There's a lot going on in my world - nothing earth shattering but it's a busy time nonetheless.
Winter is back. Highs today in the 30's. Cold weather makes me want to eat soup.
A friend of mine, another single mom, has a daughter who sees numbers always in color.I had heard of that before and I Googled it, and posted a link for her to a story from ABC News about synesthesia. It's actually pretty cool.A lot of geniuses have it.
My friend had originally posted about having difficulty helping her third grader with math. I can so relate - math teachers keep changing the way we teach kids and there's no consistency. Why don't they stick with what works?! When I was in 4th grade, a classmate explained to me a way of doing math in my head, and I can do basic math very quickly. I see the numbers in my mind. I don't know what that's called... a trick?!
I also see the days of the week and the months of the year as shapes, in my mind.
I posted an interesting article on my friend James' website about whether or not it is advisable to videotape the police. There have been some recent cases where people have videotaped arrests on their cell phones and gotten in trouble. There are First Amendment rights at stake but you also don't want to get thrown in jail. No easy answers there.
Went to a meeting at school last night for the parents of tennis team members. for the next couple of months Michael will have tennis every day after school, and 1 or 2 matches every week. Fortunately most matches are at our home courts.
I have a job interview today for a writing position. Say a prayer or send good energy for me, please!
I took Coco to the vet yesterday because they trim her nails. Michael walked in with her in his arms, and she looks so cute that way. The girls in the vet's office all know her and are sweet to her. They were ooing and aaahing and Coco wagged her tail and... threw up. Right there in front of them. They grabbed a towel and took it in stride.
I noticed they clipped her nails awfully quickly yesterday...
This is a funny [below] that I've seen before many times but it still makes me laugh so I thought I'd share:
Cat Lover or Not, this is funny !
We've all had trouble with our animals, but I don't think anyone can top this one:
Calling
in sick to work makes me uncomfortable. No matter how legitimate my
excuse, I always get the feeling that my boss thinks I'm lying.
On
one recent occasion, I had a valid reason but lied anyway, because the
truth was just too darned humiliating. I simply mentioned that I had
sustained a head injury, and I hoped I would feel up to coming in the
next day. By then, I reasoned, I could think up a doozy to explain the
bandage on the top of my head. The accident occurred mainly because I
had given in to my wife's wishes to adopt a cute little kitty.
Initially, the new acquisition was no problem.
Then one morning, I was taking my shower after breakfast when I heard my wife, Deb, call out to me from the kitchen.
'Honey! The garbage disposal is dead again. Please come reset it.'
'You know where the button is,' I protested through the shower pitter-patter and steam. 'Reset it yourself!'
'But I'm scared!' she persisted. 'What if it starts going and sucks me in?'
There was a meaningful pause and then, 'C'mon, it'll only take you a second.'
So
out I came, dripping wet and butt naked, hoping that my silent outraged
nudity would make a statement about how I perceived her behavior as
extremely cowardly.
Sighing
loudly, I squatted down and stuck my head under the sink to find the
button.. It is the last action I remember performing.
It
struck without warning, and without any respect to my circumstances. No,
it wasn't the hexed disposal, drawing me into its gnashing metal teeth.
It was our new kitty, who discovered the fascinating dangling objects
she spied hanging between my legs. She had been poised around the corner
and stalked me as I reached under the sink. And, at the precise moment
when I was most vulnerable, she leapt at the toys I unwittingly offered
and snagged them with her needle-like claws. I lost all rational thought
to control orderly bodily movements, blindly rising at a violent rate
of speed, with the full weight of a kitten hanging from my masculine
region.
Wild
animals are sometimes faced with a 'fight or flight' syndrome. Men, in
this predicament, choose only the 'flight' option. I know this from
experience. I was fleeing straight up into the air when the sink and
cabinet bluntly and forcefully impeded my ascent.
The impact knocked me out cold.
When I awoke, my wife and the paramedics stood over me.
Now
there are not many things in this life worse than finding oneself lying
on the kitchen floor butt naked in front of a group of 'been-there,
done-that' paramedics.
Even
worse, having been fully briefed by my wife, the paramedics were all
snorting loudly as they tried to conduct their work, all the while
trying to suppress their hysterical laughter......and not succeeding.
Somehow
I lived through it all. A few days later I finally made it back in to
the office, where colleagues tried to coax an explanation out of me
about my head injury. I kept silent, claiming it was too painful to talk
about, which it was.
'What's the matter?' They all asked, 'Cat got your tongue?'
If they only knew!
