Oh. What. Fun. by Chandler Baker

Oh. What. Fun.

Oh. What. Fun. by Chandler Baker
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Mom’s just being Mom, right? I understand this book better than I should have. No one sees what Mom actually does, until she’s not there.

I enjoyed this book, but it was a little far-fetched.

It was a fun Christmas-themed book, even though I read it when it wasn’t Christmas season.

I recommend it as a fun, non-thought-provoking book.

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Christmas Jokes: Funny and Hilarious Christmas Jokes and Riddles for Kids by Arnie Lightning

Christmas Jokes: Funny and Hilarious Christmas Jokes and Riddles for Kids

Christmas Jokes: Funny and Hilarious Christmas Jokes and Riddles for Kids by Arnie Lightning
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I got this as a freebie. Nothing terribly funny here. I dislike the noises and voices and feel that it will turn a kid off.

This book was just Ok. I don’t have a lot more to say about it than that.

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Nearing the End

I’m getting near the end of my college career. I have a project and presentation to do for one class.

One more book and one more paper for another.

Two more weeks and a final for the third class.

And one final to go for the last class.

It seems doable. I can’t believe that I’m almost there.

Juggling a Lot

As you have probably figured out, I have a tendency to juggle a lot. Between work, school, and my own entertainment, I have a lot on my plate. This isn’t even counting my family commitments. Yes, I am scattered.

This week, I didn’t have school because of Thanksgiving. All of my instructors told me to take the full week off. They seem to have forgotten that when I return to school, I will be starting finals. My last set of finals!

I had been putting off getting my Covid booster and my shingles vaccination, since I had several months of busy weekends, and I wanted the time to recover if needed. I finally got it done yesterday. I woke up with a headache and I have been tired for most of the day, but otherwise, I seem to be ok.

When I woke up, I realized how much I had to do for school and around the house. I have a ton of reading and writing to do for classes, and I also have several films and videos to watch for the classes, too. I started making my oral todo list, then realized that I had too much to remember. Molly, the dog, was not great at being a secretary, so I eventually got up and wrote everything down. It doesn’t look like much on paper, but each of the projects will take me several hours.

I decided to stop ignoring the blog here for a moment, since I got a few tasks on the list done and needed a little break. Just a few more weeks of school and I should be done completely! I’m making progress, but it’s slow.

I have a few book reviews to finish writing and post here, so those should be coming up soon.

Back in the pool

Well, I managed to get a swim in this week. On my way from the locker room to the pool, the couple sitting and chatting in the hot tub asked me to turn on the jets that had just turned off. It didn’t want to work for me even though I tried. The woman got out and fixed it. I got into the pool.

I did my swim. Sat in the steam room for a few minutes and then I got into the hot tub. The man got out, leaving the woman to chat with me. At first, she chatted about training as a lifeguard when she was a teenager. Then she complained about being sore from moving boxes. Then she went into a long rant about how her brother is stealing her father’s house from under her after the father died and the brother evicted her. She went into every item that her brother took from her. I excused myself and went to go shower. She followed me to the locker room.

I managed to get into the shower alone but I could hear the woman telling another woman her story. The other woman left as I was getting out of the shower. I got to my locker after the first woman complimented my teal- colored towel, telling me it matched my skin. She was standing there stark naked as she chatted with me.

She started into more of her family history, including the fact that she was almost “four score and ten” and a story about her mother disowning her when she was 5, and finally forgiving her mother just before the mother died. At this point, I was fully dressed and wondering if she was going to be headed to my car with me. She did not. I let her leave before me and I stalled a bit by looking at the list of free training sessions available. I did not sign up, but I looked.

I always wonder how I get myself into these conversations. Talent, I guess?