As we say back home: Uff da. That’s really a thing we say. I know that a lot of people from Fargo will claim we don’t talk like the movie Fargo, but they say while talking like people in the movie Fargo. I mean, the movie is a bit exaggerated, but I really do know people who talk like the movie.
My sister’s accent has a two-drink minimum. All it takes is a 10-minute conversation with my mother before my long-O is out of contrOl.
But anyway, Uff da is a thing we say. It’s an interjection like, Ho geez. Basically, I’m overwhelmed and tired, and Boy, howdy! Was this a long week or what!
The correct answer is Or what.
- On Monday I wrote a blog post to explain why I wasn’t writing a blog post. It was a special kind of tired that day. It followed me all week, but I was able to keep myself together (until Thursday, at which point I went to bed at 7:00 p.m. and slept for 16 hours).
- Wednesdays have proven to be my strongest days for writing, and my best day for blog hits. This week I wrote about being consistent in teaching my kids that No Means No, and establishing early that they are the bosses of their bodies, even (and especially) if it means I have to give up a little control of my idea of an “orderly” classroom.
- On Thursday I was good and pissed off about tired stereotypes of women appearing in my Spanish homework. Misogyny is everywhere, friends.
- And on Friday I continued my series on the BeachBody® 21-Day Fix program, and how the disordered eating and thinking patterns it encourages are damaging to women, by writing about the twisted ideas that women’s bodies are broken and in need of “fixing.” The post was part 3 of a 5-part series.
This week is the last week before Spring Break, which starts on Friday. I’ll spend Spring Break traveling and doing a LOT of writing. And coffee. Because grad student. Uff da.