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What’s Your Religion?

  • Posted on November 28, 2009 at 3:38 pm

i nabbed this quiz/link from a pretty neat gal over at Ethiopian Adoption Journey…

so. what religion are you? if you’re bored, and you wanna take this nifty little quiz, click here and find out what the makers of this quiz have to say about your religious beliefs, and share in the comments section. :) here’s what i got…’

1. Unitarian Universalism (100%)
2. Theravada Buddhism (93%)
3. Secular Humanism (92%)
4. Liberal Quakers (81%)
5. Neo-Pagan (72%)
6. Mahayana Buddhism (70%)
7. Taoism (67%)
8. Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants (64%)
9. Nontheist (61%)
10. Hinduism (58%)
11. New Age (58%)
12. Jainism (55%)
13. Orthodox Quaker (47%)
14. Sikhism (47%)
15. Scientology (47%)
16. Reform Judaism (46%)
17. New Thought (45%)
18. Christian Science (Church of Christ, Scientist) (39%)
19. Baha’i Faith (37%)
20. Seventh Day Adventist (25%)
21. Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (Mormons) (22%)
22. Mainline to Conservative Christian/Protestant (16%)
23. Orthodox Judaism (16%)
24. Eastern Orthodox (14%)
25. Islam (14%)
26. Roman Catholic (14%)
27. Jehovah’s Witness (11%)

What Do You Want For Christmas?

  • Posted on November 27, 2009 at 8:11 pm

oh, the holidays. this year, they’ve been… weird. just kinda weird. first of all, i’m sick to death of people asking me what i want for christmas. mainly, i’m sick of MIL asking me what i want for christmas.

when people ask me that question, i’m not going to answer “i could really use some winter boots” or “i’d love some new dresses and cute tops” if i think that person has bad taste. i feel guilty when i get a gift i don’t like or want, especially if i requested it to begin with. i won’t ask for jewelry if i know that person is going to get me a gaudy piece of costume jewelry better suited for a drag queen. which is pretty much why i’m not asking for stuff like that from MIL. i can’t even pick stuff out with her around, because her bullying-dominant personality beats my timid “i don’t want to make you mad” personality into complete submission, and i end up agreeing to wear things that are better left on someone 30 years older than i.

besides, i’ve been trying to cut down on my useless clothing items this year. i’ve packed trash bag after trash bag full of clothing that i don’t wear because it doesn’t fit, or because it’s just plain fugly on me. i don’t need more pajamas, and getting nice clothing is just depressing when i never actually wear it. i already have enough clothing i long to wear sometime… i don’t need to add more to the list.

in all honesty, when she asked me what i wanted for christmas this year, i wanted to smack her and say “pay my bills. i want my flooring back. i want the last two years i wasted away living under your roof back. that’s what i want.”

it’s sad, but a person never realizes just how bad things are sometimes, until they get better. my family has been so much happier since leaving that house… it’s incredibly depressing to visit it. i look around, and i see all the new, useless shit they’ve bought and it makes me sick to my stomach. my MIL has done with MY house, the house my husband and i hammered blood and sweat into, and done all the things i wanted to do. she’s put up pretty curtains and nice bedding, and finished out all those little projects we weren’t able to do. she bought a new couch and table and… well, everything. she has a fucking toaster oven over there. a toaster oven. what the FUCK does she need a toaster oven for? she never even goes to that side of the house unless she’s installing new crap. the microwave my family uses multiple times a day is almost 10 years old, and she has a brand new toaster oven as a decoration. ugh. it pisses me off.

i basically spent thanksgiving gritting my teeth and smiling to cover up my gag reflex.

the visit itself wasn’t that bad as far as conversation goes… until we mentioned J’s dad.

we’re going to a family reunion in July for his father’s side of the family. they’ve been estranged for over 10 years, so it’s a pretty big deal for us. mainly, i want my children to meet their other great grandparents while they still can. when we broke the news to MIL, she freaked out. i think she actually took offense that we aren’t completely writing that side of J’s family off, like she did. luckily, we didn’t have to put up with defensive over-reaction for very long… i had planned on staying there longer that day to help her put up christmas decorations, but when we got there she had already done it. we were in and out within 4 hours.

my plans for making baked apples for dessert were a complete bust… she called me the night before gushing about this stupid Olive Garden cheesecake she had that she just loved. she ended up buying a whole cheesecake for dessert. i didn’t mention once that i was supposed to make dessert, and i never commented on her christmas decorations, other than the house looked nice. like i said- grit my teeth, smile like Jack Skelington, and hold my breath ’til it’s over.

that was my thanksgiving. the good news is, we got the rest of our christmas decor from the house, so we were able to put the tree up today. an entire corner of our living room is casting the soft glow of holiday spirit at me, and i LOVE it. :D

christmas decorations make me happy.

