Thursday, February 17, 2005
Here’s some homework
I promised myself I would sit down and write an entry when I got done with my Algebra homework.
However, I can’t seem to finish it. One problem I just gave up on, and will ask the Instructor tomorrow.
The other one, maybe you can help me with.
It is dear to my heart, because I have been known to crochet yards of lace.
Problem:
To trim the edges of a rectangular tablecloth, 42 feet of lace are needed. The length of the tablecloth is exactly one-half its width. What are the dimensions of the tablecloth?
I peeked back at the answers, and once I know that, it all makes sense. I cannot figure how it comes about.
formula: the perimeter = 2 times length plus 2 times width
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Wednesday, February 16, 2005
Assess the Situation
I have always liked shopping at TARGET. It became even more important last Christmas season when word got out that the Red Kettles for Charity (and you know sets up those) would not be allowed to be ringing the bells on TARGET premises. My ears are so appreciative. Certain tones get my nerves jangling and there are several seconds when I am in actual pain. I don’t know if this is because of all the dental work, that I haven’t been to the chiropractor in a long time, or what my husband says “don’t pay so much attention. You make too much of such a little thing”. The other thing about TARGET is they have always donated items and gift certificates to the school raffle. Multiply that by about 20 schools in town, these things add up.
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Sunday, February 13, 2005
A little this and that
There are a few things going on, but I am too busy to get them in order, and too tired to type.
My wrists hurt because I am the church janitor for most of a week. The regular guy had to go out of town for a funeral. Dry mop, wet mop, vacuum, move wall partitions, carry tables. And tomorrow all over again. Besides which, the dishwasher was leaking, so I had to do some detective work and mop up that mess. What doesn’t kill me builds character.
Last night, DOF and I went to the historic Normal Theatre to see a movie VERA DRAKE, but I am too tired to figure out how to get the link to work. The plot took place in 1950 in England, and the woman worked as a maid, but on the side “helped girls” by an illegal action. Moved kinda slow, but then most British movies do. Pro-choice, pro-life, whatever her reasons, she got sentenced to two years in prison after one of the girls nearly died. I would say she was practicing medicine without a license was her worst crime. Not letting her family know about it was next.
I got my Algebra homework mostly done this afternoon. Son Chris tried to be a good tutor, but the information just isn’t connecting inside my brain. Practice does not make perfect, but I gotta pass this class to get going with the stuff I really want.
Whenever I figure that out, you all will be informed ASAP.
golly, look at the time. The sheets are calling. Pray the rain stays just so, because if it gets colder and turns to snow, I will have to clear the walks around the church building in time for the HeadStart class there and me to be at Algebra.
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Live on the Radio!
On Wednesday evening, Husband and I were at a meeting where someone we haven’t seen in awhile showed up. The things a person can learn while listening to a guy who has lived most of his life working the corn and soybean fields. I would like to say more, but I didn’t ask him if it would be okay, and there is a confidentiality clause when we have our get togethers.
Let’s just say that being with a good friend is a nice way to pass the time.
When we got home, there was a note from Chris saying the band was in Bloomington at IWU radio station WESN. He wrote that we should Tune In at 10:30pm.
Well, I was tired enough already, so I got ready for bed. While doing so, I turned on the little radio that sits on the stand, and adjusted the dial. Sure enough, the announcer gave a little pep talk, then the guys began to play—Live over the airwaves!
Having heard the practice often enough, I could see with my mind’s eye all the fingering and know who next would be stepping up close to the microphone.
They played a couple of their usuals, then they joked a bit with the Announcer. Sounded like a bunch of fellas who are good friends having a good time. Except for that little while, they were not in my living room, they were on the set of a radio station! The inside jokes, the finishing each other’s sentences. These are guys who spend much time together and do alright about it.
There was one song I haven’t heard before, and the singer seemed a bit nervous. I thought because of being Live on the Radio—why, the whole county could be listening!
