November 17, 2014

My alarm is so quiet, that I am often unsure I am hearing it.  Many would wonder why I do not sleep through it, but I carry within me such a fear of being late that often, I awake minutes before the alarm.  It’s a gift…and a curse.  <smile>  This morning my coffee was an Italian blend that I have as emergency reserve…I hate running out of “my brand.”  I needed to shower this morning, so everything was read through quickly – no heart-pounding declarations of love, no hair-on-the-neck shocking letters…I did get a LinkedIn request from a dude in SA, so I accepted…that was stupid.  I later got the READ WITH URGENCY email about a “lucrative proposition” (he works in a bank).  Suuure!!!!  Maybe you know my friend in Nigeria….<eye roll>  How does one delete people from linkedIn???  I also had an offer from a headhunter regarding Montessori schools in SoCal and NY, but he must not be very good as I haven't been in Montessori for over 3 years.  I miss the little ones, and Mags smiled as I saved a small glass bottle this weekend, saying  "Because it would be great for a Montessori job!" but I wonder if I'll ever go back.  It's  lifetime credential, so maybe one day I can take my materials to some place in Africa and work in a small village.  Who knows.

 Work was ..worky.  I got the “Fuck off, leave me the fuck alone, why the fuck are you following me, you fucking annoy me, your voice fucking annoys me” love.  Gotta love the “individuals who exhibit borderlines traits”.   Was able to debut my acting skills, which actually sucked.  Performance anxiety.  Blechhhghghsghdfdghghsdxgajshgdjasdxjhasvx.  Off to the ophthalmologist!

Where my eyesight holds steady – still bad with bad astigmatism.  But I am still  ok in terms of needing reading glasses (oh, the little things), I paid a super low $2.77/gal for gasoline, I got home safely – there was no love letter nor package, but there were also no bills, I got one assignment done before class Thursday and only have a paper to write, though I have noooo motivation.  Being a senior in grad school sucks.  But I am almost finished!!  Anyone picking up how I am going back and forth here?  <getting dizzy>

I got two emails from Ethan’s teachers.  Wish he was with me steadily so we could initiate a constant studying routine.  The back and forth isn’t helping, I think, but he did much better this weekend with me and I miss them both.  

I need to think of an adventure for my birthday with the kids.  I’ll have them Thanksgiving week/weekend before my day and I though Yosemite, Berkeley, SF beach.  Annie can’t come, wherever we go, because she whines so much in the car (excitement) that I want to hit the nearest tree.  Maybe a rad record or book  store would be good.  Yeah..maybe Berkeley.  I’ve never been.

Pictures:  Little trinkets I have around the house with my books...the last is a statue my mother bought for my dad when I was around 5.  It always sat in their bedroom.