Maria will be disappointed I’m not blogging about Survivor today. I just don’t have it in me. Go read her blog–she said all there is to say. Except for the part about Stephenie…I actually feel sorry for her. Plus, I think they are editing the show to make her look like a whiney baby. I don’t think she’s whining nearly as much as they are making us think. (Of course, I don’t see how Maria likes Jack on Lost. He’s a bigger whiner than Steph. I guess maybe it’s because he’s easier for her to look at.)

I have been in a mood for a couple of weeks now. It’s really hard to deal with because it’s affecting my writing. It’s hard to even open the MS much less get anything down.

I’m downright depressed over my son’s academia issues. We’re going to have him tested, though we’re pretty sure if he’s suffering from any learning disability it’s very mild and can only be dealt with through retraining the kid as well as ourselves. We’re up for that, though I’ll tell ya, it’s going to be hard.

My friend, Jennifer, recommended a book by Mel Levine, A MIND AT A TIME. I’ve ordered it and can’t wait to read it. She says it will really help me see things differently and it gives examples of how to tackle each issue. I need examples.

One thing that I’m discovering is the absurd grading scale our school district has. What ever happened to the 4.0 scale? You know, the one we had in college? Doesn’t it seem strange that Cs are supposed to represent the average grade and yet they only allow for a 8 point range? And Ds are a 5 point range.

93-100 A
85-92 B
76-84 C
70-75 D
69 and below F

I know this isn’t “standard” grading. Mississippi doesn’t have a standard, across the state, grading scale. Some school districts are on the 4.0 scale. (90-100, 80-89, 70-79, 60-69, 59 below) Some are slightly different from our district…

Some states do have a standard grading scale across the state…so if a kid moves from one district to another, then they know what to expect grade wise. Maybe there should be a standard grading scale across the nation. That would at least help the kids know what to expect…and it certainly wouldn’t change the testing scores, since those are completely different from the school grades.

Either way, when a 75 is considered a D, that is a problem. At least in my opinion.

I’m not trying to make it easier on my son. (maybe easier on me!) but I am trying to make it at least fair. In college, if he had a 75, he’d be a strong C student. No, it’s not great. Yes, if I had ever brought home a C I’d have been killed–but we’re not talking about me…we’re talking about a kid who is struggling to pass some of his classes for the first time ever.

Okay, this is turning into a long, rambling blog. Sorry. But it’s my little spot in cyberspace and I’ll be long and rambly if I want. I try to be happy and there for everybody when they need me. I do a pretty damn good job of it too, most of the time. But now, it’s my turn. So, if you don’t like it, don’t read. LOL

So, we’re going to have Ian tested, but the more and more feedback we get from the teachers, the more we wonder if he isn’t slightly ADD. (Attention Defecit Disorder) Yes, there is an easy fix to that, but I’m not one of those who likes to run out and get a pill for every problem that exists. However, at this point, I’m just about ready to try anything.

And, frankly, I’m tired of worrying myself sick about it.

I love Hurley. I knew he was hero material. What a great guy.

And just because I’m in love, I’m posting yet another picture of Sawyer.
This just in:

LOST Actor and wife robbed at gun point.

I love Hurley. I knew he was hero material. What a great guy.

And just because I’m in love, I’m posting yet another picture of Sawyer.
This just in:

LOST Actor and wife robbed at gun point.

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.