Why do people have to be so mean? Seriously... I think it has a lot to do with impatience. But for whatever reason, it just sucks. One mean action can make a person feel crummy. And why would anyone want to make someone feel crummy, even if for only 5 minutes?
I am talking about random acts of meanness, of course. There may be times when you can't avoid hurting someone's feelings. Break-ups for example. Or telling someone something they don't want to hear, but need to.
No, I'm talking about those moments when a stranger goes out of his or her way to just be a jerk.
This morning, i am waiting to turn right out of my track. There is some traffic coming, so I am patiently waiting for the one last car to pass me up. This truck comes up from behind me and edges out on the left - you know, like he's going to make a left hand turn, totally blocking my view. he waits for the car to pass and then TURNS RIGHT, right in front of me.
Grrr... Just making me feel totally crummy. I could have felt angry, but more just crummy. Why does someone have to go out of there way to do that? Be a bully and take cuts.
Sigh. I think I am going to have to go out and do some random acts of kindness now, to balance out the karmic suckiness today.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
The Week
So Grant has been gone since Sunday (and having a mighty good time in Italy, if I may add...) However, my week has been totally, and for the most part, pleasantly busy.
First up, I had conferences. Not the most enjoyable part of being a teacher, but student led does make telling parents that their child has received low grades because they haven't turned in half of their assignments is made quite a bit easier when I don't actually have to tell them - their child does. Hee Hee.
On Monday, I found out that Rent is coming to Orange County at the end of April (how on earth I missed that is beyond me...) so after school I drove to the Performing Arts Center to try to get the best possible tickets for Grant, Cathy, Angie, Kevin, and myself. I ended up with Orchestra row A (which is actually like the 4th row) way over to the side. I don't think I've ever been that close. So freaking excited. I celebrated by meeting my Angie and the kids at Long John Silvers.
On Tuesday, I went to see Chita Rivera: Life of a Dancer. Damn, she's amazing. So much energy. I bet she doesn't eat Long John Silvers very much.
On Wednesday, I finally got to visit my friend and her brand new baby - who was two weeks and one day old. What an unbelievably adorable little squiggly worm. Then I went home and babysat for Andrew and Cori.
Thursday brought a crazy cool treat - I went out to dinner with some friends who invited me to tag along because they knew G was out of town and thought I'd like the company. We always talk about going out and it finally worked out! We went to Korean BBQ - fully authentic, and then sang Karaoke at one of those rent-a-room karaoke joints. So much fun!
Now here it is, Friday. My conferences are finished. I can sleep in. Do my laundry which hasn't been done since 2006. Pack. Clean the pool.... did I mention sleep in??? I have a list of stuff to be accomplished this weekend. You know, stuff I'd put off until Spring break... only, I can't... because I'll be in Paris...the most romantic city in the world... with my wonderful husband...
Sigh... in one week, I'll be on that plane...
:::squeal:::
First up, I had conferences. Not the most enjoyable part of being a teacher, but student led does make telling parents that their child has received low grades because they haven't turned in half of their assignments is made quite a bit easier when I don't actually have to tell them - their child does. Hee Hee.
On Monday, I found out that Rent is coming to Orange County at the end of April (how on earth I missed that is beyond me...) so after school I drove to the Performing Arts Center to try to get the best possible tickets for Grant, Cathy, Angie, Kevin, and myself. I ended up with Orchestra row A (which is actually like the 4th row) way over to the side. I don't think I've ever been that close. So freaking excited. I celebrated by meeting my Angie and the kids at Long John Silvers.
On Tuesday, I went to see Chita Rivera: Life of a Dancer. Damn, she's amazing. So much energy. I bet she doesn't eat Long John Silvers very much.
On Wednesday, I finally got to visit my friend and her brand new baby - who was two weeks and one day old. What an unbelievably adorable little squiggly worm. Then I went home and babysat for Andrew and Cori.
Thursday brought a crazy cool treat - I went out to dinner with some friends who invited me to tag along because they knew G was out of town and thought I'd like the company. We always talk about going out and it finally worked out! We went to Korean BBQ - fully authentic, and then sang Karaoke at one of those rent-a-room karaoke joints. So much fun!
