Sitting

I asked Jared what he was doing when I called him up to tell him we couldn't work on the yearbook this week because they are waxing the floor, and he said, "sitting." As if simply sitting was an event in and of itself.

I was skeptical at first, but after nearly four days of sitting on my ass doing nothing, I tend to concur. I have not been being simply lazy: I have been "sitting." I have been purposeful in my sitting. I have had goals for my sitting. I have achieved things while sitting.

I am getting quite good at it too, except for the part of me that is screaming out to get up and move. I am discontent. Something's gotta give.

Phooning for Phun

I just got my phourth phoon on phoons.com. That's quite a pheat. Here it is:

http://www.phoons.com/doorhole.html

My mother took this spontaneously as we were checking out the latest on the construction at their new home. I've never actually phooned in a skirt before, so this was interesting. But I like how she didn't center me (rule of thirds!) and how I blend in with the background -- kind of an earth mother in birkenstocks hanging out in an eco-friendly house.

Next phoon goal? Who knows. . .as usual, stay tuned. I'm so glad I have this hobby to keep me out of trouble. . .

The Storm Front

I just experienced the most glorious thing: a storm came through and cooled the world down to a tolerable level. . .

So I'm wondering what wonderful analogy could be drawn from this. That there might be a cool front at the end of this journey I have set upon? Nah, too obvious and trite.

I'm screwed. Jared tried to teach me some basic photoshop stuff that was supposedly easy, and I was a sucky pupil. I just don't have the natural inquisition necessary to dive into that program and learn it. The menus, layers and pop-out thingees overstimulate my pea brain. I need to force myself to learn it every day. . .but then some of this lazy fun that I've been having will have to go.

And good news: no anxiety this week! No "Monday blahs" on Tuesday either, which is grand. Actually, I haven't had a spell for a while, but it is summer and I am on a reduced schedule. Maybe the analogy could be that I'm dealing with life on fewer meds, and therefore experiencing a calm after the storm?

I'm crossing my fingers.

Jared

Hey mom, here he is:

Bacon

I tried to poison my mother-in-law yesterday by serving her bacon in the spinach quiche. She is a vegetarian. I like my mother-in-law, and I just simply forgot that bacon was meat, I guess.

I cannot use an apostrophe in this communication, btw, it must be a glitch in the program.

Somebody texted me last night and said they got arrested. I hate text messages and I refuse to respond. But I sure hope whoever it was calls me soon. . .

Caulk

I love that word. Caulk. Say it slowly and focus on the aul. It kind of chokes you up a bit, and it's such a fun word. Some people say "cock" when they mean "caulk".

Fuselage is another fun word. So is toy.

Fuselage is fun because it kind of rolls around your tongue, and that "auge" sound at the end is cool. Toy is just fun becauses of its connotation.

Fun names of students I've had include Wook Jin Chun, LaQueena Head, and Amy Dick. Wonder where they all are now? Wook Jin had a goal of memorizing the dictionary, and I bet he accomplished that and more. LaQueena was in the inner city of Des Moines last I knew, and Amy was a south sider.

I love words.

Every Damn Day

I get tired of those things I have to do every day. Stuff like brushing my teeth and taking a shower. Stuff like getting up and going to work. Stuff like eating.

It's not that I'm against those things. . .I just wish I didn't have to do them every damn day. Well, technically I don't work EVERY day, I guess. Sometimes these tasks just seem to be Herculean.

This week has been good. The yearbook is going nicely, due to Jared's ingenuity and solid design eye. He's been good at teaching me small stuff that I hope I remember. Why does my short- term memory not work when it comes to these programs? I have even gone off of one of my meds that made me zombie-like. But it's only been about 3 days so I haven't noticed anything different. My shrink said I might lose weight and have more energy, but also might have more anxiety.

I hope I have the positive and not the negative, but if history proves itself to repeat then I'm sure to get the side effects. Remind me to tell you about my history of accidentally overdosing on brain medications. What a long strange trip it's been.

5 Days

Well, it lasted exactly 5 days.

Now I'm back to "screw the yearbook" thinking. But we are steeped in it right now. Jared is working his already small behind off, but he's doing some amazing work. I think we could win some awards.

I ordered a couple books to help me learn inDesign CS2 and Photoshop CS2. Wow. the evil- programs-that-shall-not-be-named have been named. I've got to learn these or sink with the ship. I've got to use these and teach kids and produce great journalism.

I'm making a list of all the topics I need to teach and I have some work to do for the last couple credits for the Kennedy course. But I'm looking at it like I "gotta'' do it instead of "want" to do it.

You know, I think this blog has clearly shown the cycles that my brain goes through. I cycle every week on Monday usually, but if not Monday then Tuesday. I get "The Mondays" and I feel funky and blue. I'll tell you about it some time. But this week it was Thursday before I truly started bitching about working at school instead of being with my family. Waa waa waa.

Enough about me. Talk amongst yourselves. In the mean time, how's global warming working for all of us?