Thanks to my dear VV for tagging me.

1) Delve into your blog archive.
2) Find your 23rd Post (or closest to it).
3) Find the fifth sentence (or the closest to it).
4) Post the text of the sentence in your blog. Ponder it for meaning, subtext or hidden agendas.
5) Tag three people to do the same.

All right, here goes.

Then I took a shower and went to lunch with the fam after they got back from mass (Non-Catholic here living among the holy).

Um. yeah. how’s this for pondering:

I’m not Catholic. I shower. I eat lunch.

Pretty fucking boring.

So, I decided I should look at my VERY first blog…(over at RWA Online…my “practice” blog)

My 23rd entry/5th sentence:

Well, let me tell you….I couldn’t talk after my first beer.

Hehe. This one is so much more fun than the other. What should I say? How can I wax poetic about a statement as eloquent as that?

Now, it’s my turn:

Sigh. Who can I tag?

I’m tagging Maria. She can go back to her “practice” blog if she wants to get to 23.

Gina Black and AE Rought.

Thanks to my dear VV for tagging me.

1) Delve into your blog archive.
2) Find your 23rd Post (or closest to it).
3) Find the fifth sentence (or the closest to it).
4) Post the text of the sentence in your blog. Ponder it for meaning, subtext or hidden agendas.
5) Tag three people to do the same.

All right, here goes.

Then I took a shower and went to lunch with the fam after they got back from mass (Non-Catholic here living among the holy).

Um. yeah. how’s this for pondering:

I’m not Catholic. I shower. I eat lunch.

Pretty fucking boring.

So, I decided I should look at my VERY first blog…(over at RWA Online…my “practice” blog)

My 23rd entry/5th sentence:

Well, let me tell you….I couldn’t talk after my first beer.

Hehe. This one is so much more fun than the other. What should I say? How can I wax poetic about a statement as eloquent as that?

Now, it’s my turn:

Sigh. Who can I tag?

I’m tagging Maria. She can go back to her “practice” blog if she wants to get to 23.

Gina Black and AE Rought.

I promised Nadia I’d go work out tonight. And I’m going.

BUT I DON’T WANT TO.

Dammit.

I’m cranky this afternoon. I was perfectly happy earlier, but now, I’m just one big cesspool of crank. Hmph. Maybe it’s because I work in an environment that is full of total mind-melded idiots. Maybe it’s because I haven’t written anything in 6 days and really need to. Maybe it’s because I’m really upset over my son’s grades and his apparent desire to repeat 6th grade. (though he adamently denies he wants to repeat the grade, you wouldn’t know it by looking at his scores) Grrrrrrr. I’m looking into tutors as we speak.

Maybe it’s because sometimes, I just feel like swimming in a cesspool of crankiness. I wish Smart Bitches would post another man-titty post. Those make me laugh. Hmm. That’s kinda freeing. MAN-TITTY. MAN-TITTY. MAN-TITTY. heh. I just made myself laugh. I almost feel better.

On a good note, LOST is on tonight! Whoohoo! Sawyer and Sayid…here I come. Maybe they’ll make me feel better. I just hope Jack’s whine fest is over because obviously, I’m not in the mood for it.

I promised Nadia I’d go work out tonight. And I’m going.

BUT I DON’T WANT TO.

Dammit.

I’m cranky this afternoon. I was perfectly happy earlier, but now, I’m just one big cesspool of crank. Hmph. Maybe it’s because I work in an environment that is full of total mind-melded idiots. Maybe it’s because I haven’t written anything in 6 days and really need to. Maybe it’s because I’m really upset over my son’s grades and his apparent desire to repeat 6th grade. (though he adamently denies he wants to repeat the grade, you wouldn’t know it by looking at his scores) Grrrrrrr. I’m looking into tutors as we speak.

Maybe it’s because sometimes, I just feel like swimming in a cesspool of crankiness. I wish Smart Bitches would post another man-titty post. Those make me laugh. Hmm. That’s kinda freeing. MAN-TITTY. MAN-TITTY. MAN-TITTY. heh. I just made myself laugh. I almost feel better.

On a good note, LOST is on tonight! Whoohoo! Sawyer and Sayid…here I come. Maybe they’ll make me feel better. I just hope Jack’s whine fest is over because obviously, I’m not in the mood for it.

I’ve been chastised by my hubby. Apparently he was unaware that cookie dough ranked above him in my list of favorite things. I did say “things” and not “people”. Sheesh.

So, to make it up to my beloved, he is the Hottie du jour:And the other hottie pictured is my friend DeeDee. (Hi Dee!) She’s another one of those people I love and is today’s Hottie du jour BONUS!

Halloween’s a comin’ and we still haven’t decorated or bought costumes.

I have one rule this year: No Ninjas.

I’ve never had a costume rule before. But I have to enact the No Ninja rule this year. First of all, all our halloween pictures look the same. Rader has been a ninja 4 years in a row. Ian has been a ninja of sorts at least 4 times.

But, Halloween is only once a year, you say. If they want to be a ninjas, let them be ninjas.

Sigh. Yes. Halloween is only once a year. But these damn ninja costumes seem to last forever. And swords do too. So, I wake up to sword fighting and yelling every weekend. Then comes the “YOU ALMOST POKED MY EYE OUT YOU IDJIT” arguments. Then comes the “Mom, we were just playing, and it was an accident, and we didn’t mean to do it…well, I didn’t do it, Ian did…” “Did NOT!” “DiD too” “DID NOT, IDJIT” “Did TOO FART FACE!”

So. No Ninjas.

Here is the conversation with Rader the day I enacted the rule:

Me: Alright guys. No Ninjas this year. Pick something scary.
Rader: How ’bout a scary ninja.
Me: No Ninjas.
Rader: How about a dragon slayer with a sword and a black mask.
Me: sounds like a ninja
Rader: Well, how about a martial artist
Me: Ninja.
Rader: How about Jackie Chan’s body guard.
Me: Ninja.
Rader: How about…
Me: How about I pick out your costume.
Rader: How about a kid in black pajamas with Nun-chucks.
Me: Sounds a lot like a ninja.
Rader: What if I’m a ninja-in-training?
Me: Nope. That’s a ninja.

And it goes on and on and on.

i’m literally crying over my son’s 6th grade math.

i don’t get it.

Lisa and her uber-smart hubby Josh explained this problem to me and I still don’t get it. (thanks guys for trying. I really appreciate it.)

My husband would get it, but he’s playing soccer. So, I’m reading the problem over and over and I’m just as lost now (maybe even more so) than I was before.

I honestly think it’s a mental thing. I always hated math as a kid. I did fine until Algebra, then I started screwing the pooch. So, now I think I have this total mental breakdown when it comes to any math.

The only problem now is, I can’t help my son. How can I expect him to pass this class if I can’t?

i’m literally crying over my son’s 6th grade math.

i don’t get it.

Lisa and her uber-smart hubby Josh explained this problem to me and I still don’t get it. (thanks guys for trying. I really appreciate it.)

My husband would get it, but he’s playing soccer. So, I’m reading the problem over and over and I’m just as lost now (maybe even more so) than I was before.

I honestly think it’s a mental thing. I always hated math as a kid. I did fine until Algebra, then I started screwing the pooch. So, now I think I have this total mental breakdown when it comes to any math.

The only problem now is, I can’t help my son. How can I expect him to pass this class if I can’t?