jessie424

Freestyle #14

2005-05-04T07:24:00.000-07:00

Well it's the end of the semester. I am completely stressed out. I have a ton of projects and papers to write and turn in. So far I have been able to keep everything slightly organized and have been able to turn everything on time. But I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to keep up with the pace of things. I have been doing my best but I still feel like I'm falling behind in my work. I just need to focus on what needs to be done, sit down without any distractions, and don't get up until it's done.

Freestyle #13

2005-05-04T07:14:00.000-07:00

My baby boy is going to be a year old this month. I can't believe it's going to be a whole year that he has been in my life. Me and my husband are going to throw a big birthday bash for him. We are inviting all of my side of the family and all of my husband's side of the family and then some friends on top of it. My family will all definitely come, my husband on the other hand has a huge family, some live out of state, so I didn't expect all of his family to come, but the tow people I did expect to come is my husbands grandmother and grandfather. They are supposed to be very family oriented. I just got a phone call the other day that they are not coming to my son's first birthday. They said that they have friends coming over so they can't make it. I was shocked. I couldn't believe that they would put their friend's visit above their only great grandchilds first birthday. Maybe it's only a big deal to me and my husband because it's our child but I think that they would be able to make it to the first birthday if they were going to come to any birthday. I wouldn't even expect them to come to any other birthday, but the first birthday is kind of a big deal. I dwelled over the whole dilemma for a while and then I decided that if they didn't want to come to my son's first birthday, then it is their loss. They will be the one's missing out.

Prompt #12

2005-05-04T07:02:00.000-07:00

Love at first sight?

Is it possible to experience love at first sight? If you had asked me that a year two years ago I would have said no. So you would probably ask, well what happened? What made you change your mind about love at first sight? I think you would think immediately that I had met a man and that's why I believe in love at first sight. Well I did meet a man; and he is now my husband, but that wasn't love at first sight. That was infatuation. We developed love over time. No, I don’t think meeting your life partner is love at first sight. So what is love at first sight you may ask? Well I would be happy to tell you. Love at first sight is seeing for the first time the little baby that was growing inside you for nine months. After nine months of taking care of it, nourishing it, and putting all your heart and soul into it, you finally meet the one little being that is part of you. That’s when you experience love at first sight.

Prompt #14

2005-05-02T07:16:00.000-07:00

To my son.
I held you in my arms.
I held you in my arms the first time when you were born and I couldn't believe how beautiful you were.
I held you in my arms the whole first week you were home and I couldn't put you down.
I held you in my arms when you went to see the doctor for your first check up, and I couldn't believe how much you had grown.
I held you in my arms the first time you had shots, and I held you close when you cried.
I held you in my arms while you fell asleep and I couldn't believe how precious you were.
I held you in my arms for all the momentous occasions in your little life, and even the insignificant occasions in your life.
I held you in my arms when you needed me to and when you didn't need me to and I always will.

Prompt # 13

2005-05-02T07:07:00.000-07:00

A crowd, a host of golden daffodils. At least that's what I want on May 15th the day of my son's birthday party. I want there to be a big crowd. A lot of family and friends to celebrate his momentous occasion. I have sent out sixteen invitations to whole family's and have not received one R.S.V.P! I don't understand why it's so hard to just pick up the phone and call someone and say, Hey, I'm coming to the party! It's not that hard. And I'm sitting here wondering how much hamburg and hotdogs to get and how much food to prepare. Meanwhile I'm trying to make the front of my house look good so I need to chop down the ugly branchy plant things in front of my house and plant pretty flowers but my neighbors kids keep coming and slashing the branches and breaking them down to nothing so it's harder than anything to dig them up. All this stress is put on me for my son's first birthday. I just hope that it doesn't rain and all the work in my yard is put in for nothing.

Freestyle #12

2005-04-22T07:04:00.000-07:00

At the moment me and my husband are trying to teach our son the meaning of the word no. It is a very trying time right now. We know that he knows when he's not supposed to do something, he looks at us and gives us a devilish grin and then turns back and does it anyway. It can be very frustrating sometimes. He has gotten better in the last couple of weeks, he will listen to us but then, when he thinks we're not paying attention, he goes back the the thing he's not supposed to touch and tries it again. The newest thing is the trash can. We keep the trash can in the laundry room and usually keep the door closed, but once in a while we will forget to close the door and my son heads right for it. This morning I found a nice surprise in the laundry room. My son had gotten into the trash and pulled the coffee filter full of wet coffee grinds out of the trash can and into my shoe. I was very annoyed that the door had been left open and then I was annoyed when he pushed the door open again and again got into the trash, this time pulling out a banana peel. My son really needs to learn the meaning of no touch real soon.

