GirlFight

Having multiple little girls is a test of patience. For the most part, they do alright. They’re good girls, really. Mostly well behaved. Polite. Sweet.

Aaaand then there are the days when…

not so much.

It seems that everything is a drama-in-the-making. They get along and then suddenly, they’re having a free-for-all whine fest where they’re swearing that if they weren’t related, they would hate each other! And maybe they already hate each other! And they’re never,ever, evereverever going to talk to or look at or even think about the other one again!

So there!

Now get back on to YOUR side of the room! Because this is MY side! And that is MY thing that you’re holding/playing with/looking at and give it back! Right now! Well, I maybe gave it to you but not to KEEP! And now I want it back because I know that you’re going to freak out and throw it at me and then I can go and whine tattle tell to Mom about how you stole it from me, ripped it right from my hands and then threw it at me when I calmly asserted myself and told you to return the item!

And your still on MY side of the room!

And the other one in this equation invariable breaks down into pitiful tears and cries out how miserably her sister treats her and all she wants to do is GET ALONG and how MEAN she is FOR NO REASON. All the time. Everyday. And how UNFAIR it all is, that she is straddled with such a mean sister who HATES her and all she ever wants to do is be friends and share and just… get along. Why can’t we get along, why are you so unjust, why must you treat me so terribly? I’m telling MOO-OOOOOM!

Yeah. Some days are like that. Today is such a one.

I am seriously considering adding something more than just creamer to my coffee in the mornings.

 

I Might Throw Things At You… Then Again, I Might Not.

That is how bad my aim is. When I throw something at something, I invariably do not hit whatever I was aiming for. But when I don’t try and hit something with something, yeah. That’s when I connect.

Take a hypothetical loaf of bread, for example. And take a hypothetical teenager. Pretend that this hypothetical teenager is really, really, really, really, really, really annoying and totally does the opposite of everything you say. Like, don’t make a sandwich, hypothetical teenager, because our hypothetical dinner is almost ready. And then you leave the hypothetical kitchen, and twenty minutes later, when you come back, not only has this hypothetical teenager made a HUGE hypothetical sandwich, he has also gotten mass amounts of hypothetical jam all over the counters, floor, and sink. AND he left the lid off of the hypothetical peanut butter jar.

You angrily start cleaning up this hypothetical mess, and just as your twisting the plastic opening around the hypothetical loaf of bread (of which there were several pieces of bread all over the counter that you had to pick up) when the hypothetical teenager saunters back into the hypothetical kitchen with jam on his face and giving you a smug, sated smile.

Hypothetical teenager, you say (NOT yelling, not that) I thought I told you NOT to make a sandwich?!?!

Hypothetical teenager shrugs unconcernedly. I was hungry, says he, and rolls his hypothetical eyes at you.

UGH! You are thinking, and before you know it, you have swung that hypothetical loaf of bread in a circle and whip it overhand in a fit of pure frustration and let it fly!

Of course your intention is not to actually hit the hypothetical (obnoxious) teenager with the hypothetical bread, but hey… your aim is… um… skewed.

SMACK right in the hypothetical forehead of hypothetical teenager. Bread goes flying everywhere. Hypothetical teenager staggers back, and looks at you like you have gone insane. Of which you kind of have. Because what sort of sane person throws an entire loaf of hypothetical bread at a hypothetical teenager? Know what I mean?

Not that, you know, this is something that I have any real knowledge about or anything, this hypothesis. I cannot confirm or deny the alleged incident. It was just an example of…

um…

yeah.

What was I talking about again?

Fanny, You Trollope!

No, you read that right.

Fanny Trollope was a 19th century English woman who wrote The Domestic Manners of Americans. She also wrote several other books, but I’m not overly interested in those ones. I’m only interested in this one. And only because I have to read it and write a paper on it for my history class.

I’ve known about this paper for several weeks now… one could say “months”, but one would rather say “weeks” so’s not to sound like such a slacker. And instead of going ahead and reading the damn book, and getting started on the paper, I sorta put it off.

I say sorta because it sounds better than saying I totally didn’t read the book and am only now getting around to it and the paper is due next week.

Not that I haven’t had good reasons. But the foremost reason is hey, let’s face it. I read fast. I mean, faster than most everyone I know (with the exception of my English prof, who reads faster than anyone I have ever met). So there was some arrogance in that I knew I could read the whole book in about a day, given that I had a day to sit and read it. Which these days… yeah. Not so much. Only I wasn’t thinking about that little factoid; instead, I was thinking… I could totally read that in a day, no worries! I’ll read it when I read it; no worries!

And this is the part where I yell, WHEN WILL I LEARN?

Ok, I’m not completely freaking out about this (yet), as I still have a week to read it and write the paper. The good news is that I did in fact start the book and have made excellent headway. I’m more than halfway through. I will finish it tomorrow. And start on the paper this weekend.