This morning, I told Chris it should become one of the standards, what a heartbreaker of a song. They are still working on it. Music and lyrics and practice take a bit of detail.
Such talent is growing hereabouts. College classes, the paycheck jobs take up so much time and energy. There will come a day and opening for fame and fortune. Sooner rather than later, eh?
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Breakfast at McD’s
My first try at college, I lived at home and drove 14 miles each way to the community college.
Then I worked awhile at a hospital, still living at home.
Finally, I had saved enough to go away to college and do regular college-y stuff like panty-raids and Spring Break in Florida.
The party-hardy plan didn’t come together, although there was one fella who tried to make it happen. Life might have been altogether different these days. Don’t think about “what might have been.“
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Monday, February 07, 2005
The other screen
I was going to write something here tonight after I finished my WebCT homework post, but now I have forgotten what had gotten me all riled up.
See how having a sweet man come home from work can be a distraction?
There is a PBS show starting in 5 minutes, AMERICAN EXPERIENCE, so I gotta go watch, plus work on the afghan.
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Weekend woes and worries
The homework is what I will say is done for the weekend. Husband says I should jump through the hoops about the Composition class. The instructions say to make a proper Outline and print it, print out the first ideas (not necessarily in paragraph form), mark it all up in an Activity called GLOSSING, then turn that in.
There’s more, if you really want to bother with it…..
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Friday, February 04, 2005
The lessons are worthwhile
When I got home from Kroger (with $100 worth of groceries—we eat too well!), the most wonderful sounds were coming from Chris’s office.
He has been giving his girlfriend guitar lessons and she is getting good enough to plink out recognizable sounds.
Now there is a melody, and a harmony, and I can never remember which is what.
She was strumming along quite nicely, and he was filling in a little more quickly, but softer, so that her music seemed most important.
I stood back aways in the hall, with my ears enjoying, and watched my heart just melt into a big gooey puddle on the floor.
Friday Fractions
Hello, Folks,
I am sooooo glad it is Friday. Seems like the week had an extra day in there somehow.
The main events have been that Husband had a visit to the Audiologist for the results of the tests. The dizziness is not caused by inner ear problems. He got a referral to the neurologist, which won’t be happening for several Months.
My sister’s husband fell 18 feet off a ladder doing his maintenance job. He was alert enough to answer all the questions put to him by medical personnel, and THEY DID NOT CALL HIS WIFE!
I am wondering if that is because of the Privacy regulations, or because she is working so hard that he did not want to bother her. His shoulder got dislocated, but otherwise he’s quite bruised and sore. He didn’t even lose his glasses, which seems to say that his head is fine.
Their college-age son brought his dad home after he was discharged, and Denise found out about it all when she got home from work!
Online, I read the hometown newspaper and saw the Obituary of the mother of a friend since 8th grade had passed away. Susan and I haven’t been real close the last few years, she doesn’t do e-mails, but Christmas and birthday cards always happen. This weekend, I will set aside the latest baby afghan to crochet a cross marker to put into the sympathy card.
The Algebra test came back with only an 84. One of the errors, I had it right the first time, then went back to check my work and changed the answer. Damn!
I stopped and put fuel into the car on the way home from class. I hate that gasoline smell on my hands. Back when I got my driver’s license, the first time I had to get gas, I pulled up to the pump and a fella who sat kitty-corner to me in Study Hall came out of the building and asked how much to put in.
Fill’er Up! I told him. Then he went round the car, checking the oil, wiping all the windows (and headlights). I felt so important. Then he took the credit card, had to take it inside to do the paperwork, then brought the clipboard back out for me to sign off. I thought it was so nice of my mom and dad to have a gasoline credit card. Dad said he never wanted to go out to start the truck in the morning and have it be empty. Whoever drove one of the vehicles had to make sure there was plenty left for the next driver, and we carry that tradition on with our guys.
