This past weekend, my daughter went to spend a bit of time with her father.  He called me at one point because he said he had a very funny story to tell me.  He said that he looked at her mouth and tongue and they were a terrible shade of green.  So of course, he was concerned about what she might have put in her mouth or that something was terribly wrong.  He went to his mother and asked what she might have fed my daughter.  She said nothing but Cheetos.  But there was no sign of the orange cheetos , just green.  So he became more concerned, until he looked at his mothers mouth, which was also green.  They then decided to consult the Cheetos bag, which said “turns your mouth green like Shrek” So his fears were abated and his desire to call poison control quelled.  They had a good laugh over the incident, as did I.

Well she came home that night, and I am telling you, that child had the worst case of adult sized gas I have ever heard!  The next morning, same thing.  So I emailed her father and asked what the heck he had been feeding her that she would end up with this issue!  He emailed back a list of foods that she ate, and added that she had of course also had the cheetos that turn your mouth green, and he wondered if that could have been the problem.  I said, perhaps it was.  I quickly got an email back saying “Yeah, turns your mouth green like Shrek, and makes you fart like Shrek” and I tell you, crude as it was, I laughed so hard I snorted and had tears running down my face!

For years I have been hemming and hawing over going back to school.  I’ll hold the thought in my brain for a time and then just plain fail to do anything about it, hence never going back to school.  It isn’t apathy even though it looks like it.  It is sheer terror!  The first go ’round went terribly and the thought of not completing a degree after starting would be way too much of a blow on my self esteem.  The fact of the matter is, I CAN go back to school and I can complete classes, I am a smart girl and am in a better situation with better motivation to do it than I have ever had.  Enough with being terrified over it already.  It sure won’t complete itself.  Furthermore I can take classes for free, and I can take just one class at a time.  No reason I can’t.

So, today, more than eight years after my first attempt, I applied to go back to school in the fall and sent out a request for transcripts.  The whole of my college career I barely remember, and only remember it being a very confusing time for me.  I know I didn’t do well in school, I also know it wasn’t because I couldn’t.  The environment, timing, and subjects were ALL WRONG!

I do think I will do well this time.  I can work at my own pace.  I now have great motivation, the betterment of not only myself but my daughter as well.  I have to spend my own money on application fees and books, though tuition is free, and I know if I am shelling out the dough, I will want to get a decent return on my money.   I am more focused than I have ever been in my life, less distractible, and this can only help.  I have people in my life who can help me with study tips if I get stuck.  It cannot help but go better than the last attempt.

The idea at this point is to go back to school to teach.  Perhaps high school English.  I do love to read and write and it is a subject that I believe I could be good at.  I know I would prefer to teach high school students rather than young children.  It is also a matter of practicality.  I would be off during the summers with my daughter and in school around the hours she is in school.  As a single mother, this makes sense to me.   Furthermore, I may just be egotistical but I had some fairly horrid high school English teachers and I contest that I could do way better than that!  (and I had one great one and hope to be like him!)

So….onward and upward!

You Are the Thumb

You’re unique and flexible. And you defy any category. Mentally strong and agile, you do things your own way. And you do them well. You are a natural leader… but also truly a loner. You inspire many but connect with few.You get along well with: The Middle FingerStay away from: The Pinky

What Finger Are You?

My daughter is retaining much more than she used to and seems able to communicate these things back to me.  I realized this last night when I asked her what she had for dinner at her father’s house.  First she told me “nothing” to which I responded that I knew she ate something.  She then said “mashed potatoes, beans, corn, and meat.”  She was clear as a bell on this and I was surprised, I thought maybe she was making this up.  So I looked at her father and he nodded and said, “yes, she ate all those things!”

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