Freestyle # 11

2005-04-18T07:30:00.000-07:00

Yesterday we bought a gas grill. It is my early fathers day present to my husband. Usually, I put together all the things that need to put together. We bought an entertainment center, I put it together. We got a surround sound system, I put that together. We got a grill and my husband decides that he is going to put that together because a grill is a manly thing and men put grills together. I said okay, whatever. So he went out and pulled all the pieces to the grill all over the lawn, and stared at the instructions for about ten minutes. I was talking on the phone with my mother when my husband sticks his head in the doorway and says, can you help me for a minute? I think in my head sure, this is only going to take a minute. I get off the phone with my mother and go and help my husband put the grill together. He actually put the grill together, but I had to give him the step by step instructions of what pieces to use and where to put them.

Prompt # 11

2005-04-11T07:35:00.000-07:00

48. Nature red in tooth and claw. The Law of the Jungle. Survival of the Fittest.

In my mother-in-law's house, it's the survival of the fittest and I think Jeremy, the youngest and only boy in the house, he's loosing. In my mother-in-laws house there is my mother-in-law, Velena, my sister-in-law, Athena, and Jeremy, my brother-in-law. He's the only boy in the house and he's the youngest. Athena, 14 and Velena are both pretty big girls and then there's Jeremy, a scrawny 12 year old. When it's dinner time and they all sit down to eat. Jeremy gets the scraps of the meal. When they are all sitting down and somebody wants a drink, Jeremy is the one to get up and be the little servant. When Athena gets in trouble and is about to get grounded, Jeremy's name is suddenly brought up and he gets in trouble instead. Jeremy is the youngest, the smallest, the only boy in a girl house. In short, everything is always his fault and it will continue to be that way until he moves out of his mothers house.

Freestyle #10

2005-04-11T07:23:00.000-07:00

Vacation. How sweet it is. But now it's over and it's time to get back to reality. Back to school and homework, tests and essays. Now I realize that vacation was too short. I feel like I wasted it. Now that I think back, I didn't do anything, go anywhere. I wanted to get so much accomplished and I didn't do any of it. I wanted to wash and wax my kitchen floor. I wanted to paint my basement and get it all set up with a nice rug, and make it look nice. I wanted to go shopping and buy so many things, (I'm waiting for my income tax to come, it hasn't yet.) I didn't do any of it. The only thing that I got done was, I started to paint my basement. I got one wall painted. Now that I think back I didn't get anything that I wanted to get done, done. Now I won't have time to do it until summer begins. I wonder if my floors can wait that long.

Reaction to contrast essay

2005-03-30T07:42:00.000-08:00

I liked this type of essay. I wrote about the contrast of me before being a mom and me as a mom now. This essay was fun and interesting to write. It helped me to realize how much my life has changed since having my son and how it's so much better now. I didn't remember much of my life before my son and all the things that I don't do now that I did do before. Still, I would never change my life with my son for all the freedom and irresponsibility in the world.

Prompt# 10

2005-03-30T07:39:00.000-08:00

The key is in the lock, but I can't turn it.

I just moved into my own home about two and a half months ago and until then I had never locked my doors. But because it’s my own home, I want to make sure that it is as safe as possible, and the belongings in my home are safe. So I lock the doors when I leave. The only problem is when I try to unlock the door when I come home I can’t. I put the key in the door knob, and I try to turn the key, but it won’t work. My husband’s key works fine, and when my husband uses my key to open the door, it works fine. But when I try to use my key it doesn’t work fine. I jiggle the door knob, I try to twist and turn the key and nothing. The door doesn’t budge. I finally gave up on my key and when my husband wasn’t around, I switched the keys. Now when I try to use my key, it works.

Reaction to cause essay

2005-03-23T07:18:00.000-08:00

I liked writing my cause essay. I had fun writing it. I wrote about the three reasons why I nag. I had a lot of stories that I got to tell at one time. I have written a lot of cause essays from high school so it wasn't anything new to me to write it. I liked being able to write in a form that was familiar to me but also write in a fun way. Something that was interesting.

