Archive for June, 2006

The Word

The official word on my Spring Quarter grades is good. Somehow I managed to get a 3.67 overall with a 4.0 in Communications, 3.4 in English, and 3.6 in American Government. All of which were a lovely change from that 2.2 of Winter Quarter. Now I am just in a holding pattern until September when Autumn classes start up.

In other news, I will be in LA next weekend with Jana. There will be pictures if we both survive the weekend.

Nighttime 101

Bedtime around here can be somewhat of an ordeal. The music must be right, the lights must be low, but not, “Too Dark!”, according to the child. A parental unit (who am I kidding here, it has to be me) must be seated in the rocking chair. Uglydoll in hand, I spend the next 15 minutes rocking said child down for the night.

You see, we’ve never subscribed to the Ferber School of Bedtime. It doesn’t seem right to me to plop an infant in a crib, close the door, and then spend the next hour ignoring their cries for help. The fact that Misterpant’s cries for help send me crawling up the wall like a raving lunatic also was a factor in not “Ferberizing” him. This is why 33% of the time I can be found rocking my 33 pound three year old to sleep. But don’t knock it, it works.

There is a moment when my child knocks out for the night that I wouldn’t trade a million dollars for. His eyes start to close, he yawns, and like any male over the age of two minutes he starts to snore and drool. Ok, so I could do without the snoring and drooling, but it seems to be a package deal with him. Luckily the shirts wash and his Uglydoll seems to take the brunt of the abuse.

But back to the music. You see, there is a method to my madness here. For Christmas Misterpants got a set of four children’s CDs from my mother. They contain such mind-numbing hits as “How Much is That Doggie in the Window?”, “Bananas in Pajamas”, and “The ABC Song”. It was her attempt to both drive us mad and get him to stop listening to bands like AC/DC and Red Hot Chili Peppers. However, It has only caused the former.

All of this begs one question. How much therapy am I going to have to pay for due repeated nights of listening to “Bananas in Pajamas” while he sleeps?

Ok, now what?

I woke up bored this morning. You see, yesterday marked the end of the dreaded Spring Quarter (See how it needs capitalization? It was that bad.) for me. Now I have time to do things like knit. And spin. And read books, several of which I have already purchased. I can now also write about how I have lost what little marbles I had left by starting Pomatomus and the miracle that is using stash yarn. And one of these days I may post a picture again, once I get photo software sorted out on my laptop, something that was put on the back burner thanks to the dreaded Spring Quarter. So yeah, soon. Very soon.

And no, I never did use a straw on the wine.

Pour taste

It is finals week around here. This leaves me to wonder would it be considered poor taste if I skipped using a glass for my wine and instead just tucked a straw into the bottle?

The Most Horrible Time of the Year

In approximately 12 days, 12 hours, and a couple minutes the Spring quarter will be over. This means I have approximately 12 days, 12 hours, and a couple minutes to crank out a term paper on abstinence-only sexual education, an essay on non-fiction, a parody of a poem we have studied in analytical writing, and god only knows how many essay questions for communications. In short, this website is about to become very, very boring. When I return I shall have fun things like this to write about, along with Adventures in Dying (something that sounds better when said out loud), and perhaps some real knitting content too.