Lost, again

It has been a whirlwind month. We signed a contract on a new house this past Monday. Whoa. This means our house is on the market and the sucky part of that is how clean our house has to be. All the time. Have you met us? Although we aren't dirty people we do tend to stack. Alot. Keeping the house show-ready may kill me or make me neat (doubt it).

The girls are doing well. Rachel has had an ear infection this week. poor little one. She is such a combo of David and I. Bossy. Independent. Funny. Nurturing. And it is a damn good thing that she has a sweet personality and great imagination or the bossy might put me over the edge!

Rachel had her first major "boo-boo" Saturday. David had to work an event so the girls and I went out in search of flowers and flower pots (realtor said to make the house have more curb appeal). We got back and I got lost in repotting. Rachel wiped out in the driveway and I felt sure I was transferring millions of microbes into her big scrape.

Of course, she acted as if her leg was broken. For three days she wouldn't bend her left leg while walking. Sort of like having a short pirate in the house!

Lost

I am in qualitative analysis 2 this semester. A major part of the semester is learning how to analyze interview data. I've done three interviews- one with a grad student that lasted 35 minutes and then 2 with undergrads that lasted about 10 minutes each and are, subsequently on the same tape. All set, right?

Except that I lost the tape and tape recorder about a month ago. It is hard to transcribe then analyze missing data.

So I hunted for weeks and then found it this morning! Yea! It is not lost!

But Dave keeps getting old episodes of Lost from Netflix and I keep getting lost in those- I would not have done the transcribing even if I had the tapes.

So perhaps I have lost my ability to complete coursework...