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I am whupped already and its only one-thirty! I was up half the night with my tummy being furious - I really don’t know why. It is still all crampy and miserable today, too.
I spent about three and a half hours doing my math homework last night - it ticks me off to KNOW I am smart and can figure out all sorts of complex stuff, but as soon as you take the words out of it, I’m screwed.
Interestingly, when there are words involved (like Mr X is making this amount of payments at this interest rate, what percent of his payments are going toward his principal and if the rate were to go up to THIS, etc etc), I am usually the first person in the class to have the answer. But once the words (i.e. the logic and sense) are taken out of the problem, the numbers turn into some little puzzle.
The kind I would never be caught dead doing because they are such a freaking stupid waste of time.
I mean, if you do CROSSWORD puzzles or something, you are at least training yourself to have a bigger vocabulary and be able to spell properly.
Need I remind you that that is actually something that people NEED IN THEIR LIVES?
If you spend hours doing little puzzles with blank numbers, what are you learning that is helpful to anyone?
Uh-huh.
Anyhow, different subject. The piano teacher was here last night, and she is not used to driving in any kind of weather other than retarded 24/7 SoCal sunshine, so she was not successful in backing down the driveway.
In other words, she went sidewise into a snowbank, rather quickly, and was stuck there. TH tried valiantly to dig her out for almost two hours! and finally she got some more people to come help, and they were able to push it back up the driveway far enough to straighten out and get down right.
It was a long two hours, trying to be nice and make conversations. I made her tea and baked muffins and tried to keep the kids doing homework, etc, while stressing madly over MY homework, sitting there waiting for me to begin it.
And of course picking and shoveling ice for an hour and forty-five did a number on TH’s back, so he’s in pain today too.
But we did finally get the carpet in the piano room cleaned yesterday, where there was a horrible dog pee stain.
I truly don’t understand people who think that a dog will be eternally damaged in his/her little psyche if they have to sleep in the garage.
The stairs and landing in our garage have nice carpet on them, and it doesn’t get below forty-five or fifty in there, for panties’ sake!
But Michelynn starts hyperventilating at the very MENTION of the dogs being outside. I mean, you’d think it was her BOYFRIEND being asked to spend the night in the garage!
Which has crossed our minds, believe you me.
Hmm. I perceive that I am a bit cranky. It’s a combination of the math woes, the tummy woes, and the fact that my ex just sent me a bill for something I don’t owe.
That means, I can either pay it, or there will be a fight.
People here will either make remarks about people who fight with their exes, or will make remarks about taking the path of least resistance and not standing up for myself.
Either way, it bites.
Gonna go away and be cranky more quietly now….
posted by February 4, 2009 9:48 pm | read comments (4)
Roux
February 4th, 2009 at 11:52 pm
I dont know about the ex but dogs…well, they shouldnt be allowed to pee on carpet but I like having them around. Perhaps the ex should sleep in the garage and the dog should grab his spot on the bed. Yeah…yeah, thats what should happen.
February 5th, 2009 at 5:36 pm
Now that is busy.
your observations about math are like mine.
I like Physics and Chemistry where there is a tangible outcome to the equation. Then the math puzzles get to be really fun!!!
Bobby
February 7th, 2009 at 10:02 pm
I wouldn;t let the ex in the house never mind pee on the carpet. I am sorry to hear about the delays to your hectic to do list ( Isn;t life horrible the way it does that sometimes to teach us some lesson or other?) All these little things in 5 years will mean less than nothing. Except for the ex. Please note I suspect you need to stand up for yourself here not for any other reason but for YOU. If so, then continue because it is something YOU need.. like drawing a line that says thus far and no farther.. BUT there come s a time where the only way to win is not to play. You will know when that is. Maggs
February 8th, 2009 at 1:07 pm
Only just seen this one, which made me burst out laughing:
I mean, you’d think it was her BOYFRIEND being asked to spend the night in the garage!
Which has crossed our minds, believe you me.