Reaction to classification essay

2005-03-23T06:11:00.000-08:00

The classification essay was a lot harder than the cause essay. I am used to cause essays. I had to do them a lot in high school, but I don't think I've ever had to do a classification essay so it was new to me. I'm not sure if I'm happy with the way it turned out. I wrote about the three houses I've lived in and the contrasts between them and which one I liked the best, least, and the one that I could do again if I had to. I feel like I could have done better with the essay, I just am not sure what I could have done to make it better. I probably would have to choose a whole different topic in order for me to like it. Classification essays are harder to write about because it's not about writing about reasons for something, it's writing about examples of something but three different ways.

Prompt #9

2005-03-23T05:52:00.000-08:00

He couldn't tell the difference between sleeping and wanting to sleep.

My son was sick this weekend. I was to as a matter of fact. But of course my son comes first. My son is only ten months old so when he gets sick he gets clingy. I find it very hard to get anything done because any time I put him down he cries until I pick him up again. I put him to bed around 7:30. He went right to sleep. I decided that I would go to sleep early that night because I was sick to and I had been running around all that day doing errands and cleaning.
I went to bed around 8:00. My husband came in around 10:00 and woke my up, I sat straight up in bed and gasped so hard that I jumped him. Then I gave him a dirty look for waking my up when he knew I was sick and needed to sleep. Then I heard my son crying. It wasn't his normal I'm just woke up and I need somebody to put my pacifier in my mouth so I can go back to sleep cry. It was a different cry. I went into my son's bed room and rubbed his back to try to calm him down. That didn't work, it just made him cry harder. I tried to talk to him to calm him down. That didn't work. Then I picked him up. He clung to me and started to calm down and then all of a sudden he started crying again. He little body was so hot because he had a fever. I finally got him to calm down and then fall asleep. My husband asked me if I wanted him to go to the store and get some medicine. I said no that I think our son would be okay. Then I went back to bed. About 11:00 my son woke up again. Screaming and crying. I went through the same routine again. My husband asked again if I wanted him to go to the store and get medicine. I said yes this time. I didn't want my son to have to wake up every hour screaming and crying. My husband came back with the medicine and I gave it to him thinking that would solve the problem and my son would be able to get a restful sleep. That wasn't the case. My son woke up every two hours the rest of the night. Towards early morning I was so tired and sick that I couldn't tell the difference between sleeping and wanting to sleep.

Freestyle #9

2005-03-23T05:36:00.000-08:00

I love summer because I consider summer the best family time. We go to the beach, go on picnics, go for walks and hikes. It's the best. And now, my husband and I have our son to enjoy all those things with. Last summer he was only a few months old when it was summer. We took him to the beach a couple times but he wasn't old enough to enjoy it. This summer he can play in the sand, and use a bucket and shovel. He can play in the water and use floaties on his arms and around his waist. He is just learning to walk to it will be cute to see his reaction to the sand under his feet. We can go on picnics with our son and he can play in the grass in his bare feet We can go on hikes and walks and he can be put in the snuggly (the backpack carrier) and see all the trees and the great views. It is going to be a great summer.

Freestyle #8

2005-03-23T05:29:00.000-08:00

Do you know what I hate about summer? Shorts and bathing suites. As a woman who isn't as small as I'd like to be, I have a hard time wearing clothes that don't compliment me at all. Shorts and bathing suites being in that category. So now I need to go through the routine of trying to exercise and diet to try to lose weight and just get upset about it because it doesn't work and I feel like I look bad all summer long. My husband doesn't understand why I get all upset about it but it's a hard thing for a overweight girl to see all these skinny girls in shorts and bikinis and know that they don't need to feel bad about how they look in the clothes they are wearing. I do. So again it's exercise and salads so I can try to make myself feel better about summer being just around the corner.

Freestyle #7

2005-03-23T05:24:00.000-08:00

I cannot wait until vacation. I have so many projects do and so many papers do and not enough time to do it. I have been so stressed out about school and trying to make sure my house is clean and my son gets his tubby before bed that I don't have time to think. Last vacation I spent most of it trying to get ahead in my classes. I had take home tests to do, and papers to write and tons of reading. This vacation I'm going to enjoy it. I'm going to spend it with my son, take him for walks, go outside on the swings for the first time. It's going to be a good vacation.

Prompt #8

2005-03-18T07:13:00.000-08:00

"The things I see as I walk along the street, that's heaven to me...."

