Hard work pays off

I'm so thrilled and proud to say that I received an "A" for my final grade for the American Government class I took over the summer. It was a difficult course for two reasons. One being that I'm not very interested in politics and two, summer courses are more difficult because a large course load is crammed into a small amount of time. It means so much now as a grown adult to be rewarded with a good grade. It symbolizes hard work, great amounts of effort and determination at doing your best.

I'll be taking another course in the Fall and I look forward to the challenges I will face towards yet another goal of making an "A". I told my son Zachery and he was happy for me and yelled "Yay". My husband gave me a high five. Nolan was sleeping so I'll tell him in the morning. To some, this may not be a big deal, but for me it is a much needed boost to my confidence. Who says a 35 year old working mother of 2 can't hang in there with the young non-working kids fresh out of high school?

Ok enough already - no more bragging.

It's almost over

I take my final on Tuesday and then I will officially be finished with my class. I've been studying all weekend and feel like I've gotten no where. I'm not feeling very optimistic about this test and am relying heavily on the 2 essay questions to pull me through. If the test is as tricky as the study guide I'm in real big trouble.

Our riding mower blew up and spewed thick, white, stinky smoke everywhere. Our garage door opener is not working and I haven't even had time to think or plan anything for my 13th wedding anniversary on the 22nd (same day as my final). I think we'll just eat dinner at home and do something special next year.

Football camp is this week and I need to get school supplies for Zachery. School starts August 7th. My best friend, Julie, has a birthday on August 2nd, my sister, Renae's is on the 3rd. Nolan's is on the 15th. My mom is coming to visit that weekend - need to plan Nolan's 1st birthday party. I am participating in a run on August 17th. Oh, did I mention, we finally have a new director, who started on July 14th? It was a busy week.

Ok, so this post turned out to be more like a to do list. Too much on my mind and too much laundry to be done.

Goldfish

Somehow, my 10 month old son, has become addicted to goldfish. You know, those tiny orange fish shaped crackers that are cheddar flavored. They're the perfect bite-sized cracker for a little person learning to feed himself. What I started doing was putting Nolan in his high chair and pouring a handful of goldfish out onto his tray while I prepared his dinner or got started cooking. Just a way to buy some time to get started and to occupy him so that I could multi task. It turns out that I have created a cute and tiny little monster. Now, it seems that these crunchy little crackers are all that he wants. I feed him a few spoonfuls of his baby food and before long, he bats away the spoon, turns his head and completely avoids the baby food. He grunts and fusses....................until the goldfish hit the table and then all noises cease and the hand to mouth routine begins. Suddenly, everything is right in the world and Nolan, happily munches away. I'm hoping he will grow out of this ritual, because I don't want him to get into the habit of a bad eating diet. I think with any addiction, the best form of action would be to slowly and carefully withdraw the portions until we get down to zero. In other words, maybe I need to wean him from goldfish. Sounds funny! Who would have ever thought this would happen??? I'm suspicious - is there some hidden ingredient in these peculiar snacks? At any rate, I'm sure there are worse things to be going through, but maybe not as funny.

Guilty

Ok - I'm feeling bad because I haven't been blogging for a while. I've just been out of whack ever since I returned from vacation. I'm unable to shake it off. I just returned from an evening out with my friend Julie and her son Taylor. Zachery and Taylor bowled a couple of games, then played video games together, while Julie and I caught up with each other and played with Nolan. Then we headed for dinner and ate Mexican. I'm so proud of her - she's lost 16 lbs. and looks fantastic. Now, I just need to get on the ball and lose a few lbs.

I'm going to try and do better about blogging - the whole purpose of this blog is to have a journal of my life and I've been just letting it all slip by. I promise to do better. I do love to write - so it shouldn't be too difficult.