Now here it is, Friday. My conferences are finished. I can sleep in. Do my laundry which hasn't been done since 2006. Pack. Clean the pool.... did I mention sleep in??? I have a list of stuff to be accomplished this weekend. You know, stuff I'd put off until Spring break... only, I can't... because I'll be in Paris...the most romantic city in the world... with my wonderful husband...
Sigh... in one week, I'll be on that plane...
:::squeal:::
Saturday, March 17, 2007
yucky cold
This has been a mad crazy week
started out with a sore throat,
a cough,
by Tuesday's field trip,
I was feeling pretty yucky
The Field Trip to Riley's Farm was great,
although my class was a bit rude at times.
I know I have high expectations,
and really they were not that bad...
but still.
At least the trip home was relaxing -
I had the row to myself.
I should have taken Wednesday off work,
but I didn't.
By Thursday I was starting to feel more human.
Shitty time to get sick -
with my report cards,
and conferences.
But I feel human again,
which is nice.
Grant's off this weekend.
Plus, Grant leaves for Italy tomorrow....
I am getting so excited!!! March 30 - I'm off to Paris.
A quick trip, a week, Paris, Disneyland Paris, London, and then back.
And it will be April.
started out with a sore throat,
a cough,
by Tuesday's field trip,
I was feeling pretty yucky
The Field Trip to Riley's Farm was great,
although my class was a bit rude at times.
I know I have high expectations,
and really they were not that bad...
but still.
At least the trip home was relaxing -
I had the row to myself.
I should have taken Wednesday off work,
but I didn't.
By Thursday I was starting to feel more human.
Shitty time to get sick -
with my report cards,
and conferences.
But I feel human again,
which is nice.
Grant's off this weekend.
Plus, Grant leaves for Italy tomorrow....
I am getting so excited!!! March 30 - I'm off to Paris.
A quick trip, a week, Paris, Disneyland Paris, London, and then back.
And it will be April.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Report Card Time
So - I corrected papers from 10 AM to 8 PM last night. Fun. And what do I have to look forward to today? More papers to grade. Wahoo!!!
So why am I blogging instead of correcting? I just can't start. Sigh. Its to beautiful outside. I really should take a shower. That will get me more motivated to work. Or at least make me feel less sluggish.
My class this year is pissing me off. I have so many missing assignments. I am so irritated. Conferences are going to be really eye opening. I'm bummed though - because at the beginning of the trimester, I was really good about sending home alerts with missing assignments. This last part of the trimester, I haven't been so good about it - and I have 3 students who slipped through the cracks - didn't turn in a single reading assignment for the past 3 weeks, and yet I didn't send a note home. chh.
Oh well. My pulse rate is 76 this morning.
So why am I blogging instead of correcting? I just can't start. Sigh. Its to beautiful outside. I really should take a shower. That will get me more motivated to work. Or at least make me feel less sluggish.
My class this year is pissing me off. I have so many missing assignments. I am so irritated. Conferences are going to be really eye opening. I'm bummed though - because at the beginning of the trimester, I was really good about sending home alerts with missing assignments. This last part of the trimester, I haven't been so good about it - and I have 3 students who slipped through the cracks - didn't turn in a single reading assignment for the past 3 weeks, and yet I didn't send a note home. chh.
Oh well. My pulse rate is 76 this morning.
Death and New Life
So, Amy's funeral, on March 8 was both beautiful and sad at the same time. So many people turned out for her viewing on March 7. The mass had a lot of people, as well. But the burial was probably the most significant.
There was a beautiful balloon release of pink, white, and yellow balloons that had everyone in tears with their eyes towards the clear, blue sky. The family's beautiful singing of "You are my sunshine," with Mary repeating "Please don't take my sunshine away in a beautiful and heartbreaking ode to a girl who touched so many lives. And the burial itself - the lowering of the coffin, the filling in of the dirt, new grass on top, and a blanket of flowers. I had never seen that before - the most I'd seen was the coffin lowered - but there was something soothing and complete about it being all finished when we left.
On March 6, my friend Katherine welcomed her new baby girl, Brooklynn Kate, into the world. My days of sadness were punctuated with pictures sent to my cell phone of this new life. They are both doing fine, and our home, enjoying life as a family.
