So I've experienced blogger's block. Things have been a little crazy here lately (out come the excuses) and I've been a slacker (out comes the truth).
The Excuses
My mom is (was) in town! We've had a lot of fun! Apparently so much that we have failed to take any pictures. It's a good thing she is coming back in a few days so I can do a last minute repentance by cataloging every mundane detail.
I'm taking the worst class on earth, from the worst teacher on earth, with the worst classmates on earth. Perhaps an exaggeration, but I'm really not enjoying this class. There was a syllabus at the beginning, but now it is nowhere to be found (online class). I've repeatedly asked for it to no avail. I think our professor is doing everything on the fly. I honestly have no idea what's ahead of me or what's behind me. I've done a paper, a mid-term, many discussion posts and the best I can get for an idea of a grade is "S". What the heck does that mean you ask? Well you are in good company- when I asked for clarification I got "satisfactorily passing the course" as opposed to the similarly informative "U" which of course means "unsatisfactorily passing the course." I feel so much better now.
And why do I bag on my classmates you ask? Well one, probably several, are outright plagiarizing/cut and pasting from their Google searches for their discussion posts and probably other assignments I'm not privy to. I emailed one girl telling her to cut it out after finding the original article she got her post from and was favored with a very sweet threat in return. Hubbie and my mom said not to involve myself, but my pride is hurt. While my professor praises the words of these cut and pasters, I get her wrath because I dare to ask for my grades and a syllabus. Say it with me- life just ain't fair. This is one example of a thought that doesn't come unless you cut and pasted it from several sources: "The color black, the corruption forces of capitalism perpetuating the town, annual lottery carrying out the selection of an unassuming individual." At least nothing is misspelled I guess.
And for my final excuse of the day, we have been in air conditioner...purgatory. My lovely 1970 Rheem deluxe model decided to die a slow death and after a full summer of blackouts, the maintenance people finally agreed with me that it was time to pull the plug. My mother has a nice little sublet down the block, so after one night of screaming and crying (Rowan wasn't doing so well either) we decided to sleep over at her place while we waited for our new air conditioner to be installed. The night we went over there, her air conditioner broke along with half the electrical outlets in the place. Yes, we are very lucky people. The day our new air conditioner was to be installed, my mother's sublet registered a temperature off the charts (the needle literally could point no further) so we were a little desperate for our place to be up and running. At 4:30pm the air conditioner guy said "well, I'm about an hour away from finishing so I'll be back in the morning." Nice. Super 8 anyone? Luckily my mom's place started to work a little so we were able to avoid spending $100 to sleep in the same room as Rowan. Was the wait worth it? Well, it runs a lot more than I thought it would, but I don't feel like moving to Alaska. Behold our new beauty.
On a less negative note, here are some new Rowanisms:
"Tell me a story about a blue front loader" Without fail we get this request before every nap and bedtime. It's definitely straining our creative juices as we tell a new one every time. Pretty soon we'll be telling Rowan about a blue front loader who had no air conditioner. I should be a children's book writer.
"Let's go find the troublemaker. I'll fight him with this stick" This was his declaration while we were walking today. The troublemaker ended up being the dirt- Rowan sure taught it a lesson.
"No I willn't" Refusal to cooperate has never been so cute.
And that's all she wrote.
