Change, once again.

So I tried the Blogger thing. But there were several things that I don't like it, that outweigh the ones I don't like about Wordpress.

So? Back to WP I go.

Sorry for the inconvenience. I've thought about this for a while now. So no more changes! :)

So hit me up again at.... http://andsolifebegins.wordpress.com

Working!

I'm semi-completed the 3-page paper. By semi I mean that I finished it but I need to edit it. Rather, have someone to edit it.

I typed up the story of myself. So that's done. Just needs to be printed.

I have 2 double-entry journals I have to write (I have to figure WHAT I have to write exactly for those), but they aren't too long.

I need to make a graphic organizer from an article.

Lastly I need to read/browse the first chapter of the APA book.

The BIG thing is done, though, so I'm relieved. Although I just about had an anxiety attack in the process of doing it.

Reading, Not Writing

My sister made another post about her memories. I am obsessed with them. I reload her blog to see if she's added anything new.

When I think about writing, though? It's boring. Who cares about my childhood. Maybe one day, if I have kids, they will. But now? No one cares. After all my siblings were all there for mine (even if 500 miles away in college, they were born).

Reading my sisters memories takes me back to Argentina, a country I wish I could visit again, soon. I wish I could take another trip - with everyone, and go down memory lane. Visit the place they grew up (although it has been torn down and replaced), visit their schools (which should still be there). But that is unlikely to happen.

I was lucky enough, however, back in January 2008, when I went to Argentina with my dad. We took a train ride down from the city where my siblings are from, La Plata, towards the city called City Bell. They spent weekends there, but most importantly? It was where my dad grew up. I was able to spend time in my dad's childhood home! A house his dad worked on, changed, and made into what it is today (mostly) some 70 years ago. That's amazing. I have some pictures that I took when I was there (there was a family renting the place at the time, so much time we couldn't spend and we were very lucky to have been able to go there).

I would also like to go to where my mom grew up. The house I did visit was once was where my grandparents lived after most of their kids had grown up and moved out. It was the house, which to me was always "la casa de Zuni", in which my grandparents took care of my siblings while our parents worked. I know that house because it is where I stayed on my early trips to Argentina. Again, I was lucky to be able to go into it last year with my dad. The house was sold several years ago, after my grandma, Zuni, died in 1998. It was amazing to go into that house, see how it has changed, how much nicer it is now (after my grandma got older the house wasn't maintained and it was pretty much in bad shape the times I visited beforehand). On the outsie it is still a bit messed up, but inside it's much nicer.

But I'll post about that later. With pictures, I hope. Although these aren't childhood memories , they are memories I cherish. I cherish my family's history. This is it.

Lists, because I procrastinate

I have homework to do and I want to do my memories blog, but it's Friday and I haven't started n the HW which I've known about for just about TWO weeks. So let me make a list. Make it clearer for myself.

• My Story: a autobiography about my rode to becoming a teacher. I actually wrote this by hand while I waited for my class to start on Monday, but I need to type it up, edit it, and all that good stuff.
• Graphic Organizer: I have to fill in a graphic organizer about an article she gave us. Not a hard thing to do, but apparently I have to "teach" it to others in my class. Not sure what that means, but I think it will be partner work. I should be fine.
  
• Education Letter: I need to read this article about changing education and then write a 3-page letter to someone, possibly the Governator or whomever, about what I think and blah blah blah. Haven't really thought much about it. It must be a persuasive letter, though.
  
• APA: For my other class I need (okay, need is a strong word, should is better) to read the APA manual so that I can learn how to use APA. Which isn't a bad idea. Most people use MLA or APA in their undergraduate work, but I used something completely different: AP. As in Associated Press. I was a journalism major after all. This isn't hard, but annoying.

That's all. Doesn't seem like a lot, but as far as the 3-page letter goes? I haven't written a paper in at least a year and it's a bit daunting. I know once I sit down and concentrate I should be fine, but actually sitting down? That's the hard part!

I will not, cannot start on the memory posts until all the HW is done. Hopefully that'll be inspiration to get the HW done. Monday I don't work, being it is President's Day. So that'll give me time to do things. But I'm hoping that the HW can get done by tomorrow night.

Oh, and by the way? It's cold. 40 degrees is fucking cold. Staying in my nice warm bed sounds much nicer than getting dressed and going out in the cold. PLUS I have to move the Miata because it's been parked in the same space and I don't feel like it getting towed. The issue with moving it? It's SOAKING WET inside. It leaks. I put a towel in the hole, but I can sense it's wet inside. The fogged up windows (and by fog I mean MOISTURE from evapuration of water) are a big clue.

Alright. Time to get ready.

Memories

I am the youngest of 4 children by 12 1/2 years. My childhood and their childhood were completely different. Born in different countries and in different lifetimes, it seems. I don't have memories of my siblings childhoods because I wasn't there. I don't know the houses they lived in when they were really little, or their weekend house. I have visited the apartment they lived in the years before moving to the US, but that was over 10 years after they had, by most means, abandoned it.

I am jealous of their life. Of their time with my parents that I never got to have. Of having young parents who had all the time in the world to play with. I am jealous of those 15 years (the difference between my eldest sister and myself).

Beyond the jealousy comes my want, my need to know about that time. To know what they played, where they lived, what they saw. The only way for that to happen is if they share their stories. My eldest sister, Margarita (I call her Mara, others call her Marga), is doing just that. She began on her own accord, but I encouraged her to keep going. As I learn about her childhood, I learn about who they were and why they are who they are now.

It also got me thinking that I need to write down my memories. So I will. I'll begin, soon. When I can. Or as they come. I'll look through my albums and think about the memories associated with them. I'll try to decipher which are memories and which are just remembering the pictures themselves.

I will also re-post my sisters memories here for my own needs. Later.

Lack of Creativity

I've worked the last 8 work days. For me? That's a lot. The most I've done. I'm not tired, per-se, BUT I also don't feel like blogging when I get home. That, though, is partly because when I get home (if I'm not at school), I am out shopping, or with Nikki.

Anyway, tomorrow I am off (unless I get a call in the morning).

I have stuff to do, homework for Monday, reading, etc. It'll get done, but knowing it isn't done is frustrating and makes me anxious.

There are some things I want to talk about... anorexia, drugs, Hulu, and other subjects that I can remember at the moment. BUT they will wait until I actually have the energy to write it done coherently.

In the meantime I've been watching every episode of L.A. Dragnet and then I'll move on to others. Fun!

Accident Prone

People see yellow lights and they speed up to make it, as to not waste 5 minutes of their lives. That's not a good idea.

After doing some shopping at the mall we made our way up a major street towards Jack in the Box (free fries today!). I was waiting at a red left-turn light. The light to go straight was still green, but quickly turned to yellow, and obviously then to red. One car, though, decided to run the light, just as a car decided to make a left hand turn since the light was just about red and why would ANYONE be going STRAIGHT? Well, luckily, the guy going straight was able to swerve around the car turning (who had stopped).

I know it's sort of complicated to read it, but it was a VERY close one. Scary. I was far away enough, and at an angle from them that it wouldn't haven't affected me, but nonetheless.

It reminds me of the saying my mom always has told me:

Better to loose a minute in your life, than your life in a minute.