Hopefully, when you read this I’ll be down at the Capitol wearing blue for #stand4life…but, due to a combination of car issues and childcare constraints and fatigue, I’ll probably be sitting on the couch and watching the children fight over the television instead. This might work out well, though. If I stay here and offer it all up for the cause, the bill should breeze right on through the Senate.
UPDATE: Looks like I can make it! I’ll be doing live updates on Twitter!
One way we’ve been passing the long summer days is by playing Spot It (by “we” I mean “the kids play and I go hide somewhere in a desperate attempt to get a moment’s peace). I told Joe about all the fun the kids were having with the game, and the following conversation ensued:
Me: What I love about the game is that it’s so simple: Each player gets a card with little symbols on it. Then you turn over another card in the center of the table, and everyone looks to see if any of the symbols on their cards match the symbols on the master card. When you find a match, you yell “Spot it!” and you win that round.
Joe: So it seems like the dominant strategy there is just to yell “Spot it!” immediately as soon as the master card is turned over.
Me: What if you don’t have a matching symbol?
Joe: You just say you must have been mistaken.
Me: Umm…I think the designers assumed that you wouldn’t be playing the game with bad people.
Hopefully none of the kids inherited his lawyer genes, otherwise what was once a fun card game will degenerate into a contest to see who can scream “SPOT IT!” faster and louder than anyone else.
You know the Myers-Briggs personality types? We desperately need to come up with a system for categorizing your sleep personality type. What made me think of that? Glad you asked.
The other day I made the mistake of following the terrible-for-me advice to “sleep when the baby sleeps.” I managed to get the baby to take a nap while our two-year-old was also sleeping, and I thought I’d do the responsible thing and take a nap myself. ALAS, I forgot to factor in the fact that it typically takes me 30 – 45 minutes to fall asleep, even when I’m exhausted. I finally drifted off, and then, of course, eleven seconds after I fell into a deep sleep, the baby started crying. Long story short, that time would have been far better spent writing a blog post or wasting time on Twitter or doing pretty much anything but trying to sleep.
Inspired by this situation, I’ve come up with four dichotomies, a la Myers-Briggs:
Falls asleep easily (E) – (T) Has trouble falling asleep
Stays asleep well (S) – (W) Tends to wake up throughout the night
Morning person (M) – (N) Night person
Doesn’t deal with lack of sleep well (L) – (D) Can deal with lack of sleep pretty well
I am a TSND…which means that it’s usually better for me to forget about naps, tough it out until the evening, and just make up for lost sleep the next night. What’s your sleep personality?
Yaya sent the following letter to her entire email contact list earlier this week after I sent out the book:
Dear friend, I just want you and the world to know my daughter-in-law Jennifer, mother of 6 kids under the age of 9 – beautiful children – has written a book and that book is now in the hands of the publisher. It should it the stores on or about January of 2014. Feel free to tell everyone you know and even the ones you don’t know. Writing a book is more involved than a typewriter and paper – it is a family affair. Jen (bless her heart) has been writing this book and having babies for the past 6/7 years.
The reason for this email is to inform all the friends, neighbors, family and keep you updated on the progress of the book. So many have been with us since day 1 now we are at the finish line.
You know how I was talking about re-doing my About Me page recently? I think I have a new official bio: “Jen (bless her heart) has been writing this book and having babies for the past 6/7 years.” Yup. That pretty much says it all.
Has anyone ever written a book that’s just about comma use? I moved around a few times during late elementary school and junior high, and the upshot was that I was never formally taught grammar and punctuation — it was taught at one school the year after I left, and taught at the next school the year before I got there. I think I’ve mostly figured it out, except for commas. For example, does the following sentence need a comma at the beginning? If so, why?
The day after we got home, I began to clean the house.
Grammar people, it’s all you.
My dad used to live in Abu Dhabi, and he still keeps up with the goings on over there through friends and local news websites. He sent me this article about Ramadan the other day, and I just about passed out thinking about it: the people over there can’t eat OR DRINK from 4:16 AM until 8:44 PM, and the temperatures have been over 120 F (50 C). (My dad used to stay off the roads around the time the fast ended, since people would be driving around in blind panics to get to restaurants.) I need to remember that next time I find giving up sugar in my coffee to be just too much of a challenge for Lent.
Happy weekend, everyone!