Math symmetry September 30, 2007

Absolutely amazing!

Beauty of Math!

1 x 8 + 1 = 9
12 x 8 + 2 = 98
123 x 8 + 3 = 987
1234 x 8 + 4 = 9876
12345 x 8 + 5 = 98765
123456 x 8 + 6 = 987654
1234567 x 8 + 7 = 9876543
12345678 x 8 + 8 = 98765432
123456789 x 8 + 9 = 987654321

1 x 9 + 2 = 11
12 x 9 + 3 = 111
123 x 9 + 4 = 1111
1234 x 9 + 5 = 11111
12345 x 9 + 6 = 111111
123456 x 9 + 7 = 1111111
1234567 x 9 + 8 = 11111111
12345678 x 9 + 9 = 111111111
123456789 x 9 +10= 1111111111

9 x 9 + 7 = 88
98 x 9 + 6 = 888
987 x 9 + 5 = 8888
9876 x 9 + 4 = 88888
98765 x 9 + 3 = 888888
987654 x 9 + 2 = 8888888
9876543 x 9 + 1 = 88888888
98765432 x 9 + = 888888888

Brilliant, isn’t it?

And look at this symmetry:

1 x 1 = 1
11 x 11 = 121
111 x 111 = 12321
1111 x 1111 = 1234321
11111 x 11111 = 123454321
111111 x 111111 = 12345654321
1111111 x 1111111 = 1234567654321
11111111 x 11111111 = 123456787654321
111111111 x 111111111=123456789-87654321

Now, take a look at this…

101%

>From a strictly mathematical viewpoint:

What Equals 100%? What does it mean to give MORE than 100%?

Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%?

We have all been in situations where someone wants you to GIVE OVER 100%.

How about ACHIEVING 101%?

What equals 100% in life?

Here’s a little mathematical formula that might help answer these
questions:

If:

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Is represented as:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.

If:

H-A-R-D-W-O–R- K

8+1+18+4+23+-15+18+11 = 98%

And:

K-N-O-W-L-E–D-G-E

11+14+15+23+-12+5+4+7+-5 = 96%

But:

A-T-T-I-T-U–D-E

1+20+20+9+20+-21+4+5 = 100%

THEN, look how far the love of God will take you:

L-O-V-E-O-F–G-O-D

12+15+22+5+15+-6+7+15+4 = 101%

Therefore, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that:

While Hard Work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get
you there, It’s the Love of God that will put you over the top!

Binky dinky do September 13, 2007

The time has come for me to get serious about getting rid of the binky. No, not mine. (I keep it in my pocket, shhh) Emme’s. When I made the choice to go binky, I remembered when we got Nick over it at about her same age. We weaned him back off of it, and gradually he just forgot about it. Unfortunatly, since Em has an attention span longer then a gnat, I don’t think that is going to work for her.

This is such a transitional age. Big bed, no binky, going potty. Sounds scary to me and I’m a grownup. Having gone through such a year of huge transitions in my own life, I can imagine what this is all going to be like for her. I have gone round and round about which to do first, not wanting to do them all at once. We have made no progress at all on any front. She sits on the potty, and does nothing. We’ve planned out the room redecoration around having a big girl bed, but have not actually taken steps to get it done. And the binky…well, we have weaned her back to just having it when we want her to sleep. She gets it at nap and at night only. At this point with her brother, he had possession of 4 or 5 binkies that made a home on his bed. I explained to him that he was old enough to keep track of them himself and if he lost one, then I was not going to help him find it. Every night, one would get lost behind the bed, and every day, I would sneak up and get it and throw it out. I don’t remember the first night he went without it. It was either so traumatic I’ve blocked it or totally unremarkable. Or, thirdly, the event paled in comparison to all the other hoops he had me jumping through on a regular basis.

I fear that she will never sleep again if I take it away. The child hates to sleep. She fights sleep with every fiber of her being and has since the day she was born. Until she was 13 mos or so, the only way I could get her to sleep was to physically restrain her by swaddling her and holding her tightly, cradled in my arms. She fell asleep nursing maybe twice in our whole two years and what kid doesn’t go to sleep nursing?

