My head is pounding. I think I am getting a sinus infection.
And here are tonight’s top stories.
1) By Friday, all of my college work shall be submitted. This is glorious news because who has time to do college?
Not me!
2) Fun Fact. Remember when I first started these online classes and I made fun of how O-L-D I am now and how H-A-R-D it is for me to figure out the meshing of the classes and Interwebs? Sure you do.
Anyways. I was going over my grades last week and I completely missed an essay worth many points. Like just missed it. Did not even know it existed. Did not know what is was on. Nor when it should have been due. Clueless.
I sent a message to the instructor, certain she would tell me that something along the lines of “tough luck.”
She did not even respond to me.
About a week later, I am having trouble in this same class submitting a paper. The paper is for bonus points, of which I desperately need. Seeing as how there are Essays due that I don’t even know about.
And have I mentioned my obsession with getting A’s?
This is all getting my panties in a bunch. A bunch!
So. I email the instructor once again, hoping this time she will talk to me.
You see, dear readers, I have two classes. The first class I am doing well in and communicate on a regular basis with the instructor. If she messages me, I get a cute, little envelope on my Blackboard homepage. So this is what I assumed would happen when the other instructor replied.
I don’t know how it happened, but it must have been Divine Intervention because apparently, there was this whole other email account I didn’t even know about. And the OTHER instructor has been chatting with me via this mystery account since January and I have never seen it.
She had responded to my email last week. Her response was:
“Hi, Taylor! Have you read the syllabus? Have you been following along with the course outline telling you when projects are due? Could you please find my policy regarding late work on the syllabus and reply back to me stating what my policy is? Thanks!”
Boy, did I feel sheepish.
*Head Hanging in Shame*
So, I repeat back to her what her late policy is, feeling like an idiot. And apparently she is nice and lets people turn in work up to one week late. But I am like, oh SIX weeks late. But I apologized and she told me I could still turn it in.
Yay for nice people! It makes my Grade-A loving heart so happy!
I am too old for school. I will admit it.
3) Point #2 went a bit long. My apologies. You probably just skimmed it, didn’t you? DIDN’T YOU?
4) My head is in a bit of a fog. We are down to our last roll of toilet paper and there is like 4 slices of bread left in the house. We are out of cereal, all canned goods, and cheese. We have like, hmmm, 1 cup of milk.
5) I do, however, have Handsome Dude’s tooth on my nightstand. So, there you go.
6) I had to pull out his tooth the other day. He was upset because, and I quote,
“The Woose Toof is making me not breave.”
And since I am all for breathing, I yanked it out.
7) In other news, a coyote ran across our property while I was pouring my morning cup of coffee.
Doesn’t this sound like bad news? I thought so.
Well, in all honesty, I have no idea if it was a coyote or a wolf. I hope it was a coyote because I think wolves mean business. But I really don’t know how to tell the difference.
I texted David, certain this was our ticket out of here. I mean we can’t have wolves/coyotes running around! That’s crazy.
We need to move post haste.
So, I texted him asking if we should be concerned. He said no.
GoshDarnIt.
8) I remembered that once upon a time, my neighbor had texted me to warn of coyotes, so I decided to return the favor and text him a similar warning.
Neighborhood Watch: Animal Style. It is what us country folk do.
He, like David, seemed unimpressed. Then I remembered that he texted me about COUGARS, not coyotes.
In my defense, they are both creepy animals that start with a “C.”
9) David has to tear down the entire wood shed and rebuild it because he apparently made a mistake. Isn’t that the pits? I say we just slap a roof on the crooked thing and call it good. Which is why I don’t make a living in the field of home construction.
10) We have had a rabbit explosion. There are baby bunnies everywhere. We have a whole passel of them living under the chicken coop.
And can we not all agree that “passel” is a fun word?
The bunnies and the chickens peacefully coexist. No one tries to murder anyone, so I approve. Yet, if the cat gets in the chicken coop, the hens get all crazy-like and try to eat him.
11) I just saw our kitty, Mr. Poppers, trying to hunt a loose baby bunny-because have you heard?
Bunnies are everywhere!
This made me wonder if any of my darling children are remembering to feed Mr. Poppers?
I’ve been sick. Things are slipping around here. WE HAVE NO FOOD! And the toilets need a scrubbing something fierce.
12) Do you save your kids’ teeth after they fall out? My mother in law did. She handed me all of David’s baby teeth in a sandwich baggie years ago. I think sometimes I save my kids’ teeth and sometimes I forget. I might have a couple here and there scattered throughout the house. When I die, my children will have a grand time finding random bags of teeth, never knowing from whence they came. It will be a fine legacy to leave them.
