Well, Ralexwin informs me that the last day of the Bar Exam was "brutal," but that everyone else thought so too.
So today we wait for him to get home and spend a few days before he leaves again. While we are waiting I get the distinct pleasure of dealing with Vicbowin, who is currently limping around the house and screaming every time she puts weight on her leg.
"I think it's broken!!!" She keeps wailing.
"Did you fall on it?" I keep asking in that forced patience that only a mom can pull off.
"Then it's not broken."
She's bugging me.
I suppose I ought to be more patient with her, but what it comes down to is the fact that she's a drama queen and I'm just not convinced it's as bad as all that.
If, for instance, I said "Well then you'll have to stay in bed and not go to that party you have today." She'll immediately straighten her leg and deal with the pain. To me, this suggests tha…
My life is completely consumed with my husbands success right now. Yesterday I spent the afternoon just waiting for him to call me and tell me how the first day went.
I was fully prepared for a sleepless night on my part, as well, but luckily for me I dropped like a rock
I have to remember that just because the Bar Exam seems insanely stressful to me, this is stuff my husband knows. This is stuff he's been learning about for the last 3 years. He's okay, he's got this in the bag.
Sorry about yesterday. My internet went hormonal on me and I absolutely could not get it to work... until, of course, the kids wanted to use it then it worked just fine.
I even tried using my iPod to write a quick note but no such luck. Very annoying.
Anyway. Today Ralexwin is in Salt Lake City taking that long awaited, long dreaded test.
The test he's been preparing for for the last 3 years.
The test he's been cramming for for the last 4 months.
The Bar Exam.
Possibly the most well known professional exam out there.... and my husband has to take it.
Ball of nerves? Me?
And the worst part is that I can't say something like "I wish we were on the other end of this test," because if I said that then I'd have to come to terms with the fact that next week he'll be leaving for Texas to join up with his Reserve unit.
Oh, yes I'm just in a fantastic stage of life.
So... what do I think about?
Well, I've been thinking about taking a trip to visit …
One of the first things that caught my eye when I moved here was that my brother in law had this nifty little device full of fun games that his babies would play on when he was trying to distract their attention. It had touch screen technology and I immediately wanted one.
I could imagine long distance driving in an entirely different light. Audio books, games, stories, movies. Our little lives could change so much! So my brother in law found me an iPod Touch for $90 on craigslist and I was up and running.
Except for this one small little hiccup. -- I don't get it. The stupid little machine is practically it's own Artificial Intelligence and sometimes I don't get it.
Take for example the process by which you convert a DVD over to a iPod readable file. I have to pass through so many different languages to get the iPod to understand me that I honestly am not sure what I'm doing.
My poor brother in law had no idea what he was getting himself into when he handed over that…
Do you see this pile? It's the garbage that I swept out from under the kitchen table. It's huge! Compared to the amount of space involved this pile should be a contestant for the world record.
Now I've begun to wonder and I've come up with two theories.
1. My children have some major issues with food getting into their mouths.
2. I'm a terrible mother who hasn't worked hard enough at keeping her house clean.
I can't decide, but I do keep coming back to the fact that it matters very little how clean the house is at 3PM. Because at approx. 3:45PM there will be snow boots and back packs and folders and coats and whatever little gems of school yard trash my children decide might be of value strewn from door to kitchen to bedroom. Whose fault is that? Mine for not teaching properly the importance of cleanliness? Or theirs for not particularly caring?
Admittedly, I'm not perfect, but am I just fooling myself into a false comfort of 'not perfect' wh…
Well, they never really went away. Waking up each morning and having to slowly warm my jaw back up became a part of my life... a part I never really thought much about. Until a few weeks ago, when my jaw stopped warming up.
Now I can't open my mouth. Well, I can but not much.
So, to give you an example of how far I can open my mouth I want you to put the middle knuckle of your thumb against your lower lip. Now open your mouth until the top lip is touching the tip of your finger.... that's me.
And that's how I've been for a good two weeks now. Eating hurts too. Like a thick crusty piece of bread... I can't chew it.
I keep thinking maybe I'll lose weight because I can't manage to eat anything, but that's just an unhealthy way of looking at life.
So the question becomes, what does one do when they can't open their mouth? Or more appropriately, w…
School for the kids is going to start on August 15th and I'm not ready for it. We've spent the entire summer just moving, moving, moving. We've dealt with the huge change of location, and then spent 2 months dealing with adjusting. Finally, just as life seems to be settling down I have to gear up for school.
I feel like I haven't had a chance to just breathe. But no... I have to prep.
So, to make it fun I thought I'd share some of my more common methods of school preparation.
1. I make the kids go through all their clothes. We divide them into three piles.... Get rid of, Still usable, Mom can fix that. Then, once I know what we have I make a list for shopping. Currently on the list:
Tennis Shoes for Vicbowin
2. I decide how much money I can afford to spend on each child for everything, including school supplies. I always go over my limit.
3. Buy school supplies and put all of the stuff in their backpacks. This is the part where the kids get annoyed, and I feel like…
This week I had one of those moments when you realize your child's life isn't entirely within your control.
On the way to her new gymnastics class, Vicbowin began complaining about her leg hair. After a lengthy conversation I looked down and saw the tell-tale signs of razor use.