Life is beautiful.
There was a beautiful balloon release of pink, white, and yellow balloons that had everyone in tears with their eyes towards the clear, blue sky. The family's beautiful singing of "You are my sunshine," with Mary repeating "Please don't take my sunshine away in a beautiful and heartbreaking ode to a girl who touched so many lives. And the burial itself - the lowering of the coffin, the filling in of the dirt, new grass on top, and a blanket of flowers. I had never seen that before - the most I'd seen was the coffin lowered - but there was something soothing and complete about it being all finished when we left.
On March 6, my friend Katherine welcomed her new baby girl, Brooklynn Kate, into the world. My days of sadness were punctuated with pictures sent to my cell phone of this new life. They are both doing fine, and our home, enjoying life as a family.
Life is beautiful.
Monday, March 05, 2007
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell...
So,
I'm upstairs in my room,
talking to dead people...
Amy? Are you watching me change my clothes?
Did you ever come by to visit me?
Betty - do you like my new blankie?
Yes, I still have a blankie -
its not the same one -
its from my husband when he was a kid -
Betty, I wish you'd met my husband,
you would have loved him,
you would have made him laugh,
he reminds me of you
in a secret way in my mind
that makes sense only to me,
Betty, do you know Amy?
Have you met her?
Amy's sense of humor isn't as sarcastic as ours,
but it used to be,
or anyway, she at least appreciated it,
before...
come to think of it,
maybe she'll appreciate it again,
check her out,
make her smile,
Hi Frankie, Hi Grandma,
why not come and join the little party in my head?
Hold on
I'm feeling like I'm headed for a
Breakdown
and I don't know why
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
Me
Talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
So.
Amy died on Saturday.
Dead.
Passed away.
So strange,
her little body,
it's her,
it's not her.
I tried to donate blood today. I'm like 4 weeks overdue. They turned me down. My pulse rate was too high. 118. It was 118 ten minutes later in the car. Its at 96 now. Guess blogging calms me down.
Or not. Its 100 now.
When I was little,
I used to lay on my bed,
and feel my heart beat.
I always had a fast heart rate
86-92 is average for me.
I knew it was a little faster than normal
I used to try to will my heart to slow down.
I was afraid that my heart had a predetermined number of beats.
If it was going fast like this, it would use up my alloted heart beats faster.
If I could just slow it down, even have a normal heart rate,
them maybe I could live just a little bit longer.
Why can't death,
be as wonderful as birth?
They are both a part of life,
why so yin and yang?
so. on we go.
I'm upstairs in my room,
talking to dead people...
Amy? Are you watching me change my clothes?
Did you ever come by to visit me?
Betty - do you like my new blankie?
Yes, I still have a blankie -
its not the same one -
its from my husband when he was a kid -
Betty, I wish you'd met my husband,
you would have loved him,
you would have made him laugh,
he reminds me of you
in a secret way in my mind
that makes sense only to me,
Betty, do you know Amy?
Have you met her?
Amy's sense of humor isn't as sarcastic as ours,
but it used to be,
or anyway, she at least appreciated it,
before...
come to think of it,
maybe she'll appreciate it again,
check her out,
make her smile,
Hi Frankie, Hi Grandma,
why not come and join the little party in my head?
Hold on
I'm feeling like I'm headed for a
Breakdown
and I don't know why
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
Me
Talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
So.
Amy died on Saturday.
Dead.
Passed away.
So strange,
her little body,
it's her,
it's not her.
I tried to donate blood today. I'm like 4 weeks overdue. They turned me down. My pulse rate was too high. 118. It was 118 ten minutes later in the car. Its at 96 now. Guess blogging calms me down.
Or not. Its 100 now.
When I was little,
I used to lay on my bed,
and feel my heart beat.
I always had a fast heart rate
86-92 is average for me.
I knew it was a little faster than normal
I used to try to will my heart to slow down.
I was afraid that my heart had a predetermined number of beats.
If it was going fast like this, it would use up my alloted heart beats faster.
If I could just slow it down, even have a normal heart rate,
them maybe I could live just a little bit longer.
Why can't death,
be as wonderful as birth?
They are both a part of life,
why so yin and yang?
so. on we go.