I had a math test last night. I really don't like my math teacher very much. I mean she's nice and all... but it's like she doesn't take the class seriously. She doesn't seem to care if anyone does well. I'm holding on to an A by a string... and I'm doing the best in the class. That shouldn't be. Someone in the class should know what is going on. Before class we all sit around and complain about how our teacher doesn't explain anything. She goes through the material so fast that when I leave the class I don't have any clue what we were talking about. I just spend the class writing feverishly... my hand a blur, eraser dust flying everywhere. Then when I get home, my notes don't even mean anything. And have you ever tried to learn Math out of a text book. Impossible.
But either way... it's almost done. I only have three more classes, and only the final is left. Sigh. I can't friggin wait!
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Say Cheese
I took Connor to get his pictures taken on Monday.
You: Hey Ashley, are these his 3 year old pictures? Didn't he turn 3 like 3 months ago?
Me: Yes, shut up.
He had himself a brand new haircut and I had a coupon. So off we went. He was so cute. I dressed him some navy blue shorts and a baseball looking shirt, with a backwards baseball hat. I love the backwards hat on him. So we go in the little room and he was kinda freaked out. He did every little thing the photographer asked him to do... put your hands in your pockets, sit down, lay down, stand here, he did it all with no problems. But he wouldn't smile. Mr. Serious.
Frog on the photographers head. No reaction. Dancing frog. No reaction. Flying frog. No reaction. Tickling Mommy with frog. Very funny! So that's what we did. She would pose him and then I would scream in delight while a stranger tickled me with a stuffed frog. The things they make us do.
Which he knew exactly what he was doing. He would look at me while I was being tickled and then as soon as he started laughing he would look at the camera so she could take his picture. Smarty pants.
You: Hey Ashley, are these his 3 year old pictures? Didn't he turn 3 like 3 months ago?
Me: Yes, shut up.
He had himself a brand new haircut and I had a coupon. So off we went. He was so cute. I dressed him some navy blue shorts and a baseball looking shirt, with a backwards baseball hat. I love the backwards hat on him. So we go in the little room and he was kinda freaked out. He did every little thing the photographer asked him to do... put your hands in your pockets, sit down, lay down, stand here, he did it all with no problems. But he wouldn't smile. Mr. Serious.
Frog on the photographers head. No reaction. Dancing frog. No reaction. Flying frog. No reaction. Tickling Mommy with frog. Very funny! So that's what we did. She would pose him and then I would scream in delight while a stranger tickled me with a stuffed frog. The things they make us do.
Which he knew exactly what he was doing. He would look at me while I was being tickled and then as soon as he started laughing he would look at the camera so she could take his picture. Smarty pants.
Friday, April 17, 2009
We were "that" family
So no sinus infection. I think I was just sick, and maybe the wind was kicking up some serious allergies. But I woke up Thursday (the day of the drs. appointment) feeling about 75% better. And I'm pretty sure that you aren't going to feel better from a sinus infection just like that. So I canceled.
Larry is working late tonight, which I hate. I mean, extra money is good, but alllll day alone with the kids gives me visions of running away. Ok, maybe not running away.... but I do take an extra long time to get into the drivers seat after strapping the kids into the car. If you see me sitting on the tailgate of the van, rest assured it's because I need to tie my shoe or something and NOT because its the only place in the whole world where I can get away from the kids for a half a second.
To break up the insanity I decided to take the kids to "Chick-a-lay" for dinner. BIG MISTAKE. I'm never going there again. Besides the fact that a meal there doesn't come close to filling me up, Connor never eats. I have thrown away my last kids meal from there. But that isn't why it was a mistake. Connor was horrible. HORRIBLE! He is normally good in public but OMG I wanted to die. He was yelling, and running around like a hooligan, not listening to me AT ALL. I even took him outside and gave him a talking to, which did a whole nothing. Well, no... he did walk quietly back to the table and picked up a french fry and put it in the ketchup. He ever actually ate it since misbehaving got in the way. But we got that far. I was so embarrassed. We left the second I was done with my food. It was a total waste of gas and money.
He screamed the whole way home and then went straight to time out. It took him 13 minutes to do a 3 minute time out. He is now sitting on the couch in a Sponge Bob trance and will be going to bed shortly. I will be doing 20 minutes on the elliptical machine to try to work the adrenaline through my system... cause right now I pretty much want to kill someone.
Larry is working late tonight, which I hate. I mean, extra money is good, but alllll day alone with the kids gives me visions of running away. Ok, maybe not running away.... but I do take an extra long time to get into the drivers seat after strapping the kids into the car. If you see me sitting on the tailgate of the van, rest assured it's because I need to tie my shoe or something and NOT because its the only place in the whole world where I can get away from the kids for a half a second.
