Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Saturday, March 16, 2013
They want me; they really want me!
So... today I got an email and the University of Washington library science people have recommended me for admission.
w00t, w00t!
Yeah baby, that's right, Imma be a Husky!
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Friday, March 08, 2013
That way madness lies...
I have two teenage sons at this point in my life. I do not recommend it for the faint of heart, nor for the sane— at least if they wish to remain so.
The competing emotions of pride in their growth and development and varying levels of despair over their foolish choices jostle along with complete irritation over bad attitudes, rudeness, and snottiness which is offset by the growing affection for the increasingly aware, independent, and fascinating individuals they are becoming.
Every day I love them more. I want to hug them, listen to them, and also smack them in the head, and throw my hands up in exasperation. I am almost positive sometimes that really they are just enormous toddlers and the main difference is which orifice is dispensing the poo.
However, sometimes one of them will say something so insightful, or make a hard and mature choice and in those moments the men they almost are seem nearly fully materialized rather than the distant promise they've been for so long.
Mostly though, I just want to make it through dinner without either of them making snarky comments, smacking each other, rolling their eyes, or ranting about the injustice of their lives. Is it so much to ask??
The competing emotions of pride in their growth and development and varying levels of despair over their foolish choices jostle along with complete irritation over bad attitudes, rudeness, and snottiness which is offset by the growing affection for the increasingly aware, independent, and fascinating individuals they are becoming.
Every day I love them more. I want to hug them, listen to them, and also smack them in the head, and throw my hands up in exasperation. I am almost positive sometimes that really they are just enormous toddlers and the main difference is which orifice is dispensing the poo.
However, sometimes one of them will say something so insightful, or make a hard and mature choice and in those moments the men they almost are seem nearly fully materialized rather than the distant promise they've been for so long.
Mostly though, I just want to make it through dinner without either of them making snarky comments, smacking each other, rolling their eyes, or ranting about the injustice of their lives. Is it so much to ask??
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