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How Zeus and I Will Become Besties

The first thing on my 35 Before 35 List is “Learn a new language.” In addition to American Sign Language, I’ve been learning Greek.

 Why Greek? Because…

  1. I want to communicate with Zeus, Aphrodite, Hera—all the major gods and goddesses. I will be the next Bulfinch.
  2. I saw My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Those people are fun.
  3. It looks like this:

And last but not least, because I’m going there to meet Kiefer…right now.

See you in a week!


I’m in the 25th Grade

Me: I’m taking another sign language class.

Mom: Aren’t you tired of going to school?

Me: Never!

Some days I am tired of going to school. But it’s the act of going, not the learning. If class could come to me, right into my bedroom where I could learn while wearing fake pants, that would be ideal.

I’m 30 years old, and I’ve been in school for most of my life. Here’s a brief history:

  • In 5th grade, I kicked a** at math.
  • In 11th grade, I lost my math smarts.
  • I graduated college in December 2002: a semester early because I was tired of school.
  • By that spring, I was taking Business graduate classes.
  • By the following fall, I decided Business really wasn’t for me. Too much math involved.
  • A few months later, I started Education graduate classes.
  • About a year later, I switched to Humanities graduate classes.
  • Then I took a year off, only to take belly dancing classes and learn to ride a motorcycle instead.
  • Next came the English graduate classes.

You: So you have masters credits in 3 different subjects. Seriously, Thoughtsy. Make up your mind.

  • Once I completed my English Masters, I started teaching at the local community college. Ah-ha! I’m in charge now!
  • Three semesters later, I dropped teaching and started learning American Sign Language (ASL).

I’ll finish the ASL program in about 2-3 years. Then…no more school. Ever.

But…it would be cool to learn Italian. And maybe Spanish.


My Reputation as a Blogger, Not a Floozy

On Saturday afternoon, I met up with fellow blogger Misty.

And I was nervous. Date nervous. In fact, if you count the Renaissance Festival, Saturday was our second date.

Thoughts started racing through my head:

  • Does this sweater make me look fat?
  • What if I trip and fall on my face?
  • It’s snowing. What if snow falls on my head and ruins my hair? Maybe I should wear a hat.
  • Are birds still flying south for the winter? What if a bird poos on me? I should definitely wear a hat.
  • What if she doesn’t like smores? (This should have been my first worry. Obviously, my game was off.)
  • What happens on the second date? Is that second base?

Misty and I met at a really cool store called Retro Metro. As we entered the store, I was even more nervous. I promised Misty the store had some funny stuff for excellent blog material and gifts.

What if she didn’t think the store was funny? My credibility would be shot. I could see rumors running rampant through the blog world: Thoughtsy doesn’t know funny. She’s as funny as a fart in a spacesuit.

NOOOOOOOOO!

But then…Misty laughed. And she laughed smore some more. And she showed me this:

A supplement to my American Sign Language classes.

We found some really cool stuff at the store…like this stuff.

Next we had lunch. And by lunch, I mean dessert. And by dessert, I mean Peanut Butter Smores. Mmmmm…. Misty even let me have the last bite because she’s cool like that.

After smores, we went back to Retro Metro because the store was just that cool.

Anyways, I think I sufficiently impressed Misty because she gave me Pop-Tarts. This means there will probably be a third date…I wonder if she’ll expect me to put out?


Don’t Read My Lips, Read My Hands

How can you get the instant ability to persuade any man on earth to willingly, happily, and swiftly do your bidding?

That was one of the questions I found in my blog’s search terms. I wish I knew! But I’m pretty sure the answer involves beer and sports.

Many of the questions in my search terms ask how to sign something in American Sign Language (ASL). Mostly, I see this one:

What’s the sign for “Thank You?”

Since FnkyBee and Marina recently posted vlogs, I decided to follow suit. I’m not a huge fan of my voice (I sound like a child), so an ASL vlog is perfect.

ASL Fun Fact #3: Watch the video to learn the sign for “Thank You.”

Translation:

Hi! My name is Thoughtsy. It’s nice to meet you. How are you? I’m excited for my first vlog! You asked me what the sign is for “thank you.” The sign is ::kinda looks like I’m blowing you a kiss::. Later!

Remember ASL Fun Fact #1? Canada uses ASL, too, but if you live in a different country, you have your own sign language. (You can read ASL Fun Fact #2 here.)

ASL Fun Fact #4: When many Deaf people lipread, they only understand about 30%, so it’s not the best form of communication.

PS: I’ve only taken 2 sign language courses, so go easy on me.


Hide and Seek…and Attack

My original plan was to do all relationshipy Valentinesy posts this week. But after only two posts, I’m already sick of it. I need a break. Let’s talk about something else, shall we?

How about Esme? I wish I could bring that adorable kitty baby muffin with me to work. Sigh.

The other day Esme and I played Hide and Seek. When Esme plays Hide and Seek, you usually don’t have a choice on whether to play. You have to play.

The other day I realized the house was quiet. Too quiet.

Me: Esme?

Nothing.

Me: Esmeeeeee?

Silence.

Me: NomNoms, Esme?

Not even the promise of food made her appear. Uh-oh. Maybe she escaped!

So the search began. I started with the obvious places.

Food and Water Dish

Esme was not chowing down.

My American Sign Language Textbook

Correction: Esme was chowing down…on my textbook. Fantastic. (Pay no attention to the book in the left corner of the picture. My mom got it for me. Really.)

Laundry Day

I checked the bed. All clear. Literally. Because it was laundry day.

Waaaaait…What the…. Is that…?

I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille.

ROAR!