"Did you shave your legs?!" I asked in utter shock.
"Uh, yeah." (duh Mom, where have you been)
"More than once?"
"Yeah, I've been shaving my legs since before we left South Dakota."
If that's not unbelievable enough. I think the girl has started into the hormonal meltdown stage.
Heaven help me, but she's a mess lately.
She sleeps in until 9AM every morning (then only getting up at the imminent threat of missing breakfast).
She bursts into tears at things like the lettuce falling out of her hamburger or the Mischievite getting the same McD toy as her.
She makes comments like, "Everyone treats me like a child." or "I'm almost a teena…
Things that I need to do:
1. Get out of the house today before I explode like a nuclear bomb.
2. Go to the store for milk, bananas and whatever else I can come up with.
3. Make a menu of meals for the week.
4. Pry my children from the TV, computer, iPod screens.
5. Find some bunk beds... two sets.
6. Clean my room (probably won't happen).
7. Find and take some sort of mood stabilizer pill.... do they sell those over the counter? Please?
8. Eat meat. Red juicy meat that melts in my mouth and gets rid of this dang craving I've been having for the last week. (Why don't men get cravings?)
9. Find something to wear that fits my mood. Probably not going to happen since I don't really have any t-shirts and I swear all my jeans have run for the hills.
10. Dress my children today, instead of letting them run around in their underwear like yesterday.
So the back-end of my blogger got switched all around. It sort of coincided with the new changes to gmail and google and although I knew it was coming I have to admit that I'm a bit overwhelmed by it.
Everytime I go in to make a post I feel this sense of dread. "Oh, yeah, I have to remember how to post things again."
I know that I'll get used to it, but currently it bugs me to no end. What was so bad about the old format? I mean, I totally understand that there were some upgrades that needed to be made but I'm the only one allowed to change how things look on my blog. Aren't I?
Now, that being said... I have some big changes coming to the front end of this blog. I've been working on it for about two weeks now and it's almost ready for the public eye.
What do you guys think? Me changing up my background again? Am I worse than Facebook?
I'll give you a sneak peak.... :)
I'm excited about the new layout... I hope you guys will like it as well.
Today I'm going to do another Vlog for Dandelion Wishes. I have to tell you though, that I edited this one. It's my first ever video editing experience, but I just had to get the umms and hmms out of the thing.
I have to link this to Mamarazzi and Shawn but that's all in the way of rules (I think) so now I can show you the video.
This last week I started reading this fascinating book called: Chasing Aphrodite.
It's about how for decades the museum industry funneled art through
black market grave robbers.
It's really quite amazing how unlawful the whole thing was and how
blithe (is that the right usage?) the museum curators were to the whole thing.
We're talking tax fraud, smuggling, pay-offs, sex, drugs, rock and roll.
Okay, maybe not the drugs and rock & roll. Well, maybe the drugs... I'm sure someone was doing drugs.
1. I am 90% ornery and am typically in a bad mood. I hate this about myself, it makes me mad. :)
2. I don't floss.
3. I let my babies diaper get completely full before I change it.
Three things I do to beat the heat:
1. Cold showers.
2. Cold water on my face.
3. Change clothes 4 times day.
Three lessons, skills, or new tricks I have learned this past month:
1. How to make digital glitter. (see yesterdays post)
2. It's never a good idea to lose your temper with your children at the grocery store.
3. It doesn't matter how many 'prince' outfits I make the Mischievite, he'll still wear my dresses.
Three things that motivate me to be a better person:
1. “'What do you fear my lady?' 'A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them and all chance of valor has gone beyond beyond recall or desire.…
Recently on this other blog that I adore (Pugley Pixel) she had a mini tutorial on how to make digital glitter. Now, seeing as how I'm like a crow and attracted to all things shiny, I just had to give it a try. The problem is that I don't have Photoshop, I have GIMP--which is the freeware version of Photoshop and is slightly different.
When I go to use GIMP I have to figure out the equivalent wording for any Photoshop tutorials. Plus, if I'm entirely honest, I really don't know what I'm doing, nor am I very good at it.
So for two days I spent all of my free-time (and perhaps maybe a teensy bit of not free-time) trying to attain glitter perfection.
Then, when I had satisfied my curiosity, I became aware of one glaring problem with my project. I had nothing to really show for it! I may have accomplished my goal but where was I going to put it? What was I going to use it for?
I was left feeling slightly deflated until a new friend suggested that I blog about it.
I think that children should be the only ones allowed to be commentator's during fireworks shows. Can you imagine how much more fun it would be if there was some child with a with a microphone and amplifier nearby when you watched the show?
"Wow! That was a HUGE one."
"I like those ones that go all sparkly."
"Oh, that was a big boom."
"That was the bestest one I ever saw!"
They can do introspective as well.
"Why do we have fireworks on the fourth of July anyway?"
"What does that song have to do with our countries birthday?"
Even their critiques would be more useful.
"There's too much smoke, its not making this very fun."
"Where's the red, white and blue fireworks? I see a lot of green and red ones but it's not Christmas."
"I hope they don't forget to turn off those big lights."
"Next year they should do more of those high ones."