The bad news; I have another paper to write, due this Wednesday. I also have two math assignments waiting in the wings for me to finish, as well as studying for the test, also this Wednesday. And I have to get ready for the next speech in my public speaking class, but I still have a few weeks to prep for that.

AND I need to get started on my ten page research paper that is my final for my English class. There can be no slacking on that one. Huge portion of my grade and all that. No pressure, right? Nope. None.

Plus all the regular history stuff I have to do for that class. Of which I have not done yet. Which needs to be done by tomorrow.

Yeah. And I here I am, doing what? Ha! Guess I haven’t learned yet.

Peace, yo.

 

Whoa! Could It BE? Is She… Blogging?

Yeah, yeah… I know. It’s been what… ten years? a hundred? I get it. Neglect of said blog for months and months and now suddenly, she’s got something to say.

Not that I have any readers left to read it, right? Well, I know I have at least ONE… *coughBeancough* and she BETTER be reading.

Ok, so. I have been on Blogger hiatus after swearing that I would blog daily because I am complicated like that. And lazy. But more complicated than lazy.

Ok, not really. About half and half.

See, it’s been so long since I last sat here that I have no idea where I even left off. So I will do a recap. If you have already read some of this stuff, bear with me. I have issues with consistency.

So I got my GED. Did I mention that? Yeah, totally enrolled in college too. Now I spend most of my days either at school, or studying. Or… doing other things when I should BE studying. Right now I’m taking a math class… the PRE-algebra, thankyouverymuch. I am not so good at the mathematics, so I decided to give myself the best fighting chance at getting… well, not good, but maybe not sucking as much. So far, so good. B in that class.

I am taking English. A given. I really rather enjoy my English class. It’s a lot of essay reading and class discussion, and we have written a total of two papers thus far. My third paper is due in two weeks. I have no idea what my grade is in that class, as we have yet to be updated. My hope is that she updates us before Spring Break…

I am taking a public speaking class. In which I speak. Publicly. You could also call it speech class. Thus far I have given two speeches, and done well on both. I am not doing very well grade-wise in that class as I bombed my exam (yeah, not my most shining moment) BUT my instructor said that my grade would most definitely improve with the speeches and homework to come. I had better bring that grade up. I WILL have that A at the end of this semester. No more bombing exams for me… On a positive note, I scored really well on both of my speeches; my grade should, in fact, go up as soon as she enters the scores for my last speech. That class is a lot of fun. I didn’t think I would like it… but I LOVE it.

And I am taking history, and this is where my true love lies. I LOVE my history class, and I am doing really well in there, too. I am, in fact, seriously, seriously considering majoring in history. As in, teaching it. My original major was going to be teaching English as a single subject, but as the year progresses… yeah, I’m thinking I might be angling more for that degree in history. I want to teach either way, and would be happiest if I could teach both, but I don’t know how that would work, could work, might work…

So that’s what’s going on right now.

On another note, we finally moved from craptastic too small house to a larger, prettier, nicer one. With a pool. Um. Community pool, but STILL. A pool within a short distance from my front door is da BOM, says I. And says the kidlets, too.

Speaking of the kidlets, they seem to be adjusting really well to the move and their new schools. Yes, schools, as in plural. The youngest offspring had to be sent to a different school than her siblings because there was no room for second graders in the other one, the one she should be doing. The entire thing is a huge pain in my beeehind, because they start at such different times and get out an hour apart and not to mention, the drive is a bit much. BUT, such is life. And next year, she will be attending the school she should be, so that’s good.

Other than that, though, everything is going really well.

Their father is not and has not been involved with them for some time now. We did have court a few weeks ago; he was taking me, AGAIN, to get out of his support order, AGAIN, but that was met with a massive FAIL on his part. AND I got to finally say some things that I needed to say to him. I doubt he heard me, or cared, but dammit, I have been bottled up about how his actions (or lack thereof) effect our children, and he needed to HEAR it. Or I needed to say it. Thus far I have been as civil as they come, friendly, even, but not on that day and not in that moment. Whatever. If he had any goodwill towards me, I’m sure it’s since evaporated.

Now here’s the part where you ask me if I care…

The Man and I are doing really well. Having all that space and privacy has done wonders for our… um. Well. Let’s just say. We are very content and sated.

Moving on.

I have unpacked our massive amounts of books and loaded them up on the bookshelves. It took four five-shelf bookcases to house all of our books, and that was doubling up the paperbacks. We are going to buy another bookcase, though, because I am certain that we will find enough books to fill that one, too. AND the girls are ready for a bigger bookcase in their room, also. The three shelf job they have in there is really not big enough anymore.

It has been rumored that I may have a book addiction. A serious one. It’s all speculation, though… nothing has been proven. Nothing at all.

Alright, this has been good times, and I am glad I came. But now I must go and collect The Man from work. I will be back, however, and to prove it, I leave you with this:

I know what you’re thinking. How does this “prove” that she will come back?

Well. The truth is… it doesn’t. I just really really love this song and must rock out to it as often as possible.

And that is, as they say, that!

Peace.