgers gear and celebrated the first rainout (even though it never rained or thundered or lightninged after that) with a trip to TGIFriday's because I had a gift card. That I couldn't find when it was time to pay.
Because I'm awesome.
Aubs
And then he slept until 11:30, totally blowing the plans I'd made for the day, but that's okay because he obviously needed his sleep. And I needed that time to think about reading the assignment that I knew I wasn't going to read until it was due on Sunday.
So we hung out and relaxed for the majority of the day, and then I told him to get dressed for baseball. Hello, attitude! He's still adamantly opposed to this team, despite the opportunity for him to be a leader and an example. And he hates the Dodgers. And Dodger blue. And white baseball pants. And the hat. Lord help us on the hat...
My guilt trip about the pictures from last night worked because as he walked out onto the porch and noticed the overcast skies, he said (rather grumpily) "I hope it rains every single weekend." Then he looked at me and I know for a fact my eyes were dancing because he said, "NOOOOOOOOOO!" with a huge grin on his face because he knew what I was thinking.
Selfie!
I apologize for the horrid selfie. It was so dark we tried to use the flash and then that was worse and then N tried to impose a 3 strikes you're out limit on selfie taking. He doesn't know who he's messing with, apparently. So I tried to lighten it up with all the tools on my picture taker software stuff on my phone.
Bottom line? I am not a photographer.
I might be exaggerating. Anyway, we got to the fields and everyone was milling around instead of playing because the games before us had been called due to lightning. The umps said, "We're out" and then the lightning alert thingy signaled an all clear so we could resume play, but the umps refused and left speedy-quick because they just don't get paid enough to want to stay, and I don't want to listen to a cranky ump although they can be hilarious.
So N and I went home and changed out of our *ew* Dodgers gear and celebrated the first rainout (even though it never rained or thundered or lightninged after that) with a trip to TGIFriday's because I had a gift card. That I couldn't find when it was time to pay.
Because I'm awesome.
Aubs
Saturday, September 6, 2014
Discussion boards and emails and quizzes...oh my!
I hit the ground running this morning, friends. I woke N up late, as originally planned, but we ran out of time for his homework, so he swore up down and sideways that he'd finish it before 7th period.
As I was working on homework this morning, I received a series of text messages from N at the end of 1st period (Athletics): "Mom, I talked to Coach. He said if I want to play [football], he'll get me a helmet, but I need cleats and a jock strap or something whatever that is and I need to be there before 6:00 am on Monday so I told him we were in. I hope that's okay. Okay bye!"
If you felt the Earth move around 8:32 this morning, that was me...slamming my head into the coffee table. I emailed the coach for clarification of what was needed, and I'm waiting with bated breath for his reply. So far, it hasn't happened yet...
After that excitement, I finished a quiz, yelled at myself for only getting 80/100, and threw the ingredients for French bread into the bread machine. My mom has been feeling kinda crummy after this cycle of her clinical trial (She has Multiple Myeloma and is doing great...except a little less great when she's on the "off" week of her trial), so I figured some freshly baked bread would be a great pick-me-up. I started the machine and retook the test (curse you 80/100 AGAIN!), and ran to Sports Authority. The SA near our house is going out of business next week so everything is a zillion percent off. Unfortunately, nothing I was looking at was a zillion percent off, so that was a worthless venture.
I checked my watch and had just enough time to stop by Sonic for a cherry sprite and pick up the freshly baked bread from my apartment before it was time for B's lunch. He's been with his dad for a couple of days and I miss the stinker, so I surprised him with a lunch visit. This means nothing to him except he was able to sucker me into a popsicle. This means little to me except that he eats so dang slow that I ended up with half of a popsicle. And it was delicious. Haha!
On my way to deliver the bread, I text N's stepmom to remind her about our baseball team builder tonight at the Rangers game, and found myself volunteering to babysit E so she could work this afternoon. He came over and fought a nap forEVER until his "No wah! Pweeeeeeease!" became more and more faint...and then he was out. N was so surprised when he walked in the door, which was (thankfully) much quieter than yesterday when he walked in singing "Oh Susanna!" at the top of his lungs.
