Ooops

When you have two 8 page research papers due in two and a half weeks, there are a few things that will inevitably fall by the wayside.  I’ve been keeping the laundry up, the bathrooms are fairly clean and my bed has been made everyday. (TRMinator made my bed this morning for some reason—he said he was bored, go figure!)  I thought I was doing a pretty good job of keeping everything going while I was working maniacally on my papers.  That is until a chain of thoughts about the air and inversion (I know, weird), on my way home from taking TRMinator to school led me to the realization that today is my anniversary!  I don’t feel too bad though (or maybe I should feel worse, hmmmm….) because Hubby forgot too till I called and reminded him this morning.

The funny thing about this is I knew yesterday that the next day was going to be my anniversary.  But then I got my grade for the paper that I just wrote about the ridiculous made up literary theory, (I got an A, thankyouverymuch, I guess it goes to show that you really don’t have to know what you’re talking about as long as you throw the right buzz words in.) and I came up with a thesis statement for my literary criticism paper that has really been eluding me.  So in other words, my paper started taking over my life again, and the whole anniversary thing went out the window.  I guess when you’ve been married for 14 years, its just not that big of a deal anymore!  I told Hubby that we can go do something fun after April 15, because I’m going to be a bit preoccupied until then!

I want off!!

I know I haven’t been around much lately.  For some reason I hopped aboard a train that went to literary criticism world, and let me tell you, that is not a fun place to be.  I want my money back for this trip, because I don’t like it here!  I want to go home!

I have a paper that is due on Friday which needs to be a 2 page summary of the deconstruction literary criticism.  Let me tell you just a bit about this theory.  It’s a crock of huey!  Let me explicate what I mean. (That’s a term that professors use when they just want you to explain something.  Why, for heaven’s sake they just can’t say explain is beyond me.  I guess it makes them feel smarter and more academic when they say explicate.)  About 50 years ago, a bunch of literary academia's got together and decided that the world of literary criticism just wasn’t complicated enough.  There had to be a new way to make something out of nothing.  So they invented the deconstruction criticism.  It’s a way of looking at a text that millions of people and critics have already read and got pretty much all there is to get out of it, but the deconstructionists think that there has to be something more.  So they thought let’s analyze and reanalyze and analyze some more to see if there isn’t something, anything, that we can pull out to make ourselves feel like we’re good critics and feel better about ourselves.  That’s really all it is in a nutshell—and I have to write 2 pages about it.  At this point I am grateful that it is only two pages and not six. 

The really good news is as soon as I am done with that, I get to start on two research papers!  Ay yay yay.   What did I get myself into?

Wordless Wednesday

 

So many treasures!

It’s amazing what you find when the snow finally melts and reveals all the lovely, brown dead grass.  In the back yard I discovered a treasure trove of squirt guns.  I usually make the boys go around and pick everything up before the snow flies.  Apparently I didn’t last year.  Maybe the snow came early?  I honestly can’t remember, but the boys will be heading outside to pick up as soon as they get home from school today.

In the front yard the treasures waiting for me were even better-  dog poop.  And not just one little clump, there were at least 4 or 5.  I don’t know if it had been there all winter and just hidden under the snow, or if it’s recent, but either way it really irritates me.  That is one of the main reasons that I don’t want a dog!  I don’t want to have to be constantly cleaning up its poop or stepping around it!  Lucky me, I get all the joys of cleaning up after my neighbor’s dogs with none of the benefits.  Sometimes I think I should live out in the boondocks so I don’t have to deal with dumb, inconsiderate neighbors!