This Is Me Maria

What is it about the seven year old brain that causes the child to argue?

I theorize that at this point, the amount of nutrients needed for the child’s excessive feet growth deprives the brain of whatever it is that is needed to take in new information from any paternal input units. Therefore argument is simply the seven year old brain rejecting information that it has no room for.

Well at least that is the little lie I tell myself as I repeat all instructions that don’t begin with “Eat your dessert” at least seven times.

Anyone remember when I first started this blog? I mean like the very first iteration. Anyone? Do you also remember the first time I shut down my blog? (Read: have shut down at least 3 times now) Well for whatever reason, I didn’t export in the appropriate fashion. I somehow turned all of my blog posts into a really secure PDF file that I can’t even copy and paste from.

I must now painstakingly retype every single one of those posts into Notepad before I can bring it here. There was some good stuff in there from like two years ago.

I am stupid.

(these are all things that I’ve experienced at my ripe “old” age)

you’ve severely injured yourself by stretching in the morning
your knees hurt when you bend them for very long
you mutter “who is calling at this ungodly hour” at 9pm
your vision without aid nearly qualifies you as legally blind
you have to yell when there is background noise because you can’t hear over it
you need two cups of coffee to get going in the morning
you eat a lot of grains and other healthy food for the sole purpose of staying regular