7th graders are weird.
When we got to the game, N refused to take a picture to document our arrival. He also refused to take one in the car, so E and I took one without him. I didn't let E see his face, so a smile was a lot more difficult than originally anticipated.
E, N, and I had a good time at the game, all things considering. N may be a year or two older than some of his teammates, but his maturity level is easily 80 times higher. They were all annoyed that he didn't want to go running around at the top of the ballpark, screeching with delight. As soon as it was socially acceptable, we moved down to right behind the bullpen and enjoyed the game much more, even without the breeze.
Then we ran into a couple of B's friends, which always seems to happen when he's not with us. He's going to be so bummed that he missed them!
The whole way home, I shamelessly guilt tripped N into taking more pictures with me. I get that he hates taking pictures, but someday he'll want the memories. We laughed and cracked jokes the whole way home. I gave him relentless grief about Robinson Cano. When he was announced, N was like, "What's the big deal about him? So there's a book...so what?" I stared for a minute while the wheels were turning and said, "You mean Robinson Crusoe? Not the same person." He saw me holding back a life and said, "Whatever, you knew what I meant."
I love nights like that with my biggest boy...It makes my heart happy.
Aubs
As I was working on homework this morning, I received a series of text messages from N at the end of 1st period (Athletics): "Mom, I talked to Coach. He said if I want to play [football], he'll get me a helmet, but I need cleats and a jock strap or something whatever that is and I need to be there before 6:00 am on Monday so I told him we were in. I hope that's okay. Okay bye!"
If you felt the Earth move around 8:32 this morning, that was me...slamming my head into the coffee table. I emailed the coach for clarification of what was needed, and I'm waiting with bated breath for his reply. So far, it hasn't happened yet...
After that excitement, I finished a quiz, yelled at myself for only getting 80/100, and threw the ingredients for French bread into the bread machine. My mom has been feeling kinda crummy after this cycle of her clinical trial (She has Multiple Myeloma and is doing great...except a little less great when she's on the "off" week of her trial), so I figured some freshly baked bread would be a great pick-me-up. I started the machine and retook the test (curse you 80/100 AGAIN!), and ran to Sports Authority. The SA near our house is going out of business next week so everything is a zillion percent off. Unfortunately, nothing I was looking at was a zillion percent off, so that was a worthless venture.
I checked my watch and had just enough time to stop by Sonic for a cherry sprite and pick up the freshly baked bread from my apartment before it was time for B's lunch. He's been with his dad for a couple of days and I miss the stinker, so I surprised him with a lunch visit. This means nothing to him except he was able to sucker me into a popsicle. This means little to me except that he eats so dang slow that I ended up with half of a popsicle. And it was delicious. Haha!
On my way to deliver the bread, I text N's stepmom to remind her about our baseball team builder tonight at the Rangers game, and found myself volunteering to babysit E so she could work this afternoon. He came over and fought a nap forEVER until his "No wah! Pweeeeeeease!" became more and more faint...and then he was out. N was so surprised when he walked in the door, which was (thankfully) much quieter than yesterday when he walked in singing "Oh Susanna!" at the top of his lungs.
7th graders are weird.
When we got to the game, N refused to take a picture to document our arrival. He also refused to take one in the car, so E and I took one without him. I didn't let E see his face, so a smile was a lot more difficult than originally anticipated.
E, N, and I had a good time at the game, all things considering. N may be a year or two older than some of his teammates, but his maturity level is easily 80 times higher. They were all annoyed that he didn't want to go running around at the top of the ballpark, screeching with delight. As soon as it was socially acceptable, we moved down to right behind the bullpen and enjoyed the game much more, even without the breeze.
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| We ended up right behind Michael Choice and next to the bullpen! |
Then we ran into a couple of B's friends, which always seems to happen when he's not with us. He's going to be so bummed that he missed them!