So, what do you do with your kids’ teeth? I think they belong in the trash, to be honest.
Thoughts?
Alright. Goodbye.
I never saved my kids’ baby teeth…until child #3 came along. Then I started saving them. But not because I’m sentimental. More like I’m too lazy to remove them from the little tooth container and throw them in the garbage.
The good news is that they came in totally handy for our science fair project and have been sitting in a jar of Coke for a week. And they do not dissolve in 48 hours like the internet claims.
Sister T-
Have you considered taking a 24 hour seasonal allergy pill daily in the spring? That and saline nasal spray daily help me avoid getting sinus infections in the spring. Without them, I would have one for sure.
Sorry you don’t feel well. Great job on your semester!
Can’t you just submit your blog URL in lieu of an essay? It’s well written and would thoroughly explain why you don’t have time for syllabi.
I kept the first and last tooth. They are each in a baggie marked with a Sharpie…in my safety deposit box at the bank! Isn’t that what everybody does with their loose teeth?
My kids make me save the teeth. I keep telling them that in 20 years when I present them with a box of teeth to remember that it was their disgusting idea. One time I said “what are you going to do with all these teeth, build a display ledge?” and my son’s eyes brightened and he said, “YEAH!” and that was disturbing.
I totally agree with Mindee up there about submitting your blog URL to your professor … seems right to me!
My youngest had a tooth that was black from bumping it in a nasty fall, and he wrote a special note to the toothfairy asking permission to keep it when it FINALLY came out because it was “special” … ? When the toothfairy replied YES my boy was so excited that he dropped the tooth on the floor and we never found it. I was kind of glad :o)
Oh, my goodness. I have Dave’s teeth, too. Will we do this to our daughters-in-law?
I do save teeth, and my children each have their own little cute container. Special.
That’s special, alright. 😉
my youngest daughter pulled a tooth today. her own tooth. out of her own mouth. I don’t do it. they come to me, “mom, this tooth is really wiggly!” I look in their mouth, “yep, you should pull it”, and I walk away. she came out of the bathroom with a bloody tissue hanging out of her mouth, says, “done!” and tosses it in the garbage. and walks away. 😉
We had a moose and 3 snowshoe hares run across our yard. You win. No coyotes this far north.
I trash ’em. Unabashedly.
First the easy part-throw the teeth away!
We have coyotes here…people with small dogs are told to keep a close eye, else their pets become dinner for a coyote. I’ve never actually seen one in our woods, but have seen one or two dead on the road, struck by cars. Coyotes may be the enemy of small dogs, but traffic is apparently the enemy of the coyote. We also have mountain lions. The day we moved in there was an entire deer leg (fur and all) in our yard, which the yard guy informed me was likely the work of a mountain lion.
Feel better soon! I read every word : )
I think if wolves mean serious business they will call all their cousins and attack in a pack. But one would probably attack small prey. I’m a thinking a lone coyote would attack small prey also. I defer to the authorities in your area, game warden etc? I saved all my son’s teeth and weirdly he has all his stepdaughter’s teeth??? Why? Don’t know. Online courses were very difficult for me and my son, we’d rather attend class. Hint* always keep powdered milk in house. Use for hotcakes, pudding, mac & cheese, hot cocoa etc. Feel better
Yes, I saved Ellen’s teeth; I have a special cutesy illustrated Toothfairy book which has a diagram of the teeth; there is a line going from each tooth so you can record the date lost. Plus there are instructions on how to preforate the cardboard and push the tooth through into the styrofoam beneath. Kind of weird, but better than a Ziplock. I figured since Ellen’ll be my one and only I’ll save as much as possible; except the tooth she accidentally swallowed, of course!
Now save the umbilical cord? Um…NO! Though I have heard that some people do.
Coyotes love chickens and bunnies and cats. Be wary of them.
Glad you have survived your college course. Feel better soon.
ohhhh I have been sick too, since MARCH and I feel so bad for you. Badly? Anyway, I really hope you are feeling better VERY soon.
I’m sure you’ll get an A. I can feel it in my bones.
Do the coke science experiment with them. Stick the tooth in a glass of coke overnight and it will be rotted by the morning. It’s fun. Oh wait. You’re out of groceries, so you probably don’t have a coke lying around to do the experiment with. Get some next time you come into town. 🙂