Sunday, January 14, 2007

Yeah. That title.

I can't think of a title, so I don't have one. That just about sums up the mood I've been in. (see posts about nothing lately. Proves point.) I am missing reading Cartwheels at Midnight. Paige, AKA Brandi, is on hiatus. When I go to comment on others' blogs, I get this log in message that then shoots me to Blogger, distracting me and making me circumvent the system. I hate that. So, I don't leave many comments. I am reading, though, I promise.
I am doing poetry with my ninth graders at school. I love poetry because it lets people hint at what they are feeling deep down, leaving most for interpretation. I love that. Of course, I love being direct, too. Get this: one day at lunch this week we had "Chinese Food". We got a fortune cookie and my fortune said something like "Be direct. You often get better results", or something to that effect. Boy did the other teachers I eat lunch with have a laugh. They were stating that sure, I needed to be more direct. Ha! Yeah, I guess you could say that about me - I do say what I want and wear my heart on my sleeve. Like it or hate it, I guess.
I am in the throws of having three out of four kids playing basketball right now. You should see my calendar. Overwhelming. It is crazy, really. I do get tomorrow off, only because I took a personal day, to stay at home with my own kids so they don't have to stay home alone. BUT, Mak has bball practice, then we have to go to our last ortho consultation. So, the day is shot, basically. Then, back to the grind on Tuesday. Pak has a basketball game, Mak has practice, and Cam has practice. All at different times. Wow. Dinner? I guess it will be something we can either scrape up off the highway as we cross paths with ourselves, or something we can grab out of the frig. like pudding. Nutritious.
Lastly, my mind has been reeling lately and therefore I have not been sleeping well. I am tired, don't get me wrong, but it is like my body knows it can sleep in for the weekend, but won't. It rebels, reminding me of how much stress it is under. Rest assured, on Tuesday morning when I can't sleep in because of work, my body will lie lax beneath me, dreading to start its day. Unfair, isn't it?

2 comments:

Ericka said...

GIRL! I am SOOOOO feeling you on so many things you mentioned here...


You're more than welcome to come over so we can stew over it with a margarita in hand. I always seem to understand everything more clearly with a margarita...

wordgirl said...

I've not been commenting as much because I had a wicked flu or something close to it. But I'm back.