i exploit this genius any time i need it to make me look like a genius, today was no different.

i texted him a math problem with a question mark.

he called right back.

i was in a bathroom stall at school solving another problem.

“ready for help?” he asked.

why stop a math genius?

“yes.” i said and pulled out my notebook, pen and insta-table already installed in my stall.

by the time i left he had talked me through two math problems with complete understanding.

i know it is considered a social no-no to carry on phone conversations in the bathroom, but are there different rules for educational purposes?

this picture has nothing to do with my post, it just made me chuckle………one day the 15-year-old boy in me will grow up.

let us start with this.

annnndddddd……..we’re done.

no i jest, i am just getting started.

1) even missing a 100 point test at the end of term because he was sick and turns out he could not make it up, keats still made honor roll.

2)after the teacher called to make sure she did have a pizza limit for the class party, queen’s teacher informed me of how much she was using the IPAD to get what she wanted in class, mainly pizza after being cut off.

3)bear just basically rocks……and has really stinky feet which leads me to this product endorsement.

4) after being tested for learning disabilities in 1st grade and finding out that she was not learning impaired but only trying to be the first one to finish every possible project and test in class, chicka is now classified as ‘advanced’ in reading.

5)on her report card bird got 100% in every single subject but one, she got a 99% in that one. good thing she is not an overachiever or anything.

i am going to get a DNA test done on this one cuz even though i carried her in my womb i am pretty sure my husband cheating on me because i believe in under-achieving therefore being pleasantly surprised when an unexpected mediocre achievement occurs.

the hubby is still sessy and fractions are completely useless for me and learning them makes me wish that we were never taught to share as children therefore keeping everything whole AND therefore taking away the need of needing to learn to divide things up into fractions.

once again kindness has caused major problems in my life.

there is a first for everything.

this is such an important read to understand what we have been trying to say about our children with mental disabilities who are considered ‘mentally retarded’ in their progress in life.

this whole population of people, yes people just like you the reader, are not given the same rights as the ‘normal’ population.

it has to stop. this is not the first time i have felt helpless rage and uselessness, i have written about this before in our own personal experience here.

our experience is not the same as this family’s, their’s is a real fight for life or death.

if you ask me, this woman showed an amazing amount of self-restraint in the conference room, i would have resorted to some sort of physical retaliation to hear my child was not ‘normal’ enough for them to deem her worthy to live.

please read this article.

the conversation was going quite well except i was not thinking about math or what she was saying.

i was wondering if she realized my make-up was from yesterday.

i had an overwhelming urge to pass the following note to the student next to me to insure group status.

i have a little on home sick today, but not so sick that she did not ask to go to denny’s for breakfast.

upon arriving she could not believe how fancy it was.

it was attached to the flying j’s gas station.

we chilled with some hot chocolate, did a word search AND a picture search (the fork was a challenge to find.)

have i mentioned how much i love my kids?

today you are starting college….

again.

the first time you mostly just memorized the domino’s pizza number and hung out.

 let’s give it the ol’ college try this time and memorize domino’s AND papa john’s number for real success.

thanks for the back-up on my stretching-my-boundaries goal,

regina.

i heard this funny story on the radio this morning and am still giggling every time i think about it.

a man pulled out in front of another man which caused him to t-bone the car.

the t-boned drived got out and “waddled” over to the t-boner and said, while poking him in the stomach as that is all his height would allow, “i am not happy.”

“no? well which one are you then?” the t-boner asked.

a fist fight ensued.

work out so i can wear this with pride:

jazz hands included.

and when i meet my goal, i want to pose like this:hellllooooooo 2012.

Jan 1st: three new zits. really? zits? in my 40th year? really? i’m just gonna blame it on global warming.

Jan 2nd: 51 degrees outside…..in january……in utah. i have a theory on this. i think the northern states are going to become the balmy, sunny, warm states and the southern states are going to become the frozen tundras proving hell really can freeze over.

Jan 3rd: first day back to school, fell asleep on my phone, which had my alarm, which went off but under the weight of my body (which really muffles sound unexpectedly well) i did not hear it. started off the day 25 minutes behind. sign of the apocalypse.

on a upnote, the stat monkeys at wordpress made me feel popular for about 1 minute with their year-end report on my blog until i really thought about it and realized that the number was stretched out over 365 days and that really did not make me popular when i figured out the daily popularity contest……and lost.

high school all over.

“it’s right there.” another child pointed out to help.

“no, that one is spelled s-n-o-o-p-s- and i need s-p-o-o-n-s.” she argued.

“it’s upside down.” the sibling said, who happened to be sitting so she saw the word search upside down.

what ensued was an argument the ended up involving three children with the youngest out-arguing the older two.

s-n-o-o-p-s it is.

this same child was trying to find someone to play tic-tac-toe with in church yesterday to resuscitate herself from slow-death-from-boredom. no one would play so she challenged herself to a rousing game.

she won 4 out of 5 games.

herself won one.

and finally, when walking into the living room last night, i find this left on bear’s tv courtesy of bear:i don’t care who you are, that is going to give you a start.

2) broken arm

3) california trip/break down/losing bumper cover in middle of nevada

4) charlie horse in pool

5) chicka asking “mom, why does bear like to look at the victoria secret store now and why does he have a goofy look on his face every time he does?”…….he’s male.

6)the hike of the decade (i know it is only the first year in the decade but still)

7)actually getting away with the hubby.

8)hard parenting lessons

9)words of wisdom for the children

10)milestones, and more milestones

goal for 2012: owning my body and finally trying to like it. (lumps and all) and this.