To break up the insanity I decided to take the kids to "Chick-a-lay" for dinner. BIG MISTAKE. I'm never going there again. Besides the fact that a meal there doesn't come close to filling me up, Connor never eats. I have thrown away my last kids meal from there. But that isn't why it was a mistake. Connor was horrible. HORRIBLE! He is normally good in public but OMG I wanted to die. He was yelling, and running around like a hooligan, not listening to me AT ALL. I even took him outside and gave him a talking to, which did a whole nothing. Well, no... he did walk quietly back to the table and picked up a french fry and put it in the ketchup. He ever actually ate it since misbehaving got in the way. But we got that far. I was so embarrassed. We left the second I was done with my food. It was a total waste of gas and money.
He screamed the whole way home and then went straight to time out. It took him 13 minutes to do a 3 minute time out. He is now sitting on the couch in a Sponge Bob trance and will be going to bed shortly. I will be doing 20 minutes on the elliptical machine to try to work the adrenaline through my system... cause right now I pretty much want to kill someone.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
The trees are dancing!
You know how Connor loves music. We think it's something he will have an interest in as he gets older. I'm not saying I think he is going go grow up and win American Idol or anything like that, although that would be really cool, I'm just saying that I think he has a special ear for it. If he grows up to do something involved with music I will tell stories about how he has always loved music.
Stop me if I've told this story before... but you know how Rascal Flats sings the theme song to the movie Cars? Every time that song comes on the radio Connor announces "It's Lightning McQueen!". Well, one day another Rascal Flats song came on and Connor said "This isn't Lightning, Mommy. This isn't Lightning." I thought that was amazingly smart. He actually knew the two songs were from the same people. I was impressed.
Today we were in the car, and the radio was on of course. It's windy and Connor said "Look Mommy! The trees are dancing!" Awwww. The magic of being 3. Of course the trees are dancing. Why wouldn't they be?
Stop me if I've told this story before... but you know how Rascal Flats sings the theme song to the movie Cars? Every time that song comes on the radio Connor announces "It's Lightning McQueen!". Well, one day another Rascal Flats song came on and Connor said "This isn't Lightning, Mommy. This isn't Lightning." I thought that was amazingly smart. He actually knew the two songs were from the same people. I was impressed.
Today we were in the car, and the radio was on of course. It's windy and Connor said "Look Mommy! The trees are dancing!" Awwww. The magic of being 3. Of course the trees are dancing. Why wouldn't they be?
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
My eyeballs hurt
I think I have a sinus infection. My eyeballs hurt.
It all started about a week ago when I woke up dizzy. The alarm went off in the morning and the room was spinning before I had even opened my eyes. I was telling a friend about it and she pointed at me and said "You have a sinus infection." I didn't believe her. She asked me a bunch of questions. "Do your teeth hurt? Do you have a headache?" No, no, I'm fine.
But it planted the seed. Do I have a headache? Is that a headache? I think I do have one. Maybe. Do my teeth hurt? Kinda. Maybe. Do they always feel like that, or is that new? I don't know.
So for a week I went back and forth... One minute I'm just sure that I'm suffering from the worst sinus infection known to man, the next minute I'm perfectly fine.
I have an appointment on Thursday to find out if I'm the worlds best hypochondriac or if I do in fact have an infection in my face. You would think you would know that kind of thing. There shouldn't be any wondering. Either you have an infection in your face or you don't. Doesn't seem like something like that would be able to slip by.
It all started about a week ago when I woke up dizzy. The alarm went off in the morning and the room was spinning before I had even opened my eyes. I was telling a friend about it and she pointed at me and said "You have a sinus infection." I didn't believe her. She asked me a bunch of questions. "Do your teeth hurt? Do you have a headache?" No, no, I'm fine.
But it planted the seed. Do I have a headache? Is that a headache? I think I do have one. Maybe. Do my teeth hurt? Kinda. Maybe. Do they always feel like that, or is that new? I don't know.
So for a week I went back and forth... One minute I'm just sure that I'm suffering from the worst sinus infection known to man, the next minute I'm perfectly fine.
I have an appointment on Thursday to find out if I'm the worlds best hypochondriac or if I do in fact have an infection in my face. You would think you would know that kind of thing. There shouldn't be any wondering. Either you have an infection in your face or you don't. Doesn't seem like something like that would be able to slip by.
Monday, April 6, 2009
I just need to spin around in it one more time!
