November 19, 2009
I am absolutely FED UP with homework. Sick to death of it. I can’t tell you how many hours I’ve spent writing a stupid case analysis on the 3M Company. The firm is pretty cool. It came up with Scotch tape and Thinsulate and Post-It Notes. But there’s only so many times you can write the word “innovation” in one paper before you want to just beat yourself silly with your textbook.
November 16, 2009
This morning as I carried Zozer through the rain into school, we sang together:
November 4, 2009
Zoe has been playing a game in the car, where she holds out a certain number of fingers and asks me to remember (guess, actually, but she calls it remember) how many she has. I don’t have the rearview mirror tilted to where I can see her, so it really is a guessing game. She gets a big kick out of it, so I play along.
October 28, 2009
Dear God,
October 22, 2009
Don’t you love it when, a mere four days after you buy an ungodly expensive computer, the company releases an even better model with a bigger screen and a wireless mouse and keyboard standard AND prices it two hundred bucks less than what you just paid? Yeah, I love that, too. As I’m sure do the fine folks at the Apple store who received a phone call from me today. “Ummm, can you help me out here?” Thankfully, we’re within the 2-week return policy, so my new iMac will be packed up, taken back, and exchanged for an even newer iMac that costs less. Go figure.
October 17, 2009
Well, I’ve just done my part to stimulate the economy.
October 14, 2009
Zoe finds all kinds of excuses to get out of bed after we’ve put her down. Drinks of water, potty runs, I can’t find Hootie, I’m hot, etc. All the usual reasons kids have used through the ages.
October 11, 2009
It turns out that if you cry and vacuum at the same time, two things happen:
October 8, 2009
When can I go? I’m ready to go. I’m ready for this.
October 7, 2009
I eat when I am stressed.
I eat everything. And a lot of it.
I snack and nosh and a little of this and a lot of that.
And then my pants get tight.
Which means, okay, I’ve put on a little weight.
“I’ll get to it after graduation,” I tell myself.
“I have too much going on to worry about that now.”
But then there’s the realization that I can’t even take comfort in buying some new Fat Pants.
Because I don’t have time to go shopping for new Fat Pants.
So now I have Fat Pants stress.
And I eat when I am stressed.