The whole way home, I shamelessly guilt tripped N into taking more pictures with me. I get that he hates taking pictures, but someday he'll want the memories. We laughed and cracked jokes the whole way home. I gave him relentless grief about Robinson Cano. When he was announced, N was like, "What's the big deal about him? So there's a book...so what?" I stared for a minute while the wheels were turning and said, "You mean Robinson Crusoe? Not the same person." He saw me holding back a life and said, "Whatever, you knew what I meant."
I love nights like that with my biggest boy...It makes my heart happy.
Aubs
Friday, September 5, 2014
When you have a ton to do, but it never gets done
This is my life. I overload myself with things to do and then get pissed at myself when I don't get them all done. I have SO much work to do with the senior level classes I'm taking this semester, but I just keep putting it off. After my accidental 6 hour nap yesterday, you'd think I'd be all caught up on my rest, but no.
I'm to the point where I'm contemplating consulting WEBMD with my symptoms, but I'd just end up diagnosing myself with a tumor or something, so I resist. Barely.
I was just reading over the requirements for this huge research paper that's 13% of my grade, and I'm feeling vastly overwhelmed. He mentions that he will look very kindly upon a certain topic (and I'm all about being a suck-up in this scenario), so I emailed him for direction. If I can get started on this now while I still have some drive, I'll be better off. Maybe.
My "ton of stuff to do" isn't just limited to schoolwork, either. I need about 8 of me in order to get everything done that I need to, and I'm horrible when it comes to prioritizing. I give each thing equal importance. I have to, otherwise nothing will ever get done.
Oh, wait..it doesn't anyway!
Today was a waste of a day, especially when I discovered I was reading all the right chapters, but in the wrong text for that particular subject...and it was a good thing they weren't the right ones in that particular text because MAN! Talk about boring.
After N got home from school, I let him play Xbox, and then we took off for Target (I feel like I haven't been there in AGES!) and then to hang out with the Clemens'. N is in major need of some organizational tools. He told me while we were walking through Target, "I wish I could just go back to 6th grade so I could have Mrs. P. again." What?! Something in 6th grade turned out to be awesome? Who knew?!
At the Clemens', early bedtime rules were strictly enforced so we sped through a game of Yahtzee and off to bed they went! N neglected to mention any homework that he might've had (AHEM, MATH!), so he lounged/dozed on the couch for the rest of the evening while I suffered through my reading assignment (right chapters/text this time) with the maximum number of breaks I could justify.
When we got home, I sent him straight to bed (since he snored the whole way home) and transferred his school stuff into his new binder/dividers. That was when I discovered the homework, and rather than wake him up and make him do it (I seriously considered it), I went into his room and turned off his alarm. I think he needs an extra 30 minutes in the morning.
And then I'll ream him. Cheers!
Aubs
I'm to the point where I'm contemplating consulting WEBMD with my symptoms, but I'd just end up diagnosing myself with a tumor or something, so I resist. Barely.
I was just reading over the requirements for this huge research paper that's 13% of my grade, and I'm feeling vastly overwhelmed. He mentions that he will look very kindly upon a certain topic (and I'm all about being a suck-up in this scenario), so I emailed him for direction. If I can get started on this now while I still have some drive, I'll be better off. Maybe.
My "ton of stuff to do" isn't just limited to schoolwork, either. I need about 8 of me in order to get everything done that I need to, and I'm horrible when it comes to prioritizing. I give each thing equal importance. I have to, otherwise nothing will ever get done.
Oh, wait..it doesn't anyway!
Today was a waste of a day, especially when I discovered I was reading all the right chapters, but in the wrong text for that particular subject...and it was a good thing they weren't the right ones in that particular text because MAN! Talk about boring.
After N got home from school, I let him play Xbox, and then we took off for Target (I feel like I haven't been there in AGES!) and then to hang out with the Clemens'. N is in major need of some organizational tools. He told me while we were walking through Target, "I wish I could just go back to 6th grade so I could have Mrs. P. again." What?! Something in 6th grade turned out to be awesome? Who knew?!