But the magical binky puts her so far into the sleep zone that she cannot fight it any longer. How will I transport her there if the binky is gone? I have stopped handing it to her at sleeptime, but it’s still in her crib if she wants it. When I get out of the room without it being in her mouth she just yells and yells (not crying, yelling) for BIIIIIIIIINNNNKKKKKYYYYYYY!! over and over until I can’t take it any more and I go and get the darn thing.

DH and I have decided that it is going to be bed first. Then binky soon after. Potty training, whenever. If I have learned one thing in motherhood it’s don’t force the potty. It only creates stress in the household on all sides. Em will train herself, and I know she will when she’s ready.

It’s a long and windy road from toddlerhood to big kid land.

An Advertisement for Permanent Contracepton September 7, 2007

May I introduce you to the newest member of my blogroll: http://mom2my6pack.blogspot.com/

If you have not heard of her yet, if you are in the mommy circles, you probably aren’t checking your email enough. Her hilarious writings started with an Ebay post for a used baseball that sold for over $1000. More recently, her posting for a pack of Pokemon cards she was tricked into buying made the rounds of every active yahoo group I belong to, which totals…..5. (Is that all? It seems like more)

She has been compared to Erma Bombeck. I was raised on Erma Bombeck. She was really the only humorist that could make both my mother and myself roll. I guess that’s where the appeal is here.

Much as I love her and am entertained by her blog, I must be honest–whether she exaggerates for comedic effect or not–she is really helping me to come to grips with the idea that there could very well be no more Foster kids. Wow, that’s the first time I have written that, although, notice that the statement is nowhere concrete.

As Pickle has reached her toddlerhood, there have been days where I think maybe I want to do it again. Lucky for us, our financial situation prevents the serious consideration of trying again. By the time we got to number 3, I really felt like I had gotten the hang of things. I tried some new things and loved them, and want to do them again. Things like cloth diapering, and learning to use all different styles of slings. I want to have (Another) chance to successfully breastfeed with no issues. (Of the three, Pickle was the worst nurser of the bunch) It was the first time I got to play with girly clothes. I kept those and want to see them on another baby girl. I want a balance–2 boys, 2 girls. (I know, I know, I don’t get to choose, but this is my daydream, I can do what I want) I want Em to see me nursing a baby so that is imprinted on her for when she grows up. I want for Em to not be the only girl, to be able to have the sister that I always wanted for myself.

What I don’t want…Another kid. Not baby, I lurve the baby. It’s the kid I might be to old for. Sometimes I am throughly overwhelmed by the 3 (sometimes 4-dh) that I have. The logistics of getting us all out of the house on time to go anywhere is staggering. Adding one more to the mix? One more pair of shoes to find and fasten, one more head of hair to comb, one more bag of belongings, one more cup…..I sigh in dread at the thought. I try to minimize our family trips out, choosing to leave some/all of them home with dh if I can/he can. Sunday mornings is a must however. Sunday mornings are the worst mornings of the week. The catalyst is the hour in which they are all under the supervision of someone else, and I can look at dh and say, “Oh, hello,it’s you. Good to see you, how’ve you been.” To which, inevitably, he replies that he’s dizzy and has a headache. If anything can bring on that state, Sunday morning would do it, Post Concussion Syndrome or not.

The baby=easy. Diaper em, pop em in a sling and go. Bring one diaper and some wipes. Food will be on the go. No gear required, no mercury to chase.

The kid=cute, fun, but oh so much harder. I already feel like I”m herding cats most days.

Particularly today, when I have the first day of a head cold to deal with. That day when you feel like your head is big and your eyes are sandbags. Today is the day of not caring. I don’t care what you do, just leave me alone and don’t hurt anyone.

Net swapping fun September 6, 2007

Some fun sites i’ve joined recently: www.paperbackswap.com

Here, you can swap books with other members for the cost of shipping only. You don’t pay anything for the books you order, but you pay shipping on books you send out. It’s fun!

Just now joined www.kizoodle.com This is another swap site. You get credits for posting and sending items using only credits as currency. This is kids stuff, mom stuff, misc crap. I just posted about 200 sticker packs that I have lying around. If you join, use my referral code please: My Referral Code: 6L264C

Also, if you haven’t seen it around, this week I made a cool $60 for a site called www.money4blogs.com. This sounds too good to be true, but it isn’t. You can make money by putting a little link on your front page. The blog has to be older, and updated frequently, therefore, I put it on my Opendiary blog that I’ve had going for about 4 yrs.