Or rather, not enough? Studying. I hate it. Does anyone really like it? All day I have found other things to do. I’ll sit, open my books, OH! Laundry! Switch out the laundry. OH! Dusting! Over and over. And now it’s evening, and minimal studying has been done.
Daily Archives: February 10, 2008
My mother in law (MIL) gave me one of these last night. Hillside self heating coffee. I’ve seen them in the stores, but as an avid fan of the green circle international coffee chain (for those of you who aren’t up to date ~Starbucks), I have never bought them.
What you do is pop a button on the bottom, let it sit for about 8 minutes, and you have yourself an extremely hot coffee drink! Tasty too!
I’m really amazed at this product. It uses quicklime to heat the product. I’m not sure what quicklime is, but it never comes into contact with your drink. These are great to keep in your emergency kit at home or in the car, you never know when you’ll have a winter storm or your car go out! Could be great for those late nights on my boat!
The other day while doing a history assessment of an 80 year old man, I asked him to list all the surgeries he’s had in his entire life. He said, “My entire life?” Yes please. “Well, when I was 3 days old I was circumcised.”
It’s amazing how many times as a Mother, that your heart breaks for your child. Yesterday it happened to me again. My boys have never been to a birthday party, other than the ones we host. We don’t go to play groups, so the only interaction with other kids is at kindergarten, preschool, and at the sitter’s house. Yesterday at a cousin’s birthday party, they were so lost. These cousins, birthday boy turned eight and the other is six, have a coach for a dad. Or rather, a dad that is a coach. They’ve been in organized sports since age three, and even had teaching before that. Most of the first graders (yes the entire elementary first grade class) was like this, and most of them in basketball together. The boys have balls and all that stuff, but we just play with it, however the Dude can toss a mean football. When we first got to the basketball court, it was open play. The boys had a blast, running, kicking, throwing, bouncing balls. The Baby got a balloon and ran like a mad man, it was cute. Then came the organized games. The first was a relay race. It consisted of bouncing a giant ball down to the cones, and back to your team-mate. The Dude and Man were on the same team. They laughed and yelled for their team, it was cute. When their turn came (on the same team) they did great! So cute!
Next game the 5 on 5. They were divided up into same teams to play basketball. This is where my heart was broken. At first I was busy with the Baby’s obsession with balloons, but when I was able to sit and watch, I saw the Man standing in the middle of his game, just lost. My heart broke. He just stood there having no clue was to what he was suppose to be doing. I called out to him and asked if he wanted to sit with me and he came running. Poor baby, he sat on my lap and said that he didn’t know how. We then started to watch the Dude’s game. He was running back and forth with the other kids like a champ. But he soon ran out of breath. I asked if he knew what to do and he said no. I said you need to get the ball and put it in your basket to make points. OK, he says and runs back out. Next thing I know, he’s tackling the other boys! I was laughing so hard. But he eventually gave up and sat with us. I felt so bad for them.
I know you are not suppose to compare your children to others, but when I do (like to the cousins) I always feel like they are so far behind. But I guess that’s OK right? I mean the first graders there were asking my sister in law (sil) to play songs by Soulja Boy, Camillionaire, etc. Really? I don’t think any of my kids could list a singer or a band. Maybe Hanna Montana I guess, but that’s about it.
I should feel lucky I suppose and not bad for my children. They are still blessed in their innocence.