At the Clemens', early bedtime rules were strictly enforced so we sped through a game of Yahtzee and off to bed they went! N neglected to mention any homework that he might've had (AHEM, MATH!), so he lounged/dozed on the couch for the rest of the evening while I suffered through my reading assignment (right chapters/text this time) with the maximum number of breaks I could justify.
When we got home, I sent him straight to bed (since he snored the whole way home) and transferred his school stuff into his new binder/dividers. That was when I discovered the homework, and rather than wake him up and make him do it (I seriously considered it), I went into his room and turned off his alarm. I think he needs an extra 30 minutes in the morning.
And then I'll ream him. Cheers!
Aubs
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
I have bullets in my...say what?!
A couple of months ago (or maybe more), I stumbled upon this fantastic custom jewelry page via Facebook...
Now, let me preface this by saying that camo is not my favorite color. I have never shot a gun, and I don't keep one in my home (come on, burglars...bring it!). I love country music and I don't mind getting dirty, but one would hardly look at me and think, "She's about as country as they get." Because I'm not. I just play one on tv.
No, really. I love the idea of living in the country, away from it all, in a farm house or a super-cute log cabin...maybe out in the Hill Country somewhere, just far enough away from everything, but close enough for when I feel the need to be in bumper-to-bumper traffic. You know, as long as there's an internet connection and some sort of phone signal/WiFi. I'm not picky. It would be so nice to get away, but I'm not sure I'd want to live there, so let's make it a "vacation" house of sorts. Yes. I like that idea. Now...who's going to purchase said dream for me? Any takers? No? Bummer.
I digress. Anyway, I found this page via Facebook where all of the jewelry is made out of...bullets! I looked at their entire inventory, thought about it, walked away, and kept coming back. Finally, after reading the description of my hands-down favorite (you'll see why in a minute), I emailed their customer service department to ask a question. See, even I know that bullets are typically brass, but a lot of their stuff was silver-ish because it had been dipped in nickel. That's a big no-no for me...my ears can spot nickel a mile away and I can usually tell within 10 minutes of wearing something if the posts really are stainless steel or sterling silver. Or gold. I just don't wear a lot of it because it's not my favorite. I prefer plain ol' sterling silver. (I just made whatever man who may feel compelled to date me in the future real happy...). Also, I'm not the world's biggest jewelry fan. It makes me feel too fussy and busy. I stick with a watch, studs in my ears and, if I'm feeling REAL fancy, a necklace and maybe a ring. MAYBE. (And I just made imaginary boyfriend real happy again because I don't want/need a lot of it. At all. Ever. Although, it does make gift giving more difficult because a level of creativity is involv...I'm doing it again).
Back to my point. I emailed Karen asking about the nickel and she suggested making the pad behind the bullets (where the post is attached) a little larger so the nickel wouldn't come into contact with my ears. She had the team make a sample so she could show me (JUST FOR ME!), and I said, "DO IT!" So, now I'm the proud owner of a set of bullets that I wear in my ears. And it makes me feel THAT MUCH MORE country-ish. I have a closet full of plaid shirts, a favorite pair of boots, and bullets. I'm totally ready to go. Oh, except I still have to find the right pair of jeans, but let's just focus on one thing at a time. Bring on the bonfires and falling leaves and cooler temperatures...you know, in February because that's when they usually kick in. BUT, when they do, I'll totally be ready.
One
of the things I love most about this company is that right in their
"Core Values," the first thing they list is "Put God first in all that
we do." I'm thrilled to support a company who wears their faith on
their sleeve(s) and who goes the extra mile to help every customer have a
satisfactory experience. I'm already scoping out a Christmas gift that
B wants to get N...he was looking with me and said, "MOM! That would
be awesome for N!"
