my little miss
Got home late tonight from the lab. Stephanie, how did you do it? taking care of kids, holding down a FULL time job, and still getting good lab results for your masters????
I have to write post it notes so I can remember what exactly I am analysing when. My data looks more like a .... I don't know.... nothing straight thats for damn sure. My classmate says his looked like numbers dancing all over the place when he first started lab work for his masters. great. I guess. I can just see my term paper - "well these numbers were supposed to mean something but because I am a big loser they don't mean anything - so let's pretend I got better numbers and then we can pretend that it means this".
Anywhoo - got home late tonight from the lab and there on the couch, sleeping away was a gourd, laying very carefully on a doll's pillow and covered by a doll's blanket.
My girl has decided that this gourd is her baby for some reason that eludes me. M takes it to bed with her (when she remembers) and I have to move the darn thing because unlike warm blooded creatures, this thing sucks warmth from all those around it. Its like curling up with an ice cube.
C takes pleasure in reminding his sister that one day the gourd, or baby depending on your audience, will start to rot and then we will have to throw it away. Or maybe we will eat it he says with a grin. This is around the time that M starts to yell. Loudly.
Poor little miss. she is surrounded by boys no matter where she goes. Back at home on our street it was boys boys boys, except for the baby next door who did not say a word. And now here there are 3 boys next door plus her brother. I'm not surprised she's taken to playing with gourds, the testosterone is driving her mad.
Mike was playing them a song by Radiohead called Creep, where Thom Yorke sings "I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo, I wish I was special...." and my sweetie miss said "I think he's special" she always looks after the underdog, even the highly paid rockstar ones.
I have to write post it notes so I can remember what exactly I am analysing when. My data looks more like a .... I don't know.... nothing straight thats for damn sure. My classmate says his looked like numbers dancing all over the place when he first started lab work for his masters. great. I guess. I can just see my term paper - "well these numbers were supposed to mean something but because I am a big loser they don't mean anything - so let's pretend I got better numbers and then we can pretend that it means this".
Anywhoo - got home late tonight from the lab and there on the couch, sleeping away was a gourd, laying very carefully on a doll's pillow and covered by a doll's blanket.
My girl has decided that this gourd is her baby for some reason that eludes me. M takes it to bed with her (when she remembers) and I have to move the darn thing because unlike warm blooded creatures, this thing sucks warmth from all those around it. Its like curling up with an ice cube.
C takes pleasure in reminding his sister that one day the gourd, or baby depending on your audience, will start to rot and then we will have to throw it away. Or maybe we will eat it he says with a grin. This is around the time that M starts to yell. Loudly.
Poor little miss. she is surrounded by boys no matter where she goes. Back at home on our street it was boys boys boys, except for the baby next door who did not say a word. And now here there are 3 boys next door plus her brother. I'm not surprised she's taken to playing with gourds, the testosterone is driving her mad.
Mike was playing them a song by Radiohead called Creep, where Thom Yorke sings "I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo, I wish I was special...." and my sweetie miss said "I think he's special" she always looks after the underdog, even the highly paid rockstar ones.
posted by ayearinhalifax | 8:56 PM
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Hey Cate - "...and still get good lab results." Bwah-ha-ha!I get good lab results like I meet all my deadlines - with a cheerful wave as I miss them yet again. Thanks for the vote of confidence though! The parade we went to had an elephant, camels and zebras - very festive? No Klingons though.
steph
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