All right, winter, we GET IT.
I have not blogged in a week, and this is because all I can think about is contained in three words: I am cold.
No, wait, here are a few more: it is cold here. That's four words! And: I wish I had an extra sweater right now. 9 words! These are really adding up. I apologize for not writing all this sooner.
I have had just about enough of January. Really, January. You made your point. "I can make you cold," you said, and it's not like any of us disagreed with you. But then you had to go and freeze everything. You vindictive whore.
My skin is cracking from the cold. Every time I absentmindedly scratch my shin, my fingers come back all bloody. Which is really alarming when you're chatting with your therapist. Why is my leg bleeding, you ask? No, I'm not cutting myself with an Exacto knife for fun, it's just that winter is trying to kill me. Why are you looking at me like that? What are you writing in your little notepad?
So, as long as I'm here, let's see... doo dee doo. Oh yes! My son might be some kind of math genius. He's been mocking the kindergarten work they give him, and I gave him a first grade workbook and he blew right through it. I've been trying to come up with number sequences that he can fill in, see if I can't challenge him a bit, considering he's only in school for two hours fifty minutes and his homework takes approximately five minutes for him to complete. I couldn't come up with one that would stump him, until I gave him the ol' Fibonacci sequence and was all, FILL THAT IN, SMARTYPANTS. This also stumped my husband. Not that that's saying much, because Scott has math anxiety when it's time to compute a tip. But still! I predict that someday, my son will figure out tips with no problem. Maybe he can even do my taxes! I knew I wouldn't regret having children.










January 15, 2009
Reader Comments (58)
"....but then you had to go and freeze everything. You vindictive whore."
HERE, HERE.
And if it makes you feel any better about that dirty whore, January, it's super dry here in LA, and my skin is all lizardy. Of course, it's 80 and I'm lying in the sun, but still.... dry.
Also, kudos to Henry on his mathemagical abilities. that was... not me. ever. at all. I was more of a reader, and anti-math activist.
Then remember who gave you that tip when you're living the high life with maids and a mansion.
I only ask because I love your writing.
I only ask because I love your writing.
And, if you are not a math person, you are unfortunately going to HATE helping him with the problems (my sister and my mother got to enjoy this dynamic when she was little). Do you have friends or relatives who like both kids and math? Time to start putting in favors now so they can work with Henry on this sort of thing later.
Please feel free to mock me mercilessly in about four months when you can literally fry an egg on the sidewalk. LITERALLY.
Give and take. In Phoenix.
All that to say that I can relate, my friend.
January, the vindictive whore she is, brings her john, Mr. HOT-DRY-SantaAnna-WINDS to our parts. So I'll move my cracked and bleeding shorts and flip flop wearing SoCal butt along now.
Ew. My butt isn't cracked and bleeding my hands are, ok?!
BTW mathgeeks are HOT.
Glad to have discovered your blog! Here's hoping you survive the cold . . .
Seriously though...can he tutor my son? He's in grade 4 and it's beyond me.
Man, it's a good thing I don't work with numbers for a living...say, doing mortgages, working out late interest, or moving money from here to there so people can buy houses. That would be really...unfortunate.
Also, and you might have already done this, it might be a good time to introduce the boy to antidisestablishmentarianism (the word, not the concept). It's just as awe inspiring as Avada Kedavra to the elementary school set.