Now, let me preface this by saying that camo is not my favorite color. I have never shot a gun, and I don't keep one in my home (come on, burglars...bring it!). I love country music and I don't mind getting dirty, but one would hardly look at me and think, "She's about as country as they get." Because I'm not. I just play one on tv.
No, really. I love the idea of living in the country, away from it all, in a farm house or a super-cute log cabin...maybe out in the Hill Country somewhere, just far enough away from everything, but close enough for when I feel the need to be in bumper-to-bumper traffic. You know, as long as there's an internet connection and some sort of phone signal/WiFi. I'm not picky. It would be so nice to get away, but I'm not sure I'd want to live there, so let's make it a "vacation" house of sorts. Yes. I like that idea. Now...who's going to purchase said dream for me? Any takers? No? Bummer.
I digress. Anyway, I found this page via Facebook where all of the jewelry is made out of...bullets! I looked at their entire inventory, thought about it, walked away, and kept coming back. Finally, after reading the description of my hands-down favorite (you'll see why in a minute), I emailed their customer service department to ask a question. See, even I know that bullets are typically brass, but a lot of their stuff was silver-ish because it had been dipped in nickel. That's a big no-no for me...my ears can spot nickel a mile away and I can usually tell within 10 minutes of wearing something if the posts really are stainless steel or sterling silver. Or gold. I just don't wear a lot of it because it's not my favorite. I prefer plain ol' sterling silver. (I just made whatever man who may feel compelled to date me in the future real happy...). Also, I'm not the world's biggest jewelry fan. It makes me feel too fussy and busy. I stick with a watch, studs in my ears and, if I'm feeling REAL fancy, a necklace and maybe a ring. MAYBE. (And I just made imaginary boyfriend real happy again because I don't want/need a lot of it. At all. Ever. Although, it does make gift giving more difficult because a level of creativity is involv...I'm doing it again).
Back to my point. I emailed Karen asking about the nickel and she suggested making the pad behind the bullets (where the post is attached) a little larger so the nickel wouldn't come into contact with my ears. She had the team make a sample so she could show me (JUST FOR ME!), and I said, "DO IT!" So, now I'm the proud owner of a set of bullets that I wear in my ears. And it makes me feel THAT MUCH MORE country-ish. I have a closet full of plaid shirts, a favorite pair of boots, and bullets. I'm totally ready to go. Oh, except I still have to find the right pair of jeans, but let's just focus on one thing at a time. Bring on the bonfires and falling leaves and cooler temperatures...you know, in February because that's when they usually kick in. BUT, when they do, I'll totally be ready.
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| Can you see them? |
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| How about now?! |
Okay,
well, it's a lot harder to see than I thought, but this Texan-born,
Texan-bred (and when I die, I'll be Texan-dead) girl is wearing Texas
Magnum 44 bullets in her ears! They will totally be my new go-to
everyday earrings...I wear pearl studs a lot and thought about getting a
small peal put in the middle, but opted for the clear crystal. If
y'all want to look at what they have (There are some super awesome gift
ideas, and they're not even remotely that expensive...turnaround time is
great, too!), then check out their website:
If only all shopping were that easy...seriously. B is such a huge fan that today, when his stepmom came to pick him up and was in a rush, he told her to stop and look at my earrings because they were awesome. He also thinks this necklace is pretty great, too.
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| "Sterling Shot Through the Heart" Necklace |
If you're not singing Bon Jovi right now, you're Un-American...and you give love a bad name.
Aubs
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Curriculum Night, or The Night I Almost Died of Heat Stroke
Let's discuss curriculum night, shall we? I was able to attend N's this evening, but have a previous engagement on Thursday, so I will not be able to attend B's. As his room mom (one of two, thank you very much), I feel like a failure, like I'm not setting a good example. It doesn't really matter because his teacher is awesome and is emailing me the power point and any pertinent information so it'll be like I'm there only I won't have to worry about whether or not the air conditioning will be working. Because, oh LORD, it was not on tonight.
