Sunday
20 February 2000
7 17 pm pst [ on a scale ]
Matthew and I have our own brand of communicating -- our own version of baby talk. Most commonly, I make up numbers for things. "How much do you love me?" "Two hundred fourty-seven point five." "How hungry are you?" "Thirty-seven." These numbers are not on a scale, so they have no referrent. They tend to confuse others, but they amuse us immensely.
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I once asked him on a scale of one to ten, how much he wanted me to come over. He said, "Ten." I said, "That's all?"
This is my 3D petal, but part of it came out funky white. I enjoyed working on it very much, and we spent many hours at the lab today. I am trying to be encouraging as far as getting his homework done is concerned.
My mother always refered to being in school as my job. I think of it much the same way, and Matthew's schoolwork takes the highest priority when I make plans and whatnot. He does not always give it the highest priority. This frustrates me, but I stay calm if I remind myself that I am not his mother and thus he is free to make his mistakes. I try so hard to be as helpful as I can.
two years ago today: "So, to add to my list of self-improvements, I shall strive to get over my lateness complex."
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one year ago today: "Stayed up till 4 am last night..."
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six months ago today: "My mother felt that I looked very attractive with my towel around my head after my morning shower, and insisted on taking this picture... My mother and I have been laughing at the worst place names that we have seen."
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