Diary Entry
1.16 pm I wish I had a large amount of duct tape. My kids are loud today! All five of them! The dog woke me up at 7.30, Jack was up not long after that, and there hasn't been a single moment of silence since. I hadn't slept well anyway, so I was desperate to get some sleep so I can go study at the library tonight. I managed a bit here and there, and I suppose that will have to do.
Malorie is devastated because I've told her she can stay in today. She's so boy mad she can't handle it, but with it being Sunday, I thought she could stay home with the family. Turns out most of her friends are doing the same, so she feels a bit better now. We were going to have a nice big Sunday dinner, but guess who forgot to take the chicken out of the freezer? That would be me.
Okay, I'm worried about her now. She's sucking her thumb. Braden hasn't even sucked his thumb since he was about five years old. She says it's because she's hungry.
2.56 pm Gary says he thinks I don't have enough blogs. I recognise sarcasm when I see it! What can I say? I'm an addict, and proud of it! I added another one today where I can post my photographs when I finally get a chance to start taking them. I'm hoping to get out next weekend and take some, once this exam is over. I better work out the focus on the camera before then. Each blog has it's own purpose though, rather than everything being lumped onto one. I've never been the tidiest person, but mentally I like having everything organised. My desk may look like a mess most of the time, but I know where everything is and why it's there. So now I have this blog for the mundane everyday things, the Scrambled Mind blog for my commentary, the chocolate one for a laugh, the DC one for F1 related things, and the photography one for, well, photographs obviously. All neat and tidy. Dr. Domestos would approve, I'm sure.
Simon couldn't wait to tell Graham about my mishaps yesterday. Graham said he practically broke his neck to let him know I'd run out of diesel and locked myself in the shop. Figures.
I'm definitely going to the library to study this evening. The kids are still absolutely bonkers and won't be quiet. Simon had to tell Malorie off for throwing Mitch's ball in the living room, which didn't impress her because he told her sometimes she acts like she's the same age as Ricky and Jack. Anyway, it'll give me a chance to get out and actually do the studying.
I need to remember to go to town this week and pick up my Euros. If not, the bank will have made £199 for nothing.
6.06 pm I tried to go to library about an hour ago. I got as far as Mosborough and noticed that my temperature gauge was practically pointing due north, so I headed for the nearest petrol station at Halfway. I remembered Simon telling me that he was going to put some water in it, so I rang him and asked if he did. His reply was, "Oh shit, I forgot". So much for him making fun of me running out of diesel. I put some water in it, made it back to Mosborough and realised that it was going to need more water than I had put in. Now I'm back home, and I'll have to try tomorrow. I intend to make the most of my time though. I'm going to use the library's online catalogue to sort out what books I need and which are available so tomorrow night all I have to do is see if they're where they're supposed to be. By this time of year, most of the books have gone walkabout and the shelves look like they've been hit by a tornado -- or organised by my kids. The students just don't give a shit where they put things. Some hide the books so they are there when they need them without them having to check them out. Fortunately there is a Key Text section where a copy of each of the most important books is kept, and as long as no one is using the book when you need it, it's usually easy to find because you can't get through the security gates with any of them.
1.19 am If my car weren't overheating, I'd head for the library now. I'm wide awake. I fell asleep watching a documentary on the Queen with Braden, who is studying her at school, and woke up more than two hours later. I've been making candles and trying to get my studying organised.
Simon seems a bit pissed off with me, but I can't figure out why. He was fine before he went upstairs to take a shower, and then before he went to bed he seemed like he was upset for some reason. Maybe he was just tired. All I've been doing is reading and playing with the dog. I loaded the dishwasher and ran it. Who knows. If he ignores me and turns away when I go to bed, I'll know I've upset him because normally he tries to sleep on my side of the bed, but if he's mad at me, he scoots as far away from me as he can get.
We're going to try to get out for a few hours at the weekend so I can take some pictures, and we're going to try to go have lunch at TGI Fridays in Sheffield. I told him I'll treat if he'll drive. That way I can have a Screaming Orgasm. Or two. Or three. Nah, two would be more than enough. After one I'm floating on the clouds.