N's first class of the day is Athletics. He opted out of football (partially because of the ungodly roll call hour), and now he's regretting it because it seems that everybody (and some of their mamas, too) is playing football. He didn't want to try out for basketball, so that put him into the "offseason/running track and cross country" category. I think he's less than pleased, but as someone who isn't a morning person, he's easily my favorite child at the moment for not making me get up and drag him to school, ready to play at 6:15. Every. Single. Morning.
After Athletics, he has Texas History. Coincidentally, I'm ALSO taking Texas History, albeit on a much higher level, and I think it will be fun to learn from each other when our heads aren't spinning 360 degrees while we screech at each other. I keep it real. Also, on Groupon the other day, I received a "deal" for the Texas History Museum all the way out in White Settlement. I'm intrigued. N loves history (mainly WWII), so this could be something fun and educational we could do together...and we shall! (I just shot my fist into the air in a triumphant gesture, in case you were wondering.) His teacher is also a coach (volleyball), so she said, right up front, that she encourages the students to eat in her class...it's too early and they've already been up for so long by the time they get to 2nd period, and I just sat there, thinking, "Man...it's so nice to have a teacher who gets it. I bet she has at least two kids that lived..." (Sidenote: When we did something ridiculously dumb growing up, my dad would always ask us if our mom had any kids that lived. Yes, I know. I'm becoming my parents. It creeps me out WAY more than you.)
Pre-AP Language Arts is next, and I'm not sure what I was expecting based on N's description, but she was a total riot...totally unorganized and all over the place, but hilarious. An example, you say? Okay! "So, the 7th grade required reading this year is 'The Giver' by Lois Lowry. I know it just came out as a movie, but I haven't seen it yet. I know T-Swift is in it, and I just don't know...T-Swift as an actor? Hmmm...oh, and I love Nemo. He's my favorite, but I'm so like Dory. Fish hooks! Take a picture of your kid reading and email it to me and I'll hang it on a fish hook. So, yeah..." One of the dad's in the room was laughing so hard he was wiping tears. I couldn't make actual eye contact because I knew I'd snort.
Science is next, and his teacher has the dry sense of humor that N will know and appreciate. She doesn't know it yet, but she's going to love him...and want to smack him upside the head all at the same time. She has four kids (they've all lived), but only one lives at home now. The others are all out, in school...except for her daughter who's in the Peace Corps in Morocco. How cool is that?! She seems like she'll be a great resource for N, on a variety of subjects. He also has her for Enrichment, but I can honestly say I have no idea what the hell that might be at this point.
Exploratory something or other is next, and that's the "mandatory elective" which helps them to choose one of 16 different career paths they'll take when they get to high school. Don't even get me started. I'm all for prepping for something, but at the same time, I also think they should be able to spend time in 7th grade taking an elective they enjoy. The teacher (another volleyball coach) seems pretty fantastic and super-excited about this new program that's rolling out this year, and I can see the good in it, definitely. I just think it's a little much. N's already stressing about which plan/path his current goal is.
And then there's Creative Writing. Last year, his teacher was an absolute treasure! We adored her, and she LOVED him. The whole reason he took the class again was to get her. Well, he didn't. He ended up with a teacher who teaches GT and Science and instead of getting a circle on her career aptitude test, she got a square. Sounds pretty "Divergent" to me...she was also all over the place, but I think it was the heat. It was sooooo hot in there. (If you're singing, "It's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes" you score bonus points, because that's my go-to thought anytime anyone makes a similar comment. Now you know my secret.) She seemed flustered and kept calling it a class to help people get over the fear of writing. Several parents and I glanced around nervously. Our kids can write; they took the class last year and they took it again for any/all of the following reasons:
1. There's never any homework.
2. There are assignments, but there are never any legit grades.
3. It's a place they can just be themselves...and read all period if they want to, update their blog, or write to their little heart's content.
Not anymore, SUCKAHS. I casually mentioned this to her, and she practically laughed in my face. We miss the other CW teacher. So so much.
