Are You Smarter Than A 3RD Grader??

Apparently not..

So, a couple of weeks ago when I realized my 8th grader would be taking pre-algebra this year, I was actually excited!  Yes, the nerd in me came out full bloom.  I always loved algebra, and was pretty good at it.  Of course, he hasn’t needed my help much at all, to my dismay..

My 3rd grader on the other hand…  Not so lucky.  He has these flash cards he has to study for his math vocabulary test coming up.  As moms do, I was attempting to help him but it was the first time studying these and he didn’t know them much at all.  This meant I had to explain to him what it meant, and help him find a way to remember the definitions.  This was going quite well, until we came to this:


What??  What does that even mean??  How could I explain this to my son if I didn’t have a clue what it meant myself??  So I turned to Google, an act that I’ve gotten quite familiar with since helping my oldest with homework when he was in elementary.


Seriously?  Luckily they had a link to examples..


You’ve got to be kidding me?!?!?  Why the hell didn’t they just say estimating or rounding?  Could they not have put that little hint on the back of the flash card?  All of the others had examples, why not this one?  This was quite a few minutes we’ll never get back.  Searching Google just to help my 3rd grader with his homework, suddenly I’m not feeling very intelligent.

In my opinion, the way they taught us math all those years ago worked quite well.. Why did they have to go changing the way they teach now?  All these weird definitions and don’t get me started on the methods they use to solve problems these days!  That’s a whole other post in itself!


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Day Two: A Room with a View

I’m trying my hand at this Writing 101 thing.  I missed out on Day 1, so I’ll do that privately, but here’s my attempt at day two.  Today’s Prompt: If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now?

Wishful Imaginings

I’m sitting in my office, staring blankly at my computer screen.  My children are on spring break, but instead of taking them somewhere fun, my husband and I have to work.  My days away from them are filled with texts with my older child and thoughts about how they are doing.  Are they having a good time?  Are they being good.  Do they need me?  I find myself concentrating on them strongly, picturing the scene of what they must be up to at this particular time.

Suddenly, I’m there, in the house watching, invisibly at first, their every move.  It’s as if in a dream, like a fly on the way. Suddenly they look up and not even trying to hide the excitement on their faces, they yell “hi Mom!”  My mind starts spinning, how did I get here?  Did I just completely forget the rest of my day at work?  I look at the clock and realize that something very strange is going on, for I should be at work for another three hours!  The realization of what has just happened starts to sink in and I can’t decide if it’s real or if I’ve nodded off at my desk, but I honestly don’t care!  All that matters to me is that it’s spring break and somehow I’ve been given a chance to make at least this day the very best possible.  I begin to wonder if I can do it again, and can I take people with me?  Again, my mind and heart start racing with the possibilities of the day.

Quickly I embraced my babies in a warm, but firm, hug.  As I stand there with all the love a mother could ask for wrapped around me, I begin to picture my husband and how much better his day could be spent instead of the hard labor he’s surely enduring at this moment.  What could we all be doing?  How can we make the best of this new power, or dream if it is that?

We’ve been wanting to take the boys to Florida to see the ocean.  I remember my husband and I taking a weekend bike ride a couple of years ago.  That trip meant so much, it was exactly what we needed in that season of our marriage, and we’ve wanted to return so that our children could experience it as well.  I just start focusing on that beautiful beach, empty except for just a few little families like ours scattered around.  I concentrate so hard on this image in my head that I actually start to feel the moist heat surrounding me and realize that I must be about to suffocate the kids by now.  I slowly open my eyes to let them go and gasp.

What I see before me is a sight more beautiful than my mind had remembered.  I am now looking at my loving husband and our two beautiful boys, but in the background is the bluest beach I had ever seen.  I hear the waves gently crashing the shore and smell the salty, crisp air.  We’re all dressed for the beach and no one seems to question why or how we got there, except for me.  That all disappears as my kids go running for the water.

I decide to take a moment to sit on the warm sand and just take it all in.  The sky is perfectly clear, with just a couple of those fluffy, cotton ball type clouds dispersed here and there.  The sun is shining directly over-head, and as I look out to the water I can’t believe how breathtaking it all is.  The water is a deep turquoise blue, with just the perfect amount of white showing as the waves cap.  To the left, there is a boardwalk teaming with life.  There are people walking up and down, some just standing at the railing looking out into the vast sea in front of them and some taking pictures of the amazing scenes playing out before them.

As I look again for my family, I can see other families dotted along the coastline.  There are other children and just at the water’s edge I see my boys, playing with some other kids, building sandcastles and burying each other in the sand.  The looks on all of their faces can only be described as pure joy.  Suddenly, I notice a shadow moving over me, I look up and see my adoring husband as he offers me his hand and asks me to go for a swim.

The water is so warm and inviting, there are these tiny little fish that I see darting in and out of the sand beneath the crystal clear water.  I see stingrays swimming under the boardwalk, I even see a “Dory” fish.  As he wraps his now drenched and salty arms around me, all I can think is that I can’t imagine being happier than I am right at this moment.

All too soon, the sun starts it’s descent in the sky and we head away from the beach to see what there is to do.  It’s getting darker now and we see this huge ferris wheel lighting up the sky, it’s so large and imposing but at the same time casts such a warm glow about the area.  I see people all over and at first think it’s some type of fair set up right here at the beach, but then I realize that it’s actually just the cool summer night life of this small, but wonderful, beach town.  As the four of us are stopped at the top of the ferris wheel, looking out over the alive settings below us, I stop to thank God for this day.  This has been the best day for us as a family in so long and I never want it to end.

The next thing I know, I’m back at my desk, slightly chilly from the air conditioning.  As my senses catch up with me and the stark whiteness of the florescent lighting invade my sight, I realize that I had indeed nodded off.  Unfortunately, there are no amazing teleporting powers flowing through me; I can’t just whisk my family off to exotic lands and have amazing adventures with them on a whim…

Or can I???

To Whoever Invented the Phrase, “Real Women Have Curves” – Here’s a Heartfelt F*ck You (strong language used, obviously)

Here’s a wonderful post with a very uplifting point that should be embraced by all women, regardless of size or shape!

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Sam vs. The Angels

This is just beautiful!
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She was the kid who you passed in the hallway, but seconds later you couldn’t recall anything about. You might even doubt you saw her at all. You heard her name, you knew it, but there was no face with it. There was a blur, a shadow. That’s all she was, a silhouette. Each day fading more and more.
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Sam vs. The Angels.