I walk along the street and I see a beautiful house. It’s a two-story house with tan siding and forest green shutters. There is a big front porch that takes up the whole front of the house. There is a cute table set with matching chairs and flower boxes hanging from the white railing on the porch. There is a two-door garage with siding and shutters that match the house. The front yard is taken care of very well and there is a little flower garden in front of the porch, with flowers of red, pink, purple, and blue. The grass is as green as can be with no signs of brown burnt grass. The driveway is newly paved and the walk way as well. It’s a beautiful house; I hope to have a house just like that one day.

Prompt #7

2005-03-16T07:26:00.000-08:00

.In the drawer is a box made of carved and joined bits of driftwood, which holds objects meaningless to anyone else but sacred, precious, unforgettable to me...

On a shelf, in my closet is an old shoe box, and in that shoe box is a bunch of letters that me and my husband wrote to each other while we were dating. The letters are filled with too many I love yous to count, and so many outlandish promises that most of them are sure not to come true. A couple of the letters are apology letters where we got in a fight and then felt so sorry for what was said and that we wish we could go back in time and change it. The letters are filled of our hopes and dreams for our relationship, what we are going to do when we grow up to take care of each other, the family we are going to have, the life we are going to have. The letters are so sweet and so special to me. I have saved every letter that I have ever gotten from my husband and even the letters that I wrote to him. Every once in a while I take out that old shoe box and read the innocence and young puppy love that developed into adult love that will one day develop into ultimate and comfortable love where we wont need to ask what we want for dinner or where we want to go. We’ll just know. Once I read through all the letters there’s a picture at the bottom of the box. It’s one of my favorite pictures of my and my husband together when we first started dating.

Prompt #6

2005-03-16T07:25:00.000-08:00

The safest place in the world.

I got married nearly a year ago to my husband. He is the safest place in the world to me. I read a prompt reaction where in her husband’s arms is the safest place for her. Not for me. Just being with my husband is safe. My husband is 6’1”, has big broad shoulders, he’s sturdy, and wonderful. I know that when my husband is around that nothing can happen to me. If he thinks I’m sad, he’ll pull me aside and ask what’s wrong and then try to fix it. If I get hurt he is the first one to be there to make it all better. If I get scared, he’ll put his arm around me and let me know that he’s there and everything will be okay. If I’m happy, he wants to be there and enjoy what ever is making me happy too. If I’m bored, he will try to entertain me and make me laugh. If I’m in danger, he’s there protecting me, even if it just from a five year old hitting me. My husband, my protector.

Freesyle #6

2005-03-11T07:01:00.000-08:00

I know that most people like there in laws but I’m not one of those people. I can’t stand my mother in-law. She is so drives me crazy sometimes. She lives all the way up in Old Town; I live in Bangor. She drove all the way down to my house this morning for no reason. She came down at 8:30-9:00 this morning and she had a class at the University of Maine at 11:00 this morning. It takes like half and hour to drive to Old Town so she could only stay for like and hour and a half. What’s the point in that? And then, when she came over my husband was going to drive me to school so he could have the car today. You would think that she would stay at home and watch my son for twenty minutes, that is the reason she came down I think, is to see my son. But no, she decided that she wanted to come along for the ride. So instead of her staying at the house she came with me and my husband to drop me off at school, so I had to sit in the back seat, I’m not going to make her sit in the back, and listen to her remind my husband that her birthday is on Sunday and what is he going to get her for her birthday. She invited herself over on her birthday and then volunteered my husband to make her cake and get her ice cream and to take her out to dinner. For one thing, it’s rude to remind people of your birthday and to get them presents, another thing, no way is my husband going to make and cake and get her ice cream, he’d have me do it and she knows that, and third, what makes her think that we have all this money to take her, her kids, and ourselves out to dinner. We never go out to dinner, nonetheless take three extra people. And I think it’s rude anyways to put that responsibility on us. She’s a grown adult and should be old enough, 45, to know that she doesn’t need a big party especially thrown by her twenty year old son who has a family to support. I just think it’s tacky to ask and invite yourself over to another person’s house.

