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I am finding my Directed Readings a lot harder to accomplish than I thought it was going to be...

Largely because it's kinda hard to get yourself motivated to work when at least part of the required readings sound like they were written as info packets from teachers in junior high, with the added benefit of severe overuse of quotation marks. I find that there is only so much of it I can take at a time, especially since a lot of the stuff my prof is getting me to read although interesting, especially when I find myself testing the ethics being taught against those displayed by despicable villians (COUGH HANNIBAL COUGH), can still be rather ridiculous reading.

But hey...last course ever!...well university anyways.

Because my practicum and project don't count.

Woot! EDUCATION!!

We are pretty much the worst at this.

Difficulites

Yo sibs, Or sisters as the case may be. I seem to be having weird technical difficulties posting on this with the Ipad. Actually I haven't tried to write a post, but when I try to comment the Ipad freezes up. So sorry. Although it's really the lack of time that's the problem. Last week while Eric was gone, Magdalen got up every night to hang out and cuddle for a few hours. Upon Eric's return she started peacefully sleeping through the night. And here she comes, smelling a little suspicious. I get an A for effort on this right? L

Stastistics

<mutter mutter>

So my final exam is on Wednesday, which would mean that it is crunch time if I had any motivation at all.

But I don't, so instead I am spending all my time trying to get myself to work and not allowing for fun and thereby accomplishing nothing at all aside from getting progressively more frustrated and miserable.

GAH!

March Madness

Oh hello. I have to apologize for starting this and then disappearing. As I start typing this Magdalen has come over to me and is trying to rip my shirt off, not in a 'I wish I was nursing' kind of way, in a more, 'get away from here and pay attention to me' way. So off I will go. March is way over booked for us so I will possibly more absent then present. Sorry peeps. L

Adventure Time!

So we are now on the road heading to Maplelag.

I dumped piping hot tea in my lap yesterday, and have mostly first but a little bit of second degree burns on my inner thighs. It is mostly not a problem, but I have to be careful about how I am walking so there isn't a rubbing problem. This may throw a bit of a wrench in the works in terms of skiing, and I'm pretty sure I won't be going in the hot tub, but I have plenty of books and things to entertain myself. And of course they have gazillions of puzzles there, and I always end up spending a considerable amount of time up in the library by myself, puzzling away.

Anyway, I should be off. I am being asked to fiddle with the controls in Kens car because nobody knows how to use them.

Have a lovely weekend all - and good luck with your vomity child, Lindsay!

Sorry people, I have not had time to internet. Eric is out of town on a business trip and now I have at the moment one vomity child. So more blog time next week. If someone could email Sam and add her to the blog, I think it's in settings or something, that would be great. I am assuming you guys have full administrative pwowers? See you next week. Wish me luck. l

Describe a Situation Where You Wrote a Really Long Blog Post About Obnoxious Things Without Swearing in 400 Words or Less

So we're just wrapping up the lazy part of our Sunday.

 We were out late last night for a dinner - one of the people Neil and his dad play bridge with regularly invited Neil and I and Ken and Reen over, and we ended up playing Cards Against Humanity. Playing this game pretty much negates the chance of going to bed at a reasonable hour.

 So we slept in (in fact, slept in later than we meant to - there was an open invite for brunch with a bunch of friends, and we woke up a few minutes before we should have been at the restaurant if we were going to go. No big loss for me - brunch is not terribly exciting when you can't eat eggs), and have been lazing around drinking coffee and watching TV. But now it is time for productivity. We have piles of laundry that need doing (especially since we're leaving for Maplelag early Friday morning, so we need to have all of our ski clothes clean), and dishes that need to be done, and floors that haven't been cleaned in an embarrassingly long time...
 And of course, I should be doing some stats work.. I always start the weekend with the best of intentions to get through loads of exercises so that hopefully I can get to the point where I actually feel like I know what I'm doing before the final exam... but then the weekend happens, and we get invited places, and we have errands to run, and somehow I never actually get around to stats. I also have a bag full of pants I need to hem. Seriously. A whole bag. There are pants in here that I bought almost right after Christmas, and I still haven't worn them.

 Neil has work to do - he usually says he needs to get some work done over the weekend, but then almost never manages to get around to it. If he has to be in court or something the next week it tends to happen, but otherwise not so much. He'll be working tomorrow too - it's a provincial holiday, but not a federal one, so he doesn't get the long weekend. Neil is currently in the process of competing for his own job. Right now he is a term employee (he did just get his term extended until September, so at least we know he's going to get a big raise in May), but if he ever wants to become indeterminate he needs to participate in this competition. The powers that be in HR have decided that anyone who wants to be a permanent LA1 in prairie region (which includes Alberta, Saskatchewan and Manitoba), has to be involved in this. It is an internal thing, so only people already working for Justice are eligible. Essentially, HR doesn't want to actually have to assess the people they already have, and look at performance evaluations they already have on file... instead they want all these young lawyers jumping through hoops and sending in updates resumes and giving references.. and doing a written assignment. This is the work Neil has to do this weekend.
 'Give an example of a situation where you showed that you can analyze, evaluate, and assimilate information in 400 words or less, and provide a reference.'
'Give an example of a situation that you had to identify a problem and find a solution in 400 words or less and provide a reference.'
 'Explain why it is important for a lawyer in the public civil service to act ethically in 400 words or less.'

 The only part of the assignment that has an real relevance to his job (and doesn't simply involve having skills that are required to get through law school) is a question that asks how you should handle it if your 'clients' are in two different government departments and they give you conflicting directions (in 400 words or less).

So...Neil has 2800 words or less to write (or 2400 - because the instructions aren't actually clear on whether one question with two parts requires 400 words for each or together) for what is essentially a behavioural descriptive 'interview'... - which he had to do when he applied for Justice to begin with.

He is (shockingly!) less than enthused about this. His boss is furious that they are making people do this. He even swore - which is about as surprising as Mom swearing in anger. So anyway, this afternoon it is time to be quietly productive so Neil can work on this... I suspect there might have to be breaks for alcohol, tea, or video games so that Neil's head doesn't explode.

Doings

So yesterday we made the great trek out to one of Alberta's treasures: This was not the first time that we have brought the kids to Drumheller, but it was the first time that we made it to the Museum. We are no longer feeling vague parental guilt about that, seeing as Cordelia thought the best part was the playroom, which has balls that you can send through shoots so they fly through the air. Some of the balls were labelled "pollen" so I'm sure there was some sort of educational metaphor going on; between trying to keep tabs on all the kids and sending balls whizzing through the air, it was rather lost on us. Ambrose was fairly entertained and emerged from the museum doing his best dinosaur impression, which never fails to remind me of Calvin and Hobbes. (Pictured in Sept) Magdalen enjoyed running free and doing what the older sibs were doing and was not insane on the drive to or from, which bodes well for a road trip vacation this April. Unbelievably every single person in this family has come over here to speak to me or get me to do something while I've been trying to get this written. To Breakfast...

Recent Mealtimes

Sometimes a real punishment. How dare I make tuna-melts. Sometimes super cute and civilized. Do you eat your cheese slices with a fork?

IT'S ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVVVVVVE!!!!!!