To wrap up the day, he heads to the dreaded 7th Grade Math. Y'all, I hate math more than anything in the world (although there are a few close seconds), and N definitely got that trait from me. His teacher, however, is young and fun and entertaining. As she explained her background, I realized why N all of a sudden started talking about going to TCU. She's ADORABLY CUTE, people. Crush city! She went through her presentation on warp speed, all the while tugging at her shirt in an attempt to fan herself. It was THAT hot in there. I'm surprised there weren't puddles of people.
Another good thing (at least for me) is that they're using Blackboard as their online forum this year. Since both of the universities I attend use Blackboard for everything, I was able to give N some tips and show him how to navigate. I could not, however, get the stupid math video to load. Shocker.
All in all, I think he will have a good year. He has a pretty stacked morning of classes, but as long as the ac is working, he should be fine. He says his classes are always freezing. Well...I'd beg to differ.
I'm too young for hot flashes, but I thought about figuring out a way to climb in the freezer upon my return home. I got over it. The effort involved...pass.
Aubs
Monday, September 1, 2014
September already?!
I woke up to my huge calendar practically leering at me from across the room. It's big enough to where I can see the colors and how many things I have on any given day when I wake up, even when I don't have my contacts or glasses on, and you know what? It's about to get REALLY ugly around here.
This "morning" B and I snuggled up in my bed to watch a Scooby-Doo movie. They're a family favorite. N passed his love of S.D. on to B when he was tiny, and we have so many episodes and movies on dvd and our dvr. They've gotten a little out of hand lately, so I don't know why I had ANY hope at all that "Scooby-Doo! WrestleMania Mystery" was going to have any entertainment value. I must admit, I did snort with laughter when a cartoon John Cena came on the screen, and I snorted even harder when he ripped his shirt off for the first time. I mean...even I know who he is, and there's no way you'd ever force me to watch anything WWE related. I'd rather miss the first 5 minutes of any Law & Order: SVU episode on Monday nights (I've seen them all anyway) than have to listen to/watch the ending of Monday Night Raw. I think that's what it's called. Anyway, the movie was ridiculous and I can't get that two hours of my life back, but it was cuddle time with B, and I consider that time well spent...even if we DID know who the bad guy was before the movie even got going.
I steal thunder, people. It's what I do.
I also not-so-shamelessly stalk blogs of people I don't know. There are a few I've read that I've really been able to relate to...either personal journeys, parenting journeys, or total mishaps. And then there are those that you randomly find while reading a post of a friend's friend and you become so "glued" to that person and what's happened that you just HAVE to know more. And so, I started at the beginning. And I only felt a little creepy at first. But by the time I caught up to her posts from three years ago (that's when I became "current" because I started reading in 2011), I was sobbing my little heart out for this woman and her children and her husband.
Long story short, without revealing too much detail because it's not my story, she and her little family had a beautiful life. And then, her hubs got sick. And they flew all over creation trying to find a way to make him better, and they just couldn't. So they got a hospital bed delivered to their house so he could be with those he loved, and when he passed away, he did so curled up on his son's favorite sheets.
Waterworks. Still. And chills. And then, this brave and courageous woman picked up the pieces of her family and kept truckin' along. She moved closer to her family, and in time, met an amazing man and they became a blended family: her two, his one. I haven't read her blog in well over a year, but she popped into my head the other day, and I looked her up. And when I pulled up her blog, tears spilled down my cheeks as I looked at this precious newborn that filled my laptop screen. I remembered in an earlier post, prior to her first husband's death, that she had been angry that they would never have anymore children because she didn't feel like she was "done," and how overjoyed I was for her to be able to have another little life to care for.
And then, I read that her first husband's parents came to meet the baby and declared him one of their own, and I was a total puddle, ugly crying like there was no tomorrow. Because, to me, that is one of the most beautiful things that I could ever read. They loved their daughter-in-law THAT much...to cheer her on and be a part of her life (not just the grandkids) after their son was no longer on this Earth. It's something that makes my eyes get a little wet just thinking about it, because it's just love. Pure. Simple. Love. And while I know NONE of these people, it feels like they could be my neighbors, my friends, my family...because those feelings and emotions are just real and hard but beautiful all the same.