Freesyle #5

2005-03-07T05:28:00.000-08:00

My son, who is nine months old, is starting to learn to walk. My husband and I are so excited. He is a very smart boy. Everything that he has learned to do so far he taught himself. He just sat up one day and he stayed sitting up since then. He was lying on the floor one day and he just rolled over. He was lying on his belly one day and he got up on his hands and knees and started crawling. He was sitting in his crib one day and he just pulled himself up and stood there. He was standing up while he was taking a tubby one day and he just let go and stood there. Everything that he has learned so far he learned on his own. And now that it’s time for him to start walking we are helping him to learn but he is catching on fast! We just have him stand and then call him to us and he’ll take two or three steps and then he leans too far forward and falls down. We are so proud of him! I remember when we just brought him home from the hospital and how tiny and perfect he was. I never would have imagined just how great being a mom is and how the simplest little feats are so amazing to see for the first time out of your own little baby.

Prompt #5

2005-03-02T08:25:00.000-08:00

The Battle Begins.

In my living room I have a TV stand that is really a computer desk but I don't have a real TV stand so for now the computer stand will have to do. On the computer stand there is a shelf that is low to the floor and on it is a DVD/VCR player, a sorround sound system, and the center speaker for the surround system. Now here's the battle part, I also have a nine month old son who is crawling around like his diaper is on fire and is too curious for his own good. Let me tell you a little something, babies always get into what they're not supposed to get into. As soon as my son's hands and knees touch my living room floor; thump, thump, thump go those little hands and knees and he's off! Right to the computer stand. I could tell my son til I'm blue in the face to "no touch!" but he just stops, looks at me with a huge smile on his face and continues on his way to the computer stand. It is a constant battle to keep my son away from the computer stand. I try to get him to listen to me, but he just thinks it's funny. I can't even leave him in the room alone for a second because when I come back in he's standing up at the computer stand with his fingers stuck in the VCR. I wonder? Is a leash on a nine month old considered cruel! Just kidding.

Prompt #4

2005-02-18T07:47:00.000-08:00

Who is the last person I want to remember? That's easy. My psychology teacher. I have her this semester and she is a really big bitch. She is soo tough on my class. She comes to class the first day of classes and goes over the syllabus and then the next day of class we have a substitute teacher that doesn't know what my teacher expects for the semester. And on top of it, we have a portfolio due the day my teacher is coming back from her vacation and we don't know what is supposed to be in the portfolio. She came back from her vacation yesterday and she said to pass up our portfolios and most of the class didn't have anything written because we didn't know what to write about and she told the class that she wouldn't accept any late homework or portfolios. The class sucks and I don't want to remember this teacher when the semester is over.

Freestyle #4

2005-02-18T07:30:00.000-08:00

Well I cannot wait until vacation. I finally got caught up on all my classes except psychology (she gave us two take home tests and expects us to read the next chapter before the next class). But other than that I will be all caught up. I feel exhausted from all the homework and all the house cleaning that I do and my husband is like a second child on top of my 9 month old. I am just so tired. I need to spend my whole vacation sleeping!! That of course wont happen not with a son, husband, all of a sudden my imaginary maid took off, so I guess I have to do the cleaning myself. So I guess my vacation isn't really a vacation. But I knew that I wouldn't ever get a vacation again until my son and all my future kids are grown and out of my house!!!

Inventory Graf

2005-02-18T07:18:00.000-08:00

First there's an old TV antenna, one of the antenna rods is broken off and the knob that switches the settings is missing. The antenna is set of top of the TV. The only stations that come in are 5,7,12, and 73. The TV is set on top of a computer desk (we don't have a normal entertainment center) also on the desk, on the left side of the TV, is a camcorders with recordings of my 9 month old son sticking his tongue out, blowing zerberts, sharing spaghetti with his friend, and making a huge mess eating banana's. Beside the camcorder is a small tube of lotion (my husband doesn't know how to put anything away) and on the right side of the TV is a pile of CD's and DVD's. Now since it's a computer desk it has a big shelf to put things inside. Inside the desk is a DVD/VHS player. On top of that is a center speaker, and on the bottom of the DVD/VHS player is a surround sound system that I spent about an hour putting together. There are tons of wires that connect the speakers to the system. On either side of the systems are Elmo video tapes. My son loves Elmo. His face lights up whenever he hears the intro song. And last, underneath the desk is the bass speaker to the surround sound system.

