tutor, fourth, equate, regrettablyTell us about your weekend.
By the way - Beth and Inspired Dreamer are BOTH just one win away from having all seven. And they both are missing Day Two! Don't go easy on them!
We Have A Winner! 02/09/10
"We should have stopped when we had our fourth", I regrettably told my wife on Saturday. In school, they don't teach you how to deal with large families. You don't get a tutor to tell you when you stop when you're ahead. The constant noise, smell and mess my living room has become does nothing but equate a hole in my wall. Not to mention a boxing fracture on my dominant hand. My wife has been crying all day. She said that I am mean and hurt her and the children. All because I can't control my anger.Winner: Eric
Who the heck calls cats "their children" anyways?
Reason: In addition to including all words in the prescribed scenario, he included a bit of a twist at the end. I do SO love a twist!
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Regrettably, I had to study my butt off over the weekend. I was told that I had to pass the test in Sunday School or I would be banned from the church, and would go to hell. This would be my fourth attempt to pass this test, so I called on a tutor in hopes that they would help my pass this time. I struggled and struggled to remember all the apostles, ten commandments, breaking at least one of them in the process. Together, we broke another commandment, we equate to cheat. I snuck my cell phone into the testing room, and texted the questions I struggled with to my tutor while I worked on answering the others, possibly breaking a few other commandments as well. I'm not sure how, but I passed the test. Unfortunately, I'll be saying Hail Mary's for this until the day I die.
Since I probably won't win today's, I'll wish Beth and Inspired Dreamer the best of luck on finally collecting all 7 winner badges!
"We should have stopped when we had our fourth", I regrettably told my wife on Saturday. In school, they don't teach you how to deal with large families. You don't get a tutor to tell you when you stop when you're ahead. The constant noise, smell and mess my living room has become does nothing but equate a hole in my wall. Not to mention a boxing fracture on my dominant hand. My wife has been crying all day. She said that I am mean and hurt her and the children. All because I can't control my anger.
Who the heck calls cats "their children" anyways?
In fourth grade, most regrettably,
I was a tutor for high schoolers (three.)
But one can't equate
Genius innate
With friendship--I knew no one like me.
Everyone knows that boy meets girl plus boy and girl fall in love is suppose to equate to boy and girl marry and live happily ever after. Regrettably, that is not my story. Or rather, it is many of my stories... except the happily ever after part. I met John in high school. We we more than just dating. We were an item. I reveled in the jealousy of my friends over having such a great relationship. John and I married the summer after graduating from Washington High. I was a student by day and a waitress by night. He was an auto mechanic, whom I found out later had a penchant for young women. My sophomore year of college consisted of advanced biology and divorce papers.
My junior year, I met Ronald. He majored in physical education, but had no desire to work with children or in a school. He was hoping to become a personal trainer for the stars. I was caught up in his dream of meeting celebrities and living life large in California. After six years of marriage, I woke up and realized that he had a better relationship with the gym and that I desperately wanted children. He was opposed to making changes. I celebrated my 27th birthday with the legal papers noting our divorce was final and a plate of fried cheese curds.
Then, I met Mark, a police officer who pulled me over for speeding. He was handsome, stable, independent, interested in me and children. We dated for two years before setting a wedding date. I wanted to be sure this relationship included me as an important member and had plenty of expectation for additional members. After 18 months, it was still the two of us with little hope on the horizon. We tried everything to increase our family: home remedies, old wives tales, in vitro fertilization, adoption, surrogate motherhood. Those three years were filled with disillusions and disappointments. Our relationship crumbled with each negative response until there was nothing but rubble and dust between us. Mark has remarried and has three beautiful children.
I realized my only option for children was to change careers to one that involved children instead of rodents. I began working as a tutor and volunteering at the library when I wasn't assisting in the schools. That's how I met Paul. His son was struggling in almost every subject area. Diligently, I worked on the team until he was diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome. Then I worked hard to support Paul in adapting to the demands that come with a child with a disability. After a few cups of coffee, I knew this could be my new family.
Tomorrow, Sunday, I am giving this story a fourth try, and keeping my fingers crossed for a happily ever after ending with my husband and our wonderful son.
How was my weekend, you ask?
What an utter, complete waste!
I tried to tutor a child
On the proper use of paste...
He stuck a sock to the dog,
He glued his hands to his face,
He fixed pens to the curtains -
My poor house was a disgrace!
You would think I would have learned
After the fourth try, or tenth;
But I equate giving up
With just the weakest of men.
So once our session was done,
Of course, inevitably,
We booked one more next weekend...
Yes, it's true - regrettably.
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