I located my gumption. It was hiding behind the TV.
Okay, so we all were taught there are three states of matter - solid, liquid, gas. Years ago, I read something about there being a fourth state - plasma. It's like fire. Fire exists but previously had no assigned state of matter, so Voila! plasma. I thought it was cool and seemed logical, so I taught that to my daughter. Of course, she mentioned it to a teacher, who immediately told her she was wrong. I had to talk to the teacher and explain where Owl came up with that and I provided sources. Derp. Which reminds me about my 6th grade science teacher who marked me wrong during our lesson on blood types. We pricked our fingers, applied it to the paper with some solution, and watched for the reaction. I already knew my blood type and the types of my parents, so it was easy enough. Once the thing dried, though, the teacher said I didn't have what I had and said I had a blood type neither of my parents had. I backed her down by pointing out that she was basically saying my dad wasn't my dad, and she changed my grade back to an A. Silly git.
For the record, there's no way I could be adopted. Sometimes, when I was a kid, I wished I was. Sometimes, I felt like I was. Mom explained it to me the easy way - we already had four kids, why would we adopt another one? Harsh, but true.
I watch a lot of Long Last Family (the UK edition). It's like a mystery show, and y'all know how I do love mysteries. But it's real. People finding kids they gave up for adoption, or adopted people looking for their birth parents, or siblings searching for each other. Usually there are happy endings, and I love those, too.
Is it just me or does Venus look brighter these days?
This morning, a barred owl was hooting out there in the woods. They make a sound people liken to 'who cooks for you'. The last time I heard it, it was just one big HOOT. I tried to make squeaking noises to draw it closer, but nope. Aw, well.
Which reminds me of this exchange I saw about people incorrectly correcting other people. Someone had posted about a barred owl and another person corrected them by saying they meant BARN owl, not BARD. ROFL
Okay, that's enough out of me. Got any this-n-thats for me today? What thoughts do you have on mine?
I also mostly "flunked" a form of your blood test thing in high school science. Only it was on genetic eye color. I couldn't fill out the info because I had no clue what color my "parents'" eyes were. My dad's eyes were brown, my mother's green, my brother's green. Mine are blue. I had to explain I had no clue about my biological parents. It embarrassed the teacher. Oh well.
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of, my biological mother died last year. She was like 91 or 92. There's a long story--a little messy--about doing searches there. Sometimes, you find out stuff you don't want to know.
Owls are cool/not cool. I mean, they're awesome birds but in native culture, they usually bring tidings of stuff best not thought about.
My gumption is still hiding. I plan to sic Toby on it if we ever sniff it out.
It's hot. Fall might show up next week. Or not. I'm worried that fall actually came and went in August/Sept and it's gonna be winter before we know it.
Why yes, I am procrastinating, why do you ask?
Okay, all kidding aside, I am going to get off the freakin' net and work. Or do laundry. Right after another cup of coffee. Later, tater!