Inventory List

2005-02-18T07:16:00.000-08:00

TV Antenna
TV
Camcorder
Lotion
Pile of CD's and DVD's
Desk
DVD/VHS Player
Speaker
Surround Sound System
Video Tapes
Bass Speaker

Freestyle #3

2005-02-18T07:07:00.000-08:00

Boom, Thump. "Are you okay?" You know what really sucks? Falling down the stairs. It was Thursday night, around 7 o'clock and I had just gotten my son dressed in his pajamas and was bringing him down stairs to watch Wheel of Fortune. I got to the second step and then it happened. My foot slipped, and I went down so fast I didn't even know what hit me. My poor son, I was holding him in my arm and I squeezed him tight so I wouldn't drop him. I landed boom, thump, slam on my hip and my elbow. My son started crying and then screaming and all I wanted to do was hold him tight and make him feel better mean while my elbow is killing me! My husband comes out and asks, "Are you all right?" I wanted to say No I'm not all right, but I said yeah, I'm fine. My foot just slipped. My son stopped crying, I got up and we went downstairs, very carefully, and watched Wheel of Fortune.

Beginning-Middle-End Person Paragraph

2005-02-16T07:29:00.000-08:00

Some people just get one your nerves so bad that you just can't stand to be in the same room with them but at the same time you can't live without them. Well it's the same thing with sisters. My sister is seven years younger than me and she is very annoying. I think every middle child experiences middle child syndrome but I feel like I experienced it the worst. My sister is very cute. She is thirteen years old now and she has the perfect little shape to her body, not like me who has had a baby and still can't seem to lose that weight (not that I had a cute shape to begin with). And she has hair that is spiral curly that she doesn't have to put any effort into fixing, I on the other hand have straight, straight frizzy hair that I can't ever figure out what to do to it. So as you can see I am a little jealous of my sister's looks, but that's not anything new. Everyone wants what someone else wants at some point in their life. But what really used to get me when I was younger was how my sister used to get anything that she wanted. When I was little my mother wouldn't do anything for me. If I wanted to go to the mall I couldn't, I had to baby sit my little sister. If I needed to have money for lunch when we went on a field trip at school, well she didn't have the money so I would have to bring a packed lunch. Do you know how much it sucks and how embarrassing it is to go to McDonald's and have to bring a packed lunch. If I needed a ride home from school, my mom was too busy so I had to walk two and a half miles home. My sister lucked out being the last child. She's the only child in the house so my mom does everything for her. If she wants to go to the mall my mom will take her, my sister doesn't even need to find a ride!! If she needs money for lunch my mom will give her ten dollars and tell her to have a good time! And if my sister needs a ride home from school my mom will jump right up to go get her. So yeah I think I have middle child syndrome. I definitely had it harder than my sister does right now but I just remember that I am stronger having to fend for myself when I was growing up and for that I am more independent. Besides, one day my sister will grow up and have children of her own and then she will have to be the one to run all around picking up her kids and giving them lunch money. I guess that can be my satisfaction. One day my sister will realize what a pain she was.

Blog Hunt Report

2005-02-14T07:50:00.001-08:00

I read a blog on the worst teacher. It was a good blog. It was very funny. The student wrote about his worst teacher who happened to be new to the teaching profession. The teacher was one of those annoying ones who tries to be your friend rather than your teacher. The person who wrote this blog was very funny. The person who wrote the story used humor, feelings and description. It was an interesting read.

Intro to cause entry 2

2005-02-14T07:13:00.000-08:00

"Why do you have to take so long in the bathroom? What do you need to do that takes you three hours?" My husband completely exagerates. I mean come on, there is no way that I was in the bathroom for three hours. And why does he need to rush me? I hate it when he does that. He always says that I nag. I don't call it nagging, I call it asking him to do something. You would think that he would get it, if he hung up his jacket rather than throwing it on a chair I wouldn't have to nag. I only nag sometimes and when I do it's when he doesn't do something that I ask him to do, when he doesn't do something that he's supposed to do, or when I just can't stand something that he's doing and I want him to stop.

Intro to cause essay

2005-02-14T07:05:00.000-08:00

"Why can't you just put your coat on a hanger and hang it up? It's not that hard. I don't know why I have to ask you to do it everytime you take your coat off!" Women nag. I nag, and it drives my husband crazy. He always asks why I nag so much, "Why are you always annoyed that you have to nag!" Most women nag for three reasons: They can't stand something and they want it fixed, they ask someone to do something and it still doesn't get done, and sometimes they just can't stop themselves from nagging.