I'm quite pleased with the look of my photgraphy blog. I'll have to see if I can take any pics that turn out halfway decent. I used to do a lot of black and white photography, but there's no telling where all those pictures are. Most likely they're rotting in my grandmother's garage with all the other stuff I couldn't bring to England with me.
Malorie is devastated because I've told her she can stay in today. She's so boy mad she can't handle it, but with it being Sunday, I thought she could stay home with the family. Turns out most of her friends are doing the same, so she feels a bit better now. We were going to have a nice big Sunday dinner, but guess who forgot to take the chicken out of the freezer? That would be me.
Okay, I'm worried about her now. She's sucking her thumb. Braden hasn't even sucked his thumb since he was about five years old. She says it's because she's hungry.
2.56 pm Gary says he thinks I don't have enough blogs. I recognise sarcasm when I see it! What can I say? I'm an addict, and proud of it! I added another one today where I can post my photographs when I finally get a chance to start taking them. I'm hoping to get out next weekend and take some, once this exam is over. I better work out the focus on the camera before then. Each blog has it's own purpose though, rather than everything being lumped onto one. I've never been the tidiest person, but mentally I like having everything organised. My desk may look like a mess most of the time, but I know where everything is and why it's there. So now I have this blog for the mundane everyday things, the Scrambled Mind blog for my commentary, the chocolate one for a laugh, the DC one for F1 related things, and the photography one for, well, photographs obviously. All neat and tidy. Dr. Domestos would approve, I'm sure.
Simon couldn't wait to tell Graham about my mishaps yesterday. Graham said he practically broke his neck to let him know I'd run out of diesel and locked myself in the shop. Figures.
I'm definitely going to the library to study this evening. The kids are still absolutely bonkers and won't be quiet. Simon had to tell Malorie off for throwing Mitch's ball in the living room, which didn't impress her because he told her sometimes she acts like she's the same age as Ricky and Jack. Anyway, it'll give me a chance to get out and actually do the studying.
I need to remember to go to town this week and pick up my Euros. If not, the bank will have made £199 for nothing.
6.06 pm I tried to go to library about an hour ago. I got as far as Mosborough and noticed that my temperature gauge was practically pointing due north, so I headed for the nearest petrol station at Halfway. I remembered Simon telling me that he was going to put some water in it, so I rang him and asked if he did. His reply was, "Oh shit, I forgot". So much for him making fun of me running out of diesel. I put some water in it, made it back to Mosborough and realised that it was going to need more water than I had put in. Now I'm back home, and I'll have to try tomorrow. I intend to make the most of my time though. I'm going to use the library's online catalogue to sort out what books I need and which are available so tomorrow night all I have to do is see if they're where they're supposed to be. By this time of year, most of the books have gone walkabout and the shelves look like they've been hit by a tornado -- or organised by my kids. The students just don't give a shit where they put things. Some hide the books so they are there when they need them without them having to check them out. Fortunately there is a Key Text section where a copy of each of the most important books is kept, and as long as no one is using the book when you need it, it's usually easy to find because you can't get through the security gates with any of them.
1.19 am If my car weren't overheating, I'd head for the library now. I'm wide awake. I fell asleep watching a documentary on the Queen with Braden, who is studying her at school, and woke up more than two hours later. I've been making candles and trying to get my studying organised.
Simon seems a bit pissed off with me, but I can't figure out why. He was fine before he went upstairs to take a shower, and then before he went to bed he seemed like he was upset for some reason. Maybe he was just tired. All I've been doing is reading and playing with the dog. I loaded the dishwasher and ran it. Who knows. If he ignores me and turns away when I go to bed, I'll know I've upset him because normally he tries to sleep on my side of the bed, but if he's mad at me, he scoots as far away from me as he can get.
We're going to try to get out for a few hours at the weekend so I can take some pictures, and we're going to try to go have lunch at TGI Fridays in Sheffield. I told him I'll treat if he'll drive. That way I can have a Screaming Orgasm. Or two. Or three. Nah, two would be more than enough. After one I'm floating on the clouds.
I'm quite pleased with the look of my photgraphy blog. I'll have to see if I can take any pics that turn out halfway decent. I used to do a lot of black and white photography, but there's no telling where all those pictures are. Most likely they're rotting in my grandmother's garage with all the other stuff I couldn't bring to England with me.
posted by Melinda at 1/15/2005 11:16:00 pm
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