throughout the year, i often think things like “if i could, i’d make the weather partly cloudy and 80 degrees year-round”.  if i could choose a year round holiday spirit… it would be the same feeling i get from the day after thanksgiving all the way up to christmas eve. of course, part of the fun of christmas decorations is the fact that they aren’t up year round, and that they are such a nice change to the atmosphere in the house. it probably wouldn’t feel so good if i had it all the time.

so what do i want for Christmas this year? i don’t want anything. i always ask for books, but this year i have a library at my disposal, so i find myself at a complete loss for ideas for myself. it’s unreasonable to ask for a new couch, loveseat, coffee table, and carpet cleaning service… so i just want my children to have a good christmas, that’s what i want. i want to successfully pull off christmas dinner… although i have a sick feeling that MIL is going to bully her way into taking over christmas day as well. i told her i wanted to do christmas day at my house… but i caught myself half listening to her prattle on about her glorious plans and gifts she has to give on christmas day. whatever. as long as the kids are happy, right?

Thankful Thursday

  • Posted on November 26, 2009 at 7:10 pm

c’mon. you know you saw it coming; it’s thanksgiving for cryin’ out loud. having a “thankful” post is pretty much a requirement. what am i thankful for? well, i’m thankful for a lot of things. i’m not going to go into all of them because i’m currently sitting in the middle of my livingroom floor with my back against my husband, while my children play video games and crawl over the keyboard of my laptop. there’s only so much typing [and backspacing] i’m willing to do. i just won the battle with my daughter to keep my laptop computer screen up, and my dorky yet loveable hubs is trying to covertly steal my mini mouse and mess up my blogging.

anyways.

this year, i am thankful for my husband. he is a walking cliche of a good husband. he works so i can stay at home and raise the kids… and i like it that way. when i wanted to to get a job, he supported me. he even sent me flowers at work to show his support. when i wanted to quit, he supported me and even told me it was better that way. he loves me, although goodness knows why. there are so many reasons i am thankful for my husband- but going into them is near impossible, because one of the wonderful things he’s given me is currently trying to stick her fingers in my mouth and sit on my keyboard.

the other thing i’m thankful for is -you guessed it- my children. i’ve always wanted to be a mom. when i was a kid i always said i wanted to have 11 children. sure, i only managed two… but that’s okay. the two kids i have are more wonderful than i ever could have imagined. i have a perfect little family… a loving, responsible husband. a boy in elementary school, a toddler girl. my children are my light, my heart. they give me joy when it feels like there is none left in the world for me, and they give me a reason to be a better person.

i love my family so damn much. this year, i am extra doubly thankful for my family.

Webster’s Wednesday: Temerarious

  • Posted on November 25, 2009 at 5:36 pm

temerarious • \tem-uh-RAIR-ee-us\  • adjective

: marked by temerity : rashly or presumptuously daring

Example Sentence:

The brave explorer set off for the unplumbed depths of the dangerous cave with only a few supplies and one temerarious companion.

Did you know?

If you have guessed that “temerarious” may be related to the somewhat more common word “temerity,” you are correct. “Temerarious” was borrowed into English in the early 16th century from Latin “temerarius,” which in turn derives from Latin “temere,” meaning “blindly” or” recklessly.” “Temerity,” which arrived in English over a century earlier, also derives from “temere”; another descendant is the rare word “intemerate” (meaning “pure” or “undefiled”). “Temere” itself is akin to Old High German “demar,” Latin “tenebrae,” and Sanskrit “tamas,” all of which have associations with darkness.

i like this word. an author i like named one of her dragons “Temeraire”, and after this week’s issue of WW, i finally get the hidden meaning behind it. there’s something satisfying in gaining a deeper understanding in something as simple as a word. in order to gain a fuller understanding of the word, i actually had to look up “temerity”, (rashness or recklessness) because once again- my brain is absolutely fried. i’m beginning to think that despite my natural brunette locks, that my roots may actually be a light blonde in color. or maybe “blonde” is really just a state of mind, and not a hair color. either way, i’m having trouble focusing my thoughts. i’m sure you’ve noticed by my lack of blogging….and if you didn’t, that’s okay too.

anyways.

so, Temerarious. i wish i was a little more temerarious. i imagine temerarious people lead quite an interesting life. nobody ever got any good things to write about sitting on their ass at home… like me. but that’s what books are for, aren’t they? they show me a life i otherwise would never have the guts to live myself. they show me lives i wouldn’t want to live, and lives that would be impossible for me to live even if i wanted to. today, i will continue my existence living vicariously through the temerarious characters on the pages of my books.

BUT

if i could choose one world to live a temerarious life full of danger and excitement, i would choose either the magical world of Harry Dresden or Alera. Mr. Dresden lives quite an exciting life in what scifi/fantasy geeks like to call an “alternate earth fiction” or something like that. basically, it’s the world we know and love, but with magic.

