God DAMN it.

I HATE hating being in love.

Sorry if this is a tight-diamond-shoes complaint. I'm just not loving the experience of falling madly for somebody who will likely break up with me in the long run for reasons completely beyond my control. It makes the honeymoon period so bittersweet when, really, only the sweet should be there.

It makes the honeymoon period so bittersweet when, really, only the sweet should be there.

When I was 10 I used to feel this way about Whoppers. "Every bite takes me one step closer to being finished with this beautiful hamburger! I can't enjoy it because it's already slipping away!"

It was the opposite of zen.

It was the opposite of zen.

I am stealing this expression, and using it at every opportunity from now on. Many of which will likely be inappropriate.

Just so you know.

Emmett spoiler for Raq

Hee!!! Still my hero.

I am amused by the comparison of young love to Whoppers.

Why we are not like Other People: DH's cow-orker spotted his badge reel yesterday, which has a jolly roger on it, shook her head, and said, "That child doesn't stand a chance."

I don't even understand what a piratey badge reel has to do with Mallory's chances (for what?).

Chiming in on the homework thing, I want to say that in my case the great test scores that overshadowed the crappy homework combined with generally being well-behaved did me a disservice of life-altering proportions. Doing homework was painfully frustrating - it always felt like it took forever, and was rather like trying to work up the nerve to pull my own teeth with rusty pliers. It went best when there was enough pressure to bring on an adrenaline rush, so putting it off until the last possible moment was key to my strategy. The noise of the household was a problem, too. By fifth grade I was habitually waking up in the small hours of the morning to do it - and no, my parents did not bother to check that I had completed it, nor did they have any clue that the established environment of kids doing homework in the dining room while the tv blared in from the living room created havok in my brain.

To give my mother some credit, last year when I finally figured out I have AD/HD, she did not respond with "But you aren't hyper", like so many other people who knew me in school did.

gronk

airport soon

houseguests leaving

cooffffeeeeeeeeeee

Didja get that coffee, Perkins. I just made a yummy big pot.

Oh yeah, coffee. Good plan.

No school today. Happy New Year. I'm off to work early so I can get some done before the kids are up then home for more homework battles.

Coffee gooood.

Nicole and SailAweigh have been safely delivered (sad), and now I am going back to bed, once I am done with my I have my apartment back dance. (Nicole and Sail will be doing their dances later.)

Laura - if you're still around, insent to your profile address (just so you don't wonder who the random e-mail is from).