Prompt #3

2005-02-07T07:35:00.000-08:00

I like to keep a clean house. My husband always complains that I spend too much time cleaning and not enough time with him and my son, which of course isn't true. He just tries to make me feel guilty for cleaning rather than being with them. So one day I had dishes to do, I really needed to sweep the floors and I had laundry to wash, dry, and fold. But I also was at school all day and hadn't spent much time with my son and my husband so I debated with myself on what I should do.
"Well I really need to clean, what if somebody comes over and sees my house looking like this, I would be soo embarrassed."
"But I haven't really seen Jaedan or Jason since 8 this morning and Jaedan was really excited to see me."
"But on the other hand I did say hello and played with him for half an hour and he seems like that was all he needed right now, I could just throw a load of laundry in the dryer and put some more clothes in the washer."
"If I do the laundry then I might as well do the dishes too. And if I do the dishes then I can't just leave the floor dirty, Jaedan does crawl all over these floors and I don't want him crawling in dirt. "
"But if I do all that it will probably take about an hour and a half and then it will almost be time for Jaedan to take a nap."
" I know I'll play with Jaedan now and then when he goes down for a nap, I'll clean then. Problem solved. That wasn't so hard to figure out. Now what should I make for supper?"

Thing

2005-02-04T10:20:00.000-08:00

An important thing in my life, something I use everyday, something that I'm not sure I could live without, is a pacifier. My son needs his pacifier. He isn't one of those baby's that needs to have it all the time. He usually doesn't have it in his mouth but he does need it to go to sleep. I don't even dare to try to put him in his crib without it. I think, no I know that he would scream and cry until he passed out from exhaustion. I wouldn't want to put him or me through that.
If he falls down he needs to have his pacifier. I pick him up and hold him close but he needs to have that extra comfort of sucking on that little piece of yellow, brown rubber that is shaped to his mouth. It's the thing that saves the day! If my son is crying just pop the pacifier in and he stops, if he falls down and bumps his head, stick in the pacifier and he stops, when it's time to put him to sleep, in goes the pacifier and he passes out almost immediately.
The pacifier. It is the thing that saves the day and makes my day so much easier. I don't know what I would do without the pacifier.
Anon.

I-Search Topic

2005-02-04T07:29:00.000-08:00

Daycare is a very hard decision to make. When is the right time to put my son in daycare? What is the right kind of daycare to get my son into? A daycare just for infants. A daycare with lots of kids. A daycare with lots of help. A daycare/preschool that teaches children no matter what the age. What kind of questions should I ask and what kind of answers am I supposed to be looking for? Do I really want my son in daycare right now? If my son is in daycare will it be hard for him to adjust? Will daycare have a positive or negative effect on my son? These are all questions that I have and are hoping to answer in my answer I-search paper.
My son is a beautiful 8 month old son and he is the light of my life. I think that daycare will be a good experience for him. He is a quiet boy who will just sit and play or crawl around on the floor exploring everything there is to explore. Sometimes he can be naughty and climb up on the stairs or climb up on the DVD player when he's not supposed to but he is a good boy. He hasn't had too much contact with other children. We have friends who have a son and they usually play good together. But the other boy is 16 months and is in daycare so he knows how to interact with other children. I think daycare will be a good thing for my son.

Prompt #2

2005-02-02T10:04:00.000-08:00

If this baby could talk:

Wow! What a pretty lady! She's so nice and she always pays attention to me. If I cry she always knows why. She knows my hungry cry, my thirsty gulping noise, she even knows when I'm sleepy and I need to go nigh night. She holds me so tight and secure I always know that she has me and I wont fall even when she tosses me in the air and catches me. Sometimes she goes away and I don't think she'll come back and then she does and she always gives me lots of hugs and kisses to show me that I am her favorite baby in the whole world and she loves only me. I get to see her every day, when I first wake up she is there. When it's time for dinner she's there feeding me. When I need a tubby, she's there watching me stick my rubber ducky's head in my mouth and stand up in the tub just to practice sitting down. My mommy is the best mommy in the world and she loves me so much.

Anon.

Course Reaction

2005-02-02T07:21:00.000-08:00

I thought this class was going to be annoying at first. Oh great, a teacher who wants to be the "cool" teacher. The kind of teacher who wants to be everybody's best friend. But I was wrong. I really like this class. I like how we can be independent on when we turn in our weekly prompts as long as we turn things in in a reasonable manner. I like the topics that we can write about and how we are challenged about the things that we write about. It stimulates our creativity and still has a topic to stick to. All in all this is a good course and I know that I will like it and strive to do good in this class.

