Computers make me nuts. I'm not even sure this blog is live. I don't know if I did all the correct things to make it live. It doesn't really matter. I am entering my senior year courses for my bachelor's degree, and it has been recommended from day one that students journal daily. So, I thought I would try blogging now. I started to blog/journal on another blog source, but I wasn't happy with that one, so am trying this instead. I'm thinking that if I print out each of my posts, I can collect them in a binder and have that as my journal. I could add handwritten notes, pictures, cards, clippings, etc. Hmm. That could be fun.
Day two of blogging, and I'm 100%. Two for two. That's a record isn't it?
I'm trying to ignore my headache tonight, hoping it doesn't progress into a full-blown migraine. Since I've been on thyroid medication recently, I have noticed that, while I do still have migraines, I have fewer. I am so grateful for that.
MK is so sweet. She found a pair of down slippers at the Lighthouse Mission today. She knows that my feet are always so cold. She got them for me and now my feet are warm and toasty for the first time this winter. They were even the right size! She's showing signs of thoughtfulness, giving, and care-taking.
MK does not like oatmeal. I have tried many different ways of preparing the oatmeal so that she will eat it. The best I've done is load it with cooked apple chunks, sugar replacer, butter, cinnamon, maple syrup and honey -- all in one mixture. She will eat some that way, but no other way. Today I was out of the apples and the honey, but made it with the rest. No way. She refused to eat it. So, I used that mixture and made muffins. That she ate. She got her oatmeal. Camouflaged oatmeal. At least it didn't go to waste.
Yesterday, I asked MK to bring me her spelling book so I could check up on the work she has been doing. She went into a near panic . . . she had skipped some pages because she thought they were too hard (actually, to much trouble or work). She knows she is not to skip pages and that she should ask for help. So, I had to sit with her and go over the pages with her. Once she settled down and looked at the instructions more carefully, she did fine. She has a bad habit of looking at a page, seeing a lot of work and just thinking that's too hard and then doesn't even try. It is much easier to give up than to work through it. Bad habit. I try to help her with it by taking it one step at a time and not seeing the scary whole picture. But, she whines and puts up quite a show and at her age, that is getting a bit old and tired. I hope she outgrows this.
I start my new semester Monday. Only one day of freedom left. The break went by so quickly. I hope to graduate in 2010. I am already doing some freelance writing and have a contract with a greeting card company for the marketing of one of my poems. The marketing process could last up to two years. Let's hope it is much less time and that it is accepted. The pay for accepted work is very good. You sometimes have to throw a lot of stuff at the fan before any sticks. I only had to throw a little before they sent me a contract for marketing this one. They want me to write more, but I never have peaceful times or even the time to settle into the right attitude for this type of writing. This is something I hope to do a lot more of, especially after graduating. In the meantime the copywriting is helping to keep us in our house.
Time to go rest and try to conquer this headache.
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