I'm so ready to welcome the fall: jeans and hoodies and cozy stuff. I know it's a long way off still, but it's September, so the calendar totally tricks us into thinking it's just around the corner. I wish. In other news, I haven't watched a single college football game yet. I know. Un. American. I am, however, DEEP into the "Unauthorized Saved By The Bell Story" and let me just tell you...
This is totally making my week.
Way to set the bar REAL low, there, Aubrey...
Aubs
This "morning" B and I snuggled up in my bed to watch a Scooby-Doo movie. They're a family favorite. N passed his love of S.D. on to B when he was tiny, and we have so many episodes and movies on dvd and our dvr. They've gotten a little out of hand lately, so I don't know why I had ANY hope at all that "Scooby-Doo! WrestleMania Mystery" was going to have any entertainment value. I must admit, I did snort with laughter when a cartoon John Cena came on the screen, and I snorted even harder when he ripped his shirt off for the first time. I mean...even I know who he is, and there's no way you'd ever force me to watch anything WWE related. I'd rather miss the first 5 minutes of any Law & Order: SVU episode on Monday nights (I've seen them all anyway) than have to listen to/watch the ending of Monday Night Raw. I think that's what it's called. Anyway, the movie was ridiculous and I can't get that two hours of my life back, but it was cuddle time with B, and I consider that time well spent...even if we DID know who the bad guy was before the movie even got going.
I steal thunder, people. It's what I do.
I also not-so-shamelessly stalk blogs of people I don't know. There are a few I've read that I've really been able to relate to...either personal journeys, parenting journeys, or total mishaps. And then there are those that you randomly find while reading a post of a friend's friend and you become so "glued" to that person and what's happened that you just HAVE to know more. And so, I started at the beginning. And I only felt a little creepy at first. But by the time I caught up to her posts from three years ago (that's when I became "current" because I started reading in 2011), I was sobbing my little heart out for this woman and her children and her husband.
Long story short, without revealing too much detail because it's not my story, she and her little family had a beautiful life. And then, her hubs got sick. And they flew all over creation trying to find a way to make him better, and they just couldn't. So they got a hospital bed delivered to their house so he could be with those he loved, and when he passed away, he did so curled up on his son's favorite sheets.
Waterworks. Still. And chills. And then, this brave and courageous woman picked up the pieces of her family and kept truckin' along. She moved closer to her family, and in time, met an amazing man and they became a blended family: her two, his one. I haven't read her blog in well over a year, but she popped into my head the other day, and I looked her up. And when I pulled up her blog, tears spilled down my cheeks as I looked at this precious newborn that filled my laptop screen. I remembered in an earlier post, prior to her first husband's death, that she had been angry that they would never have anymore children because she didn't feel like she was "done," and how overjoyed I was for her to be able to have another little life to care for.
And then, I read that her first husband's parents came to meet the baby and declared him one of their own, and I was a total puddle, ugly crying like there was no tomorrow. Because, to me, that is one of the most beautiful things that I could ever read. They loved their daughter-in-law THAT much...to cheer her on and be a part of her life (not just the grandkids) after their son was no longer on this Earth. It's something that makes my eyes get a little wet just thinking about it, because it's just love. Pure. Simple. Love. And while I know NONE of these people, it feels like they could be my neighbors, my friends, my family...because those feelings and emotions are just real and hard but beautiful all the same.
I'm so ready to welcome the fall: jeans and hoodies and cozy stuff. I know it's a long way off still, but it's September, so the calendar totally tricks us into thinking it's just around the corner. I wish. In other news, I haven't watched a single college football game yet. I know. Un. American. I am, however, DEEP into the "Unauthorized Saved By The Bell Story" and let me just tell you...
This is totally making my week.
Way to set the bar REAL low, there, Aubrey...
Aubs
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