Sunday, June 13, 2010
It's Hot.
It's hot out today. I mean, like gross heavy, you immediately feel stinky kind of hot. I wish we had a pool. The garden hose and Koi pond are looking pretty good about now. I don't know why I am blogging about the weather. There's not much else going on. Ferris just bonked his nog on the table. He fake-cried for about 1 second. Now he's showing me something yellow and calling me Daddy.
Friday, April 9, 2010
I like days like today.
I like days like today. I don't normally like any day when I drop a ball. I normally try to handle everything and feel inadequate when not everything gets done. Today however, I was really ok with my choice. Sometimes it's ok to really evaluate "is this important today?" "Really?" Sometimes it's ok to say, "No. It's really not."
I'm actually more proud of myself on days like today than on days that I do it all. I did more today, I prioritized. Properly.
That being said, I still got an s-ton accomplished. I hung out with Ferris, got a form notarized, made Ferris dinner, packet his bag to hang out with Pop-Pop, met the gang at Ryan's daughter, took the bus to the game, enjoyed 8.5 innings, caught the light rail to class, made it to class with 5 minutes to spare.
It was a good day.
I'm actually more proud of myself on days like today than on days that I do it all. I did more today, I prioritized. Properly.
That being said, I still got an s-ton accomplished. I hung out with Ferris, got a form notarized, made Ferris dinner, packet his bag to hang out with Pop-Pop, met the gang at Ryan's daughter, took the bus to the game, enjoyed 8.5 innings, caught the light rail to class, made it to class with 5 minutes to spare.
It was a good day.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
My extraordinary- ordinary day. Follow the dots
I began my day at 6:45 in Lauraville.
7:20-7:45- Drove to Federal Hill for work.
7:45- Got to work.
7:50-9:30- Attempted to teach Adobe After Effects to unwilling adolescents.
9:37-10:00- Drove to Towson University.
10:00-10:10- Drove around campus looking for parking. Remembered why I don't miss TU.
10:12-10:32- Waited for a very helpful, yet slow lady at the registrar's office to complete certification form for bar application.
10:33-10:59- Raced back to work. (planning period ends at 11:00)
11:00-11:40- Attempted to teach Adobe Flash to unwilling/incapable adolescents.
11:40-12:10- Lunch. Didn't eat. Had tea while dramatic students discussed their love life with me. Took a practice MBE while pretending to listen.
12:15-1:20- Continued Adobe Flash with the unwilling/incapable adolescents.
1:25-2:50- Attempted to teach Adobe After Effects to lazy adolescents.
2:55-3:32- Drove to Hamilton to pick up baby from Mother-In-Law.
4:00- Arrived home.
4:30- Realized that we were out of dog insulin.
4:33-5:32- Drove in gridlock with baby to vet, back in Federal Hill.
5:35-6:10- Drove home.
6:11-6:50- Cleaned up the remnants of diaper bag contents left by dog. Fed Dogs. Injected old sick dog with requisite insulin. Changed baby's diaper. Fed cats. Made wholesome fish stick and corn dinner for baby. Gave baby Mandarin oranges for wholesome dessert. Let dogs outside. Wash baby's face and hands. Changed baby's clothes. Let dogs in. Packed diaper bag. Loaned neighbor a tub of butter. Put good dog in crate. Left bad sick dog to roam house.
6:51-7:00- Drove baby to In Law's.
7:08- 7:30- Drove to Mt. Vernon for Family Law class.
8:39- Sitting in Family Law class. Blogging about day.
For those who followed the Indiana-Jonesesque red line on the map...
Lauraville to Federal Hill
Federal Hill to Towson
Towson to Federal Hill
Federal Hill to Hamilton
Hamilton to Lauraville
Lauraville to Federal Hill
Federal Hill to Lauraville
Lauraville to Hamilton
Hamilton to Mt. Vernon
7:20-7:45- Drove to Federal Hill for work.
7:45- Got to work.
7:50-9:30- Attempted to teach Adobe After Effects to unwilling adolescents.
9:37-10:00- Drove to Towson University.
10:00-10:10- Drove around campus looking for parking. Remembered why I don't miss TU.
10:12-10:32- Waited for a very helpful, yet slow lady at the registrar's office to complete certification form for bar application.
10:33-10:59- Raced back to work. (planning period ends at 11:00)
11:00-11:40- Attempted to teach Adobe Flash to unwilling/incapable adolescents.
11:40-12:10- Lunch. Didn't eat. Had tea while dramatic students discussed their love life with me. Took a practice MBE while pretending to listen.
12:15-1:20- Continued Adobe Flash with the unwilling/incapable adolescents.
1:25-2:50- Attempted to teach Adobe After Effects to lazy adolescents.
2:55-3:32- Drove to Hamilton to pick up baby from Mother-In-Law.
4:00- Arrived home.