I was just looking over all this writing, and I know it would never work for the Composition class. There is no Proposal, Claim (argument), Conclusion. I don’t have many Supporting Details. I did not begin with an Outline.
However, Husband pays for bandwidth on the Internet, and we live in a country with free speech amendment intact (at this time).
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Trying to pace myself
There was a memory/ request from a buddy asking why I don’t seem as funny since I got my own blog. The history of that is that I have been writing for oh, I’d say almost three years now, but just last month is when Husband fixed me up with EE and the Internet.
Originally, I sent e-mails to my sisters and a couple good friends since childhood. Then my mother-in-law got a connection for e-mail, plus my sister-in-law, and a couple more girlfriends.
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Tuesday, February 01, 2005
What the heck is Captcha?
This is a direct copy from DOF about how to use the features to talk on the blog. We are not trying to make your life any more difficult, we just want to have ours be a little more easy….
>>Because of comment spam, I’ve turned on the the “captcha” security feature for comments.
“Comment Spam” is when some lowlife uses the comment feature of some Decrepit Old fool’s Weblog (or MrsDoF) to post their web-links about debt consolidation, online gambling, generic viagra, and so forth. mad I just cleaned out several comment spams that hit this morning. This caused me to enable “captcha” security…
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To combat this comment kudzu, I’ve turned on “captcha” security. When you go to post a comment, you have to read a word and type it in a box before clicking “submit.” The word changes each time, and usually humans can read it, while the automated scripts that post the spam cannot. It’s bothersome to my readers and a real problem for the visually impaired, which is why I have not had it turned on until now.
Y’know the worst thing about comment spam? I get all excited when I get comment notices. Back in college, essay grades were important, sure, but I was most interested in what the professor had to say about the essay. I love it when readers leave comments - good ones, bad ones, tell-me-I’m-the-antichrist ones, whatever. Then it turns out not to be a reader at all, but some idiot selling pecker pills. What a disappointment.
Please email me if you have any problem using the comment feature. (By the way, if you’re a registered member, and you’re logged in, you skip right past the captcha. grin )
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Monday, January 31, 2005
Algebra in real life…
This is my friend, Martha.
Martha tells me that she does not remember ever using Algebra
during any activities of daily life.
Once I pass my class at the community college,
I would like to be able to say the same thing.
Saturday, January 29, 2005
More than a movie
Did you ever have something in your hand that just screamed Memory? Sometimes called deja vu, the feeling of having been doing this before. I like to think it is usually a good thing, but there are many who suffer after being in stressful situations. Oh, that is the Dark Side, and what I was feeling meant light and carefree, and whipped up a happy time of my youth.
A roundabout story so here goes…..
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Saturday stuff
This being Saturday, Husband and I went out for breakfast. This is a weekly date, gives us a reason to get out of bed at a reasonable hour on a weekend.
We surprised the waitress by doing something different.
We decided to share a Leroy omelette with trimmings, and then each of us got a stack of pancakes. Mighty fine eats, although we agree that the McDonald’s up the street has better pancakes. Both places warm the syrup.
And McD’s has better coffee, no surprise there after all the legal hassles about their coffee.
Then the trip to SAM’s Club. Where was this place when I had the hungry hordes of sons eating anything that wasn’t nailed down? Husband says I am expensive, what with all I wanted to be putting into the cart, but I told him all that would have cost so much more at any other store.
The roast went into the crockpot the minute we got home, and the vege beef soup will be ready in about ten minutes.
While prepping for the soup, there was a feline observer.
This is Mahalia, who worries too much.
Friday, January 28, 2005
Ahh, yes, Friday
TGIF! even if I did have classes at 8am and 9am. By 10:15 I was quite hungry, so as I was putting on my coat, I asked if anyone knew if the drive-thru up the street was still serving breakfast. 10:30, so I could jusst make it.
I walked in the door, food and coffee in hand, and the son was not moving about.
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