Meme meme meme memeeeeeeeeeeeee

So, I'm kinda liking this meme thing......it gives me a subject to write about that is lighthearted, but also gets me thinking about other things in my life. Thanks kendra. (ps thanks for making me learn, from the last meme, how to tag other blogs.)

What do you eat for breakfast? Not a breakfast person, in fact my least favorite meal of the day and my husbands favorite one to go out for, so I usually have a cappuccino, hot or iced depending on the season. Then around ten or eleven I will eat something like leftovers or a sandwich, then around two I am hungry for a snack, then dinner.

What's your favorite television show? Flying Wild Alaska is a show all of us LOVE, Suits, Leverage, White Collar, and cheesy Sci- Fi shows.

What did you want to be when you grew up when you were in kindergarten? A Vet. Until I had chemistry in high and realized I would never pass the science and math classes needed.


What food would you never eat? Veal, I use to work down the street from a veal farm and seeing them restrained in little boxes upset me greatly. Of course there are other things that can't eat cuz my stomach wouldn't let me, but we won't go into those.

When was the last time you got a speeding ticket? A few years ago, with my girlfriend Melanie, coming back from Mammoth. Darn those sneaky highway patrol men.

How many pairs of shoes do you own? Like Camen and Kendra I'm going to guess, but unlike them I know I will over estimate cuz I don't have very many. I'll say 10 pairs at the most.

What are your favorite blogs? My blogs change depending on my mood and what I am interested at the time, but I always read Kendra's The Adventures of the Headless Family, Carmen's Mom to the Screaming Masses, Posie gets Cozy by Alicia Paulson, and just started Debby's Just Breath.

What's your guilty pleasure? Chocolate and sweet tea, if I could give up these I would be soooo skinny.

How many hours a night do you sleep? It varies every night.

Have you ever had a nickname that you hated? In school they use to call me Karen the red baron, it use to drive me crazy until I realized it wasn't even bad, and just darn right stupid. My dad use to call me Kegglebee, which he shortened to Keggy, which I love. My family calls me "K" which people who don't know me well think my name is actually "Kay" .

What are you afraid of? Same as the rest, losing my husband or kids, also failing at anything.

Tag! You're it!

Music to my ears

So this is a newbie for me, my friend, Headless Mom, tagged me in a get to know you type game for bloggers. Sounds like fun, in that I have to name the top 15 vocalists that have influenced me in some way. Not that I am a big music buff, but that is what makes it interesting in that everything that relates to music for me also has a memory of some sort. (ps the hardest part will be figuring how to tag people in it, so wish me luck. Also pathetic is that although I read blogs everyday, I don't know them personally, so I will be borrowing some from Headless Mom, and sending some to unsuspecting bloggers who I read.)

The rules: Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen vocalists that will always stick with you. List the first fifteen you can recall in no more than fifteen minutes. And in no particular order. Tag fifteen friends, and me, because I'm interested in seeing what singers my friends choose

John Denver, the only concert I have been too. Laugh if you want.

Nicolette Larson, her Sleep, Baby, Sleep, is one that made me enjoy my children even more.

Frank Sinatra, his My Way, is my husbands favorite song

Elvis Presley, again all about hubby and his "should have been born in an earlier time.

Not an artist, but You Are My Sunshine, is the first song I ever learned from my dad in a station wagon on the way to Utah.

Josh Groban

Jack Johnson, led me to my favorite style of music.

Roger Miller. His King of the Road was played hundreds of times growing up.

Little brown jug, first song I learned to play on the flute.

Led Zepplin, Stairway To Heaven of course.

Bee Gees. All about Jr, High and High School.

That song that says "took my Chevy to the Levi, but the Levi was dry." is that american pie? My oldest sister played that song over and over non stop.

Clueso, a group that Kellan brought back from Germany, that makes me melt every time I hear it.

Weird Al, no matter how hard I try to get away from him, I can't. He is like fingers on a chalkboard.

The last would be my mom and dad, every year they would call me on my birthday and BADLY sing Happy Birthday to me.

I did warn you I wasn't a music person.

p.s. your tagged:

...Kendra

...Carmen

...Elizabeth

...Debby

...Alicia

...Christie

...Karen

...Beki

...Sue

I want a script for life.

Two posts in two days have made me realize that I feel the need to write when things are stressful for me, while when things are good, as during the summer months, I have no driving force to do so.

Today has me wondering if I will survive these two years that my youngest will be in junior high. He is lucky to have good teachers, but I worry that the lack of individual attention and his learning style and needs will make things difficult. I was hoping that things would click this year and I wouldn't have to worry, nor put so much effort into making sure he gets what he needs and make sure school work is not just done but also understood, however that has not been shown true.

Already in the first four days of school I have seen confusion in what is expected of him in almost every subject. As in today's homework he did not understand what he was required to do. I was proud of him that he asked his teacher after school to clarify it, however the teacher still did not give him an adequate response. When I read the requirements I was able to explain it to him and he completed the assignment. Although, I had to argue and cajole to get him to listen and got even more conflict when working on his math.

I worry pushing too hard will lead him to feeling bad about himself regarding learning, such as I did as a child, but also that not pushing enough will have him unable to achieve the goals he wishes too. Plus, I am already tired from the worry, and fluctuate between giving up and allowing him to succeed or fail on his own, or taking over and checking on each assignment to make sure it is understood and correctly done.

I am so angry that I do not know what to do for him.

A First of Many

The first week of school is, well, full of firsts. Especially when your youngest child enters seventh grade and therefor junior high.

Firsts, such as having many different teaches, in many different classes, with many new students. But the "first" that worried my son the most was one that came with having to dress for P.E., and funny enough had nothing to do with actually changing in a locker room full of boys that he didn't know, but instead had everything to do with having to open the lock that comes attached to his locker.

A necessity that he thought he would never conquer, he asked (pleaded, demanded) that I buy a locker he could practice on. Small motor skills are hard for him and so I understood his angst. For $3.95 at Target I got a little piece of mind for him. I showed him how to do it and then he took over. Twenty-some tries later he gave up in frustration. I couldn't figure out what he was doing wrong because when I watched everything was perfect. I showed him again and still no dice. I let him go wondering if he would give up or come back for another round.

Thirty minutes later he picked it up and tried again.(my heart soared for it is not how good you are at something quickly, but the fact that you keep trying that I feel makes a person successful.) This time I saw something he did differently than I. Being left handed he twirled the lock to the left before he began the first number in the combination to the right. This small change made all the difference and from that point on he got it unlocked 100% of the time.

A smile and sense of accomplishment radiated from him like the rays of the sun. The first goal of the year realized and a small seed implanted, hopefully to grow, allowing him to realize he can do anything if he doesn't give up.