Part (b) of Part II of Part 3

I often think about blogging and topics to blog about and then I forget to remember what I wanted to blog about when I actually get to the computer so I just end up writing random crap, when I acutally had something that I wanted to write about but just can't remember. I really should start writing this stuff down right when I think of it. But just so you know this has been a life long struggle. My best friend tried to remedy the problem a few years ago, by buying me a handheld recorder. I used to write a lot of poetry and I also used to drive a lot for work. On my drives I would think of the most beautiful poetic lines that I really wanted to commit to paper. By the time I arrived at my destination and got caught up in whatever I was supposed to be doing I would forget the words. Then I would attempt to retrieve the sequence of words to no avail and piss and moan about it to my very organized, problem-solving best friend. So, the recorder arrived in the mail, I bought batteries for it, put it in my car and promplty forgot about it for the most part, hence continuing the vicious cycle. I did, however use it to test my singing skills. I sing at the top of my lungs if I am by myself in the car. When I turn the music up really loud, I can kid myself into believing that I am actually harmonizing with the professionals. So, to see if I was actually harmonizing, I recorded myself singing at the top of my lungs and then I hit replay and about drove off the road. I should not, and can not sing without scaring small children, and sending animals into painful howling episodes. My daughter, between the ages of 3-5 months would cry, large, crocodile tears if I sang. I still sing (at a much softer level) and she just ignores me now, but I really should have believed the evidence the recorder presented to me and the tears my child cried, but I keep practicing, because one day, I will carry a tune without making anyone cry and I'm just too stubborn to believe there is something in the world I can't be good at. What is really frustrating is, my husband can sing and does so very well. He is a joy to listen to and I'm grateful that one of us can sing to our child without eliciting tears.

Next topic, I hope to find out if I got accpeted into graduate school in early November. The application was due Oct 1st, why in the world do I have to wait until mid November? Do the people who review these things not realize that people's lives are hanging in the balance of anticipation and anxiety and that if they would just hurry up and read through them and give it a yes, no or even a maybe I could go one day without wondering about the status and if my life is going to get exponentially more crazy. Here is the nutshell version of my life. 1 yr old, new job, contemplation of more children in the very near future, husband in school, husband, dogs, sleep deprivation, chocolate chips and peanut butter. Certainly, I am not complaining, I just want to know if I have to add SKOOL to this list, so I can know what to prepare for. Either way, keep your fingers crossed and I'm sure I'll let you know if I get it and if I don't get in, I'll be looking to see what's next.


Oh, I do know that I wanted to say something about people who diss Oprah, (www.dfriedberg.blogspot.com) She has more money than you, get over it.