Anon.

Unique

2005-01-31T07:21:00.000-08:00

Everyone is unique. Nothing new about that statement. Everyone knows that people are unique. I'm unique. I am a twenty year old married woman. I am a very proud mother of an eight month old son. But I'm more than just a mother or a wife, I'm a crafty person. I love to do crafts mostly with pictures. My pride and joy of crafts is scrapbooking. I spend an average of an hour or two on one page in my scrapbooks. I have done two scrapbooks so far. The first scrapbook I did was in high school and I was very proud of it until I started the scrapbook of my pregnancy and my son. I spent so much time on that scrapbook and I am so proud of it. I have special pages in it that only have to do with my son, a baby shower page, a big belly page, and even a feelings page that expressed all the feelings that I had while I was pregnant. I love to scrapbook. It is the one thing that I do to relax and put me in a good mood if I'm stressed out.

Anon.

Freestyle # 2

2005-01-26T07:31:00.000-08:00

I'm alone in a quiet room. My living room to be exact. What a weird name for a room. I don't know about most people but I live in my whole house. I know there is probably some explanation from long ago like there were only one room houses so they called the room the living room or something like that. I would think that the room would be renamed by now. I think I may rename my living room. Maybe I'll call it the couch room, or the TV room, or maybe the room with the big picture window. I don't know. Maybe I'll just leave it. I don't want to rename the room and then have to explain the new name to everyone who visits me. Yeah, I think I'll just leave the living room as the living room. Maybe that's why the room never was changed before now, people were too lazy to.

Anon.

Freestyle # 1

2005-01-26T07:12:00.000-08:00

Love is a complicated thing. I remember when I was young I wondered what it would be like to be in love. I couldn't wait to be in love. I saw all the TV shows and movies with people in love and sweet couples went on walks and picnics with romanic music playing in the background. I couldn't wait to be in love. Then I became a teenager and the whole point of being in love when you're a teenager is to try to copy all the tv shows when you're a kid. So I went on walks and on picnics, on dates to the movies and out to dinner and I waited for the romantic music to start magically playing and it didn't. I would come home and call my friends on the phone and tell them what a wonderful time I had and how great my man (who was really just a boy) was and go to sleep dreaming of my date but with the music playing. Now I'm married. Anyone who's married knows that love isn't about romantic music and cuddling, it's about waking up at five thirty in the morning when you really don't have to be up until seven, just because the peson you love has to be up that early. It's about giving the person you love the last of the ice cream even though you know that they've had more of it than you. Love is a complicated thing. You dream about how amazing it's going to be when you're a child, you try to act it out when you're a teenager, and then you really experience it and you realize love is about giving and so much more. You realize that you would do anything for the one you love just to see a smile.

Anon.

Prompt # 1

2005-01-24T07:48:00.000-08:00

I sit in my living room. It's quiet, for once. Usually my 8 month old son is crawling around on the floor trying to get into everything and my husband is constantly calling on me to pay attention to him, I want a kiss, can you get me a drink, I'm bored. He's just like having another child. It's quiet. I have nothing to do, my house is clean, my son is sleeping, and my husband is watching TV upstairs. I don't know what to do. I could watch TV, or I could take a nap, or I could... I don't know. I guess I'll just sit here and enjoy the peace and quiet!

Worst Teacher

2005-01-24T07:36:00.000-08:00

Silence. And then the slow steady breath of the brittle, red haired monster. She takes a deep breath and begins... Now class, as soon as those words are said I tune out. Every day the class begins the same way. She talks with an annoying fake accent while she draws out her words at the end of every sentence. She's short and slim but there is so much power in her stance. She stands with her back straight as a board, her brillo pad hair cut short, her lips are red like the fires of hell that she came from. Just as I look up from the doodling on my paper I see Her. She's standing in front of me and had been calling on me to read from the text. I hate reading in front of the class I think as I take a deep breath and begin to read.

Anon.

Hands

2005-01-24T07:26:00.000-08:00

Slowly the skin splits apart and a small line of blood appears. It's dry skin season again. My hands are crying out to me to give them a cool, refreshing taste of hand cream. Please, please they beg, we are too young for this torture. My hands are so dry they look like the hands of an eighty year old woman who worked in the potato fields all day, did dishes all night, and knitted men's socks in between for most of her life. I give in. The lotion soothes my skin back to it's twenty year old luster!!Anon.