Your Fortune Is

Just because men have one, doesn’t mean they have to be one.

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What Classic Movie Are You?
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Your Fortune Is

Just because men have one, doesn’t mean they have to be one.

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What Classic Movie Are You?
personality tests by similarminds.com

My own little world.

I’m sick of living in everyone else’s world. Dammit! It’s my turn.

You all are invited to live in my world. In this world, there is no dream too big, no shoe too small, no blue eyeshadow, and no bad advice.

In my world, there’s no homework or bad grades.

If your ass is the size of Texas (she says, looking behind her) you’re not only welcomed, but revered.

Ah yes. I love my world. Who’s with me?
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Okay, on to another topic.

Yesterday, I told you all about my dilemma with my first born.

Hubby and I briefly discussed punishments/rewards/solutions yesterday before I headed home to deal with the issue. I told him that since Ian currently had an F in Math that I felt he shouldn’t plan in his last soccer game (which is next week) and he shouldn’t play Flag Football until that grade is back at a C or higher.

He said, “Okay.”

Now, I interpreted “Okay” to mean, “I agree.”

Appparently, “Okay” meant, “I don’t want to argue about it.”

Hmmmm.

So now, he’s asking me if I’m not sending Ian a mixed message because I’ve always said it isn’t fair to punish the team by not allowing a child to play if he’s grounded. And I still stand by that–I don’t take team sports away as punishment, normally.

BUT! HE HAS AN F!

In Jr. High and High School, he wouldn’t be allowed to play with that grade…so who’s sending the mixed message?

Before I forget–Thank you to my dear friend and former college roommate, PamPam (Pamela Kahler), for sending me all that great information and parenting tips.

My own little world.

I’m sick of living in everyone else’s world. Dammit! It’s my turn.

You all are invited to live in my world. In this world, there is no dream too big, no shoe too small, no blue eyeshadow, and no bad advice.

In my world, there’s no homework or bad grades.

If your ass is the size of Texas (she says, looking behind her) you’re not only welcomed, but revered.

Ah yes. I love my world. Who’s with me?
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Okay, on to another topic.

Yesterday, I told you all about my dilemma with my first born.

Hubby and I briefly discussed punishments/rewards/solutions yesterday before I headed home to deal with the issue. I told him that since Ian currently had an F in Math that I felt he shouldn’t plan in his last soccer game (which is next week) and he shouldn’t play Flag Football until that grade is back at a C or higher.

He said, “Okay.”

Now, I interpreted “Okay” to mean, “I agree.”

Appparently, “Okay” meant, “I don’t want to argue about it.”

Hmmmm.

So now, he’s asking me if I’m not sending Ian a mixed message because I’ve always said it isn’t fair to punish the team by not allowing a child to play if he’s grounded. And I still stand by that–I don’t take team sports away as punishment, normally.

BUT! HE HAS AN F!

In Jr. High and High School, he wouldn’t be allowed to play with that grade…so who’s sending the mixed message?

Before I forget–Thank you to my dear friend and former college roommate, PamPam (Pamela Kahler), for sending me all that great information and parenting tips.

It really only gets good right before the tribes merge…but tonight was pretty enlightening.

Poor Brianna. (pictured) She just wasn’t woman enough for the competition. What a dumbass. How many times during the immunity challenge did she have to be told to GO TO THE BALL! OMG. Honestly. She deserved to get shitcanned.

Her puny little excuse, “I didn’t understand what she meant when she said ‘pick’. I don’t know basketball.”

You don’t know basketball? Then why did you pick (snort) the Seattle Sonics as your favorite sports team? Last time I checked, they were a BASKETBALL TEAM.

DUMBASS.

Lydia impressed me again, tonight. Last week, it was her work ethic that had me pulling for her–this week it was her gumption. No, she wasn’t the best player in the immunity challenge; not even close. BUT, she gave it her all. And THAT’s all I care about.

Jamie, Jamie, Jamie. Just take your shirt off and shut up.

I like this cast of characters. I still love Stephenie–though her whining about always being a loser is grating on my nerves some…but I’m still pulling for her. She kicks ass.

I really like the Yaxha team. I’m pulling for them…I hope they can survive these last two tribal councils.

It really only gets good right before the tribes merge…but tonight was pretty enlightening.

Poor Brianna. (pictured) She just wasn’t woman enough for the competition. What a dumbass. How many times during the immunity challenge did she have to be told to GO TO THE BALL! OMG. Honestly. She deserved to get shitcanned.

Her puny little excuse, “I didn’t understand what she meant when she said ‘pick’. I don’t know basketball.”

You don’t know basketball? Then why did you pick (snort) the Seattle Sonics as your favorite sports team? Last time I checked, they were a BASKETBALL TEAM.

DUMBASS.

Lydia impressed me again, tonight. Last week, it was her work ethic that had me pulling for her–this week it was her gumption. No, she wasn’t the best player in the immunity challenge; not even close. BUT, she gave it her all. And THAT’s all I care about.

Jamie, Jamie, Jamie. Just take your shirt off and shut up.

I like this cast of characters. I still love Stephenie–though her whining about always being a loser is grating on my nerves some…but I’m still pulling for her. She kicks ass.

I really like the Yaxha team. I’m pulling for them…I hope they can survive these last two tribal councils.

I have a child who isn’t motivated by ANYTHING. He’s having trouble in school…not turning in homework, doing poorly on tests, doodling instead of taking notes, etc. (he’s a lot like me, actually…but school came much easier to me than it does to him)

I need help.

Tonight, if I don’t beat him into submission, I’m going to have to figure out how to snap him to attention.

We’ve offered to pay him– $10 for every A on his report card; $5 for Bs and nothing for Cs…anything lower, and he owes us money. He seemed excited about this and we thought–YAY! WE FOUND HIS MOTIVATION. Since we made this deal, he’s missed 3 homework assignments. ARGH!

Should I promise him a trip to wherever he wants to go if he straightens up? Should I beat the snot outta him? Should I just ignore it and hope it’ll go away?

The teacher is asking for advice–unfortunately, I have none to give. Sigh.

I love Wednesdays; don’t you?

Is it any wonder that Wednesdays are called hump day?

I love Wednesdays; don’t you?

Is it any wonder that Wednesdays are called hump day?