The other day I was in the living room either watching TV or on the computer... or both. And Maddy comes in and says she wants to go to Disneyland from April 9th through the 12th. I laughed and asked why. She said (complete with over-the-top hand gestures) it was because all the Disney characters were going to be on ice. A quick Google search revealed that Disney on Ice was, in fact, coming to Phoenix. So as a reward for her great grades, I got tickets for her and I for this Saturday
As an added bonus I took her to Target and let her pick out a fancy new dress. And by fancy I mean FAN-CY! All the Easter dresses were there, so we had plenty of extra fancy dresses to choose from. In true Ashley shopping style I grabbed one of everything in her size and headed for the dressing room. This is where the patience comes into play. Oh Lord almighty. I hate shopping. I really hate shopping for someone else. But I bit my tongue because this was supposed to be fun her. I let her twirl around for 5 minutes in each and every dress. Because I remember being 7. I know that being able to get a good twirl in a dress is of #1 importance. Color, style, comfort, and price are all a far distant second. Price especially, as evidenced by the fact that she was able to pick out the most expensive dress in the store.
It pains me to spend money on a dress she is only going to wear once. But it's part of the deal. We are both going to get dressed up fancy and go spend a night on the town. Should be fun.
As an added bonus I took her to Target and let her pick out a fancy new dress. And by fancy I mean FAN-CY! All the Easter dresses were there, so we had plenty of extra fancy dresses to choose from. In true Ashley shopping style I grabbed one of everything in her size and headed for the dressing room. This is where the patience comes into play. Oh Lord almighty. I hate shopping. I really hate shopping for someone else. But I bit my tongue because this was supposed to be fun her. I let her twirl around for 5 minutes in each and every dress. Because I remember being 7. I know that being able to get a good twirl in a dress is of #1 importance. Color, style, comfort, and price are all a far distant second. Price especially, as evidenced by the fact that she was able to pick out the most expensive dress in the store.
It pains me to spend money on a dress she is only going to wear once. But it's part of the deal. We are both going to get dressed up fancy and go spend a night on the town. Should be fun.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Not a job I would want to have
You know what job seems way easier than it actually is (I assume)?
Doctor's office appointment maker.
It seems like a fairly easy job. Answer the phone, make appointments, get off the phone.
"Thank you for calling Dr. Shmocker's office. How can I help you?"
"Yes, I'd like to make an appointment with Dr. Shmocker."
"Great. I have Friday at 1:30 available."
"No, that won't work. Do you have anything after 3:00"
"I have a 4:30 next Tuesday, does that work for you?"
"Yes, that would be fine."
"Ok, great. We will see you next Tuesday at 4:30. Have a great day!"
"Bye."
Ok, yeah there might be some name getting and what not... but it seems like that would be the basics. Except for the very last question they always ask... "What is this appointment for?" UG. That is the question I would hate to have to ask. I always feel bad for them when they ask me that one. I try to keep it short and sweet, but you know not everyone does. You know that half the people go into this hour long explaination of exactly what ails 'em. Every stinking detail of their medical history to this poor poor Dr's office appointment maker. Poor poor $10 an hour Dr's office appointment maker doesn't want to listen to the history of your rash. Or your dialated pupils. Or your fast heart beat. Or your dizzy spells. Or your migranes. Or whatever else you got goin' on.
I bring this up because I went to the Dr today to get the last freeze on my warts. I called to make my appointment dreading the question "What is the appointment for?" I knew it was coming. We had agreed on a time and date and then she asked it. Arg.
"Its for another treatment on my WARTS" I made sure to emphasize the word "warts" and then I gave her a thumbs up, even though we were on the phone.
Doctor's office appointment maker.
It seems like a fairly easy job. Answer the phone, make appointments, get off the phone.
"Thank you for calling Dr. Shmocker's office. How can I help you?"
"Yes, I'd like to make an appointment with Dr. Shmocker."
"Great. I have Friday at 1:30 available."
"No, that won't work. Do you have anything after 3:00"
"I have a 4:30 next Tuesday, does that work for you?"
"Yes, that would be fine."
"Ok, great. We will see you next Tuesday at 4:30. Have a great day!"
"Bye."
Ok, yeah there might be some name getting and what not... but it seems like that would be the basics. Except for the very last question they always ask... "What is this appointment for?" UG. That is the question I would hate to have to ask. I always feel bad for them when they ask me that one. I try to keep it short and sweet, but you know not everyone does. You know that half the people go into this hour long explaination of exactly what ails 'em. Every stinking detail of their medical history to this poor poor Dr's office appointment maker. Poor poor $10 an hour Dr's office appointment maker doesn't want to listen to the history of your rash. Or your dialated pupils. Or your fast heart beat. Or your dizzy spells. Or your migranes. Or whatever else you got goin' on.
I bring this up because I went to the Dr today to get the last freeze on my warts. I called to make my appointment dreading the question "What is the appointment for?" I knew it was coming. We had agreed on a time and date and then she asked it. Arg.
"Its for another treatment on my WARTS" I made sure to emphasize the word "warts" and then I gave her a thumbs up, even though we were on the phone.
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