State of the Rainien
A week after a diagnosis of bronchial pneumonia, I'm feeling much better. Who knew normal air had so much breathable oxygen in it? It's lovely.
Much has been happening around here, and I've only mentioned bits and pieces of some of it. Let's see what I can do to remedy this.
Report cards! With the holidays finally over, it's that time of year when students nationwide cringe and cower in fear of the dreaded Report Card. I'm proud (very proud) to report that Older Son has a 3.87 GPA after the first half of his freshman year. Only one B (and a B+ at that), in Algebra. Younger Son is right behind him with all A's except for two high B's. *nods* Very proud of my baby boys.
And speaking of school...*takes a deep breath just because I can once again* I've decided to go back to school this coming fall. I decided a few months ago but have just put off making the "announcement." I'll be majoring in either Math or Math Ed. Haven't really decided yet. If I decide to teach at the high school level, it'll have to be Math Ed. But I'd much prefer to teach at the college level, and the Ed courses aren't needed for that level. A Masters, however, would be necessary for teaching at that level and I'm just not certain at this point that I'm up to that. Hell, I'm not even sure if I want to teach at all. There are so many fields open to mathematicians that I wouldn't have to teach if I didn't want to. I found an interesting page at the college's website. It listed some interesting stats about Math/Math Ed majors. Only 29% of Math/Math Ed majors actually work in academia. Also, the largest employer of Math/Math Ed majors in the US is actually the NSA (National Security Agency), but Lord knows I don't want to work for them.paranoid bastards
Anyway. School. Fall 2010. Me. Math Nerd in Training. *nods* I'll be taking classes that'll probably twist my brain into all sorts of knots, but I'll probably love it anyway.
We finally got the wood-burning stove installed. There was one glitch (that you'll thank me for not explaining in detail), but we've managed to work around it. I'm currently in a snuggly warm house that is heated by FREE fuel. Free I tell you! It's lovely having relatives with lots of land. Land with lots of trees that need to be thinned out. Trees that've already been cut down and chopped up into the proper sizes to fit into my wood-burning stove. I've already been informed that when I need more wood, I just need to go to Mom's, borrow Stepdad's pickup, load up the fire wood myself, take it home, then bring back the pickup. All-in-all, I'm very happy with it.
A plumbing issue arose, unrelated to the water lines freezing up a while back. I'll spare the details. It's been resolved. Although Mom did call me today to inform me that she's officially too old to be crawling around under the house working on plumbing. Any further plumbing issues will have to be resolved by someone paid to do it. (And Lord knows I can't do it. Claustrophobia. It's a bitch.) She says she was up all night last night with a pain in her right shoulder blade that she says felt like she'd been stabbed in the back - literally. She's taking things easy on that shoulder for a few days - and drugged to the gills on muscle relaxers - so hopefully she'll feel better soon.
I. Am. Ready. For. Spring. I've had all sorts of garden plans going through my head ever since first frost. Now we're in that "dead of winter" phase and I'm just ready for it to be over so that I can get to work on those plans. I may have to take a fellow gardener's advice and go outside and smell the dirt. Apparently it's supposed to help. Somehow I think it'd just make things worse. I have Wednesday off work and plan to do something outside, weather permitting.
And, dammit, why is it that the lawn dies out in winter, but the weeds continue to grow in my garden?? So not fair. I hate pulling weeds, but if it'll give me something to do outside, I'll do it. *is desperate*
I'm beginning to feel like this guy. Not that I want to go somewhere else. I just need to Get Out Of This House!
Much has been happening around here, and I've only mentioned bits and pieces of some of it. Let's see what I can do to remedy this.
Report cards! With the holidays finally over, it's that time of year when students nationwide cringe and cower in fear of the dreaded Report Card. I'm proud (very proud) to report that Older Son has a 3.87 GPA after the first half of his freshman year. Only one B (and a B+ at that), in Algebra. Younger Son is right behind him with all A's except for two high B's. *nods* Very proud of my baby boys.
And speaking of school...*takes a deep breath just because I can once again* I've decided to go back to school this coming fall. I decided a few months ago but have just put off making the "announcement." I'll be majoring in either Math or Math Ed. Haven't really decided yet. If I decide to teach at the high school level, it'll have to be Math Ed. But I'd much prefer to teach at the college level, and the Ed courses aren't needed for that level. A Masters, however, would be necessary for teaching at that level and I'm just not certain at this point that I'm up to that. Hell, I'm not even sure if I want to teach at all. There are so many fields open to mathematicians that I wouldn't have to teach if I didn't want to. I found an interesting page at the college's website. It listed some interesting stats about Math/Math Ed majors. Only 29% of Math/Math Ed majors actually work in academia. Also, the largest employer of Math/Math Ed majors in the US is actually the NSA (National Security Agency), but Lord knows I don't want to work for them.
Anyway. School. Fall 2010. Me. Math Nerd in Training. *nods* I'll be taking classes that'll probably twist my brain into all sorts of knots, but I'll probably love it anyway.
We finally got the wood-burning stove installed. There was one glitch (that you'll thank me for not explaining in detail), but we've managed to work around it. I'm currently in a snuggly warm house that is heated by FREE fuel. Free I tell you! It's lovely having relatives with lots of land. Land with lots of trees that need to be thinned out. Trees that've already been cut down and chopped up into the proper sizes to fit into my wood-burning stove. I've already been informed that when I need more wood, I just need to go to Mom's, borrow Stepdad's pickup, load up the fire wood myself, take it home, then bring back the pickup. All-in-all, I'm very happy with it.
A plumbing issue arose, unrelated to the water lines freezing up a while back. I'll spare the details. It's been resolved. Although Mom did call me today to inform me that she's officially too old to be crawling around under the house working on plumbing. Any further plumbing issues will have to be resolved by someone paid to do it. (And Lord knows I can't do it. Claustrophobia. It's a bitch.) She says she was up all night last night with a pain in her right shoulder blade that she says felt like she'd been stabbed in the back - literally. She's taking things easy on that shoulder for a few days - and drugged to the gills on muscle relaxers - so hopefully she'll feel better soon.
I. Am. Ready. For. Spring. I've had all sorts of garden plans going through my head ever since first frost. Now we're in that "dead of winter" phase and I'm just ready for it to be over so that I can get to work on those plans. I may have to take a fellow gardener's advice and go outside and smell the dirt. Apparently it's supposed to help. Somehow I think it'd just make things worse. I have Wednesday off work and plan to do something outside, weather permitting.
And, dammit, why is it that the lawn dies out in winter, but the weeds continue to grow in my garden?? So not fair. I hate pulling weeds, but if it'll give me something to do outside, I'll do it. *is desperate*
I'm beginning to feel like this guy. Not that I want to go somewhere else. I just need to Get Out Of This House!