Get Out of My Sandbox

Get Out of My Sandbox

I do not work well with others. Generally I find people annoying, so having to rely on them to complete a task is a real chore for me. I am in school again, and the program I am in apparently requires me to work with others quite a bit. I have collaborated well for the most part. I haven't lost my shit on anyone...yet... but some projects are more difficult than others. Group papers are especially challenging. I have come to the conclusion that in any group paper situation, when the group consists of more than three people, you end up with a problematic character.  I had a group paper last semester which was...

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Die, Die My Darling

Die, Die My Darling

While boating the other day, I told my dad we were trying to kill him. An hour later my husband and dad almost killed me. Karma sometimes acts pretty quickly. Seriously karma, I was just kidding! Not that my husband trying to kill me is anything new. In fact, I'm pretty sure he has been working on a plan since the day we were married based on the amount of "accidents" I have had in the last 16 years. I am going to ignore the fact that I am accident prone here. Let me start by saying that my kid and I are daredevils. When it comes to dangerous activities, we are all in. So needless to say, when we go rafting, we...

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Sad Semester

Sad Semester

There are many reasons I send my child to someone else during the day to learn her three Rs. I don't understand new math, I don't explain things well, I need to look at a map to tell you where Nebraska is and I can't figure out which fingers go on which holes on that godawful instrument called a recorder. But at the very top of the list of why homeschooling is not a good idea for this family is because after three days of too much time learning together, we all want to murder each other. Strangely, I am more of the victim in this situation than the instigator. If I were my daughter's real teacher, she would be...

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Pandemic Vacation

Pandemic Vacation

My daughter has spent the last six months mentioning how we haven't been to Disney World in "forever" which is the equivalent of three years. Every time she said this I mentioned that if she remembered going a few years ago that it clearly hasn't been that long. But apparently I am highly susceptible to brainwashing because about two months ago I started feeling like we hadn't been to Disney World in forever. I always knew I would make a great cult member. So I booked a trip for her birthday which just happened to fall on a Monday after a long weekend for parent-teacher conferences. It was like the universe was...

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Adventures on the High Seas (or something like that…)

Adventures on the High Seas (or something like that…)

It's been awhile since I have written about our lake experiences. This isn't because we haven't had any, I have just been giving my dad a little break from the abuse I dish out when it comes to boat stories. But alas, there are too many stories to share about the captain and his high seas adventures, so my hiatus is over. If you are reading this, Old Man, just turn off the computer now and go back to watching ESPN or Sherlock Holmes, or anything else. Just avert your eyes from the screen if you can't figure out how to turn off the computer. For future reference, you can just close the lid and this will all go...

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Freshman

Freshman

I am a freshman, again. I am living proof that if you don't get it right the first time, you can just keep going back and trying again. I have been a freshman a handful of times now. What can I say, I like school. That, or I like the idea of a profession much better than I actually like working, so I keep changing fields. I am sticking with the notion that I am just thirsty for knowledge and on a constant joyful quest to better myself. I am in graduate school again and I am finally attending a school where my Dad received a large portion of his education. The Old Man went to half the schools in the state of...

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Keeping up with the Amish

Keeping up with the Amish

At the beginning of the summer I had all kinds of plans for my child. Some of the plans were just for fun, like spend a day at the zoo and check out the zip lining place that we've been meaning to check out for two summers. Other plans were more practical, like teach my kid how to tie her damn shoes already. Sometimes I am amazed at my laziness as a parent when it comes to the little things. My husband likes to remind me that our child has been cooking since she was four and reading a year later. But I still cringe when I think about the things she can't do, like tie her shoes, ride a bike unassisted or roller...

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Like Fine Wine

Like Fine Wine

My mother doesn't throw away anything. I know this is a common theme with moms - saving memorabilia from life events, family vacations, and preschool art projects, but my mom takes it to a whole new level. If I am ever in need of an unusual object, I ask my mom if she has it before running to Target. My husband used to be surprised by this, but over the years he has come to appreciate it. I remember going to a Hawaiian themed party years ago and telling him to call my mom to see if she had grass skirts and leis. He thought I was crazy until he made the call and discovered that she had both items, and in fact...

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Mother of the Year Part Eleven Million and One

Mother of the Year Part Eleven Million and One

My daughter attends the same school that I went to as a kid. It's a small Catholic school with many long standing traditions. At the end of school masses and functions everyone in attendance sings the school song, gouter is shared daily and there are service days and conge. Another long standing tradition is the 1:15 dismissal on Wednesdays. Growing up, Wednesday was my favorite day because my dad would pick me up from school and we would go eat french onion soup and hang out. When the weather was nice, he would pick me up on his motorcycle. Some of my fondest memories as a child occurred on Wednesdays. My...

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What’s My Name?

What’s My Name?

I'm bad with names. I always have been. I have tried to use all of the tricks they teach like using people's name right away when you meet them or associating their name with something familiar, but those tools don't work well for me. I think I come by it naturally. When my parents got new neighbors years ago my Dad called the man Pedro for a year. I, of course, also called him Pedro. His name is Hector. I don't know what my mom called him for that first year, but I hope at least one of us got it right. Sometimes I will be introduced to someone I know I want to talk to again. I will say their name over again...

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