Alera is the world in which Jim Butcher’s “Codex Alera” series is based in. it’s not an “alternate earth” anything- it’s just a completely different world. people are born with certain powers, and from there they live their lives. i think it would be wicked cool. sorry i’m not going into a deeper explanation. click on the link for more. (fuzzy brain, remember? maybe it’s growing mold…)

it’s possible my choices are biased, because i’m currently in the middle of re-reading the Dresden Files series, but regardless… they’re good books, with cool worlds, and temerarious characters that get themselves into a heap of amusing, dangerous situations.

what fictional character/world would you choose to live a temerarious life?

My Son’s 1st Grade Teacher

  • Posted on November 23, 2009 at 6:47 pm

i am beginning to get intensely annoyed with my son’s teacher. on one hand, i don’t want to be the annoying parent who is constantly bugging the teacher, but i am also nearing the end of my rope.

it’s always little things, but they are starting to pile up, and get worse, and eventually a little thing will turn into a big thing. like today. today was supposed to be my son’s “ready to read” club. i pick him up from school later than a normal school day. well, last friday E and i decided to walk into the school to wait for K instead of sitting in the usual pick up line outside with the rest of the cars. right now, i am very thankful that i did, because included in the dismissal announcements was a reminder that there are no “ready to read” clubs next week due to the holidays. had i not decided to walk my daughter into the school that day, i would never have heard that announcement. i would never have known to pick my son up at the normal time. i kept asking myself why they wouldn’t send a note home or something…. and then, i discovered the note stating the cancellation of the clubs in my son’s backpack today. i go through his backpack every day to look for notes just like that, so i know he didn’t get it on friday. right now i am very, very irritated at his teacher for neglecting to send that note home at the appropriate time.

it’s not just this one time either.

K came home last week, and told me that he had to turn in his turkey family project by tomorrow, and that it’s already late. turkey family project??? he never brought home a turkey family project. like i said, i go through his backpack and his papers every day.  the next day his teacher gave him another one that he was able to turn in late, but damnit i am sick of things like that happening! especially when it hurts my son.

also…

apparently, i was also supposed to bring juice to the classroom for a Thanksgiving snack time, and presentation that K’s class will be doing tomorrow. i got a “thank you” e-mail today that his teacher sent to all the parents for the juice they sent in. ??? i had no idea i was supposed to bring anything. furthermore, i had no idea there would be a Thanksgiving program in his school tomorrow! i had to e-mail her myself and ask for the details. worse? K told me that tomorrow he’s supposed to dress up like an indian for the presentation. that’s the first i’ve heard of it, and i’m not going to send him to school in an indian costume (that we don’t have anyways) without some kind of confirmation from his air-headed teacher.

his air-headed teacher who not once, but twice held students after school for their ready to read clubs on a tuesday. the club is on monday. that day, when he didn’t come out of the school with the rest of the car riders i started to get worried about him. i had to go to his classroom to find him, and explain to his teacher that the club is on monday, not tuesday. i’m sure she would have figured it out eventually… the bus riders hadn’t been dismissed yet, so most of the kids were still there. once all other kids were dismissed i’m sure another would have explained it to her- or another one of the parents looking for their kid when they didn’t come out of the school.

in another situation, i was unable to go to the parent orientation because i don’t have a babysitter for the kids, who were discouraged to go, as it was late at night. i contacted her through e-mail and asked her if it was really necessary, and she set up an appointment for me to meet her after school and pick up the information that we missed. when we got there (at the time she set up) she had totally forgotten we were supposed to be there. she continued with the orientation anyways, and ended up missing a dentist appointment she had that day. well, i think she missed it. she couldn’t remember if it was at four thirty, or four o’clock.

and then…

last friday after i picked my son up from school, i asked him how his day was and he started tearing up. i asked him what was wrong, and he told me that he lost his class today, and it scared him. i asked him what he meant, and apparently the teacher let him go to the bathroom, then LEFT with the class. she just completely forgot about my son, and went to a different classroom without telling him where they were going, or waiting on him. another teacher found him crying in the hallway. i told him that if he ever gets lost again, he can go to the front office, and they’ll find his class for him. i’m glad i told him to do that, because today he got lost on his way to the computer lab, and instead of sobbing in the hallway, he went to the office and asked them to help him. they did, and he managed to have a good day.

is it just me, or is this teacher a mess? don’t get me wrong… i think she is a good teacher. my son is learning a lot in her class, and i know it can’t be easy to get 20 students and their parents on the same page. but something as simple as dismissing the students at the proper time and sending home information before it becomes a moot point seems to be something she should be capable of doing.

unfortunately, i don’t really see a solution to the problem. it’s not like she’s doing this stuff on purpose, and for all i know K could be leaving half the notices in his desk during dismissal time… but that doesn’t make it any less irritating.

thanks for listening to my rant… there’s a whining monkey hanging on my leg right now, so i suppose i should go feed it or something. ;) peace out.

OH and one more thing. apparently “he’s supposed to practice his lines, which were sent home in his gator folder”. right. the empty folder that she sent home last friday? the EMPTY folder i got home today????? GAH!