4:30- Realized that we were out of dog insulin.
4:33-5:32- Drove in gridlock with baby to vet, back in Federal Hill.
5:35-6:10- Drove home.
6:11-6:50- Cleaned up the remnants of diaper bag contents left by dog. Fed Dogs. Injected old sick dog with requisite insulin. Changed baby's diaper. Fed cats. Made wholesome fish stick and corn dinner for baby. Gave baby Mandarin oranges for wholesome dessert. Let dogs outside. Wash baby's face and hands. Changed baby's clothes. Let dogs in. Packed diaper bag. Loaned neighbor a tub of butter. Put good dog in crate. Left bad sick dog to roam house.
6:51-7:00- Drove baby to In Law's.
7:08- 7:30- Drove to Mt. Vernon for Family Law class.
8:39- Sitting in Family Law class. Blogging about day.
For those who followed the Indiana-Jonesesque red line on the map...
Lauraville to Federal Hill
Federal Hill to Towson
Towson to Federal Hill
Federal Hill to Hamilton
Hamilton to Lauraville
Lauraville to Federal Hill
Federal Hill to Lauraville
Lauraville to Hamilton
Hamilton to Mt. Vernon
Thursday, September 24, 2009
My forever grudge
I hold grudges. I always have I always will. I don't believe in forgiveness without atonement. I can't forgive someone without at least an effort on their part on to replace what they took or destroyed. I will never forgive my father for what he did to my mother and for what I suspect he did to my sister. I could watch the man die an excruciatingly slow torturous death and feel nothing. Perhaps some pleasure.
My point is, I don't easily let things go. I now turn my wrath inward. I am angry and resentful of myself for the choices I have made and the repercussions that those choices have created. I chose to go to law school because my ego could not bear the thought of simply being a teacher. I needed a flashy, sexy, impressive career that would come with money and power. I poo-pooed a career in education and set my sights "higher". In doing so I've sunk myself into a lifetime of debt, and what's worse, I've forever robbed myself of precious, irreplaceable time with my son. I will miss his first steps, his first real words, his laughs, his love. When I come home from class he doesn't want me to hold him, he doesn't want to play, he doesn't look at me. And it's my fault. I can never replace this time. I can never undo what I have done. I can never atone. If someone else did this to me I would hate them forever. Why should I be any different?
My point is, I don't easily let things go. I now turn my wrath inward. I am angry and resentful of myself for the choices I have made and the repercussions that those choices have created. I chose to go to law school because my ego could not bear the thought of simply being a teacher. I needed a flashy, sexy, impressive career that would come with money and power. I poo-pooed a career in education and set my sights "higher". In doing so I've sunk myself into a lifetime of debt, and what's worse, I've forever robbed myself of precious, irreplaceable time with my son. I will miss his first steps, his first real words, his laughs, his love. When I come home from class he doesn't want me to hold him, he doesn't want to play, he doesn't look at me. And it's my fault. I can never replace this time. I can never undo what I have done. I can never atone. If someone else did this to me I would hate them forever. Why should I be any different?
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
First Post- I've given in to the dark side
I don't know what I think about blogging. A huge part of me thinks that the whole practice is wildly narcissistic. How self consumed does someone have to be to truly believe that millions of strangers actually care and take the time to read about their ramblings? I'm not that pretentious by any means. If anything I'm on the self-deprocating end of the spectrum. As of late though I've been keeping a hand written journal and figured that a blog can provide the same catharsis without the hand cramps and the hand writing of a pit bull writing lefty.
Over the past year I've become a twitter/blogger widow. My husband has become more interested in the lives of complete strangers than in mine. Perhaps if I become a nameless, faceless internet entity he will come to know what goes on in my head. Perhaps the blog will help me to articulate my thoughts in a way that he will understand and appreciate. So I've come to the dark side looking for that proverbial outlet and maybe to build a marriage lost to cyberspace. Like I said, I do this for me. If people out there read it, cool. If anyone out there is entertained, amused, or just slightly intrigued, even better. It's late now and I think I'll call it a night. The cat is giving me a dirty look and I just don't think I can wait for the husband to finish working. More about what I do and my efforts to have it all and be all things to all people next time. Good night world.
Over the past year I've become a twitter/blogger widow. My husband has become more interested in the lives of complete strangers than in mine. Perhaps if I become a nameless, faceless internet entity he will come to know what goes on in my head. Perhaps the blog will help me to articulate my thoughts in a way that he will understand and appreciate. So I've come to the dark side looking for that proverbial outlet and maybe to build a marriage lost to cyberspace. Like I said, I do this for me. If people out there read it, cool. If anyone out there is entertained, amused, or just slightly intrigued, even better. It's late now and I think I'll call it a night. The cat is giving me a dirty look and I just don't think I can wait for the husband to finish working. More about what I do and my efforts to have it all and be all things to all people next time. Good night world.
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