Friday, July 30, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
I desire to be a cheerful exuberant person for my fam and for myself, but I’m not feeling it after I work. I truly fear that my job may be sucking the life force out of me. I don't blame my job, I blame my lack of perspective. I need to gain perspective on work. This is my great struggle. I'm working on it.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
My latest pop culture love? Those crazy vampire movies. Haven't read the books, but I do love the movies. I love that vampire called Edward Cullen. I have seen Eclipse already, but I will probably go see it again because I love those large wolves and the dramatic fight scene where the werewolves and the vampires team up for justice. NPR's pop culture podcast has a great comparison of Bella with the heroine from the Dragon Tattoo books. If you want to see those vampire movies, you definitely should.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Started an arts school
Starting an arts school
Working at central admin now.
Still working hard for our school.
I'm pretty pleased with the use of the table to compare the two principals. What do you think?
Monday, July 19, 2010
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Kay Musical Instrument Company
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Friday, July 09, 2010
Thursday, July 08, 2010
Wednesday, July 07, 2010
I used to have zebra finches. They were great pets. Sweet and sociable. Whenever one finch died I would usually go out and buy the survivor a new pal because of my sympathetic nature. So the finches were part of my life for a way long time. Until one day I decided I didn’t want to have finches any more. I didn’t buy a replacement finch when the penultimate finch died. That poor last finch got a beak problem where his beak grew too long. I brought him to the vet and the vet decided to shave his beak. During the shaving, my finch died. The vet said, “It just died.” As I was leaving with my empty cage, the receptionist said, “That’s going to be 7.95.” I was dumbfounded. I paid, but it seemed so unfair to pay someone to kill my pet. I was forlorn and furious all at once.
Monday, July 05, 2010
My great aunt Elvira used to visit us fairly frequently. She was one of those adults that give you hope for the future when you’re a little kid. She took an interest in the people around her, whatever their age. She wanted to know what we were up to and then later, after she left, she would send little packages of articles and artifacts she had picked up that she knew you’d like. The last time she visited I was in high school. I came home from a used book store and showed her a very old kid book I had bought. She said, “Oh I didn’t know you liked old books.”
I answered, “I didn’t either. But I guess I do.”
After that, she would send me old books from time to time. One summer day after my senior year, I bought a copy of Pickwick Papers. I wanted to read it on my big summer trip. On that same day I got a package from Auntie Elvira. Inside was an extremely old copy of Pickwick Papers. My sister Joy thought this was unbelievable and did a lot of exclaiming about the wild synchronicity. I didn’t think much of it. Unlike Amy Rosenthal, I’ve never seen much magical in weird coincidence, but now, so many years later, the whole thing does seem kind of amazing. I wish I could talk to Auntie Elvira again. She’s one of those people you don’t stop missing.
Sunday, July 04, 2010
At the end of the greatest grandest 4th of July party ever, we all huddled together on the deck, waiting for the big backyard fireworks show. I’ve always left pyrotechnics to professionals, so I was curious about the long row of cylinders and rectangular prisms that stretched across the backyard. To my amazement, those fireworks created a most stunning show directly overhead. The fireworks were so close that I had some nervousness during the show, anticipating possible danger. Sure enough, during the grand finale, fireworks started shooting toward the deck in random fashion. Using primal instinct, I dashed into the home but other less fortunates did incur some injuries. GPM was hit in the chest with shrapnel. D lost some hair from burning ember. F had a burn on his neck for which he later requested “some type of cream.” The paper tablecloth was on fire. An exciting end to a fun lake side evening. But maybe we won’t try this at home again any time soon. At least til next year?
Saturday, July 03, 2010
I’m in a wee bit of a quandary right now because I’ve lost my camera. I’ve loved that thing since the first moment GPMenosky gave it to me years ago. I would actually marry the thing if I weren’t already betrothed to Husbandman.
The camera’s always with me and taking pictures is not just a favorite thing to do, it’s something I feel a real need to do every few days. I don’t see myself as a photographer, but the camera is tied into my blogging, and if I don’t have a stash of newish photos saved up, I don’t feel able to blog. And when I'm not able to blog, my days don't really go right.
I’m signed up for Amy Rosenthal’s latest email challenge. She has invited followers to take pix of fireworks and send them to her. Then she’ll make a slideshow of all our photos. She’s really nice to do this I think. I have a backup camera I’m using right now, so I hope GPM can give me some tips on firework photography. Cross your fingers for me and please pray to St. Anthony.
Friday, July 02, 2010
I finished week 4 of the Couch to 5K running program this morning. C25K is a running program that helps you increase your running stamina as slowly as you can. I’m trying to be nicer to my body this summer. I’m exercising my body and giving my body healthy foods. (Right now I’m eating fresh pineapple).
I keep watching this crazy Bethenny's Getting Married TV show. Right now I’m watching her first meeting with a therapist. The therapist seems pretty smart and helpful. Bethenny is having fears about her relationship because she had a crazy upbringing. I hope the therapist can help and that Bethenny can have a good happy life.
The BP oil spill is making me so depressed. I wonder if it will ever be over. When I think about our poor planet I wonder when life here will end and if it will be a sudden armageddon kind of ending or a long cruel painful slow agonizing end for all of us. And I wonder if it will happen sooner, rather than later.
Bloomington is where we live and I’ve lived in other Btowns as well:
Age 0 Boston, MA
Age 4 Miami, FL
Age 14 Sunnyvale, CA
Age 18 Berkeley, Ca
Age 21 San Francisco, CA
Age 23 Brooklyn, NY
Age 25 San Francisco again
Age 28 Bloomington.
In my heart of hearts, I feel I belong in an urban home, but this is where we live and it’s a pleasant place with phenomenal phriends and I’ve no intention of moving away anytime soon.
Thursday, July 01, 2010
Amy Krouse Rosenthal wrote the book that inspired this blogging challenge, so I think it’s fair to give her a shout out. I’m now signed up for her blog missions, and I'm excited about that. Good Pal Menosky is also responsible for our challenge since she gave me the book in the first place, probably knowing that it would lead to something.
One of my all time favorite sections of Amy’s book is the entry called Change. She left spare change on the ground with a note, every week for a year. And she got some mail from people telling her what they did with the change. What a neat way to connect with people. On Twitter, she invited librarians at the ALA conference to meet up with her to jump on her hotel room bed. Stuff like that is fun and funky.
Maybe I’ll do something of this ilk some day.
Okay, here goes.
If you comment on this A blog entry with your own A entry, I’ll send you a cool post card of this cool town. You have to give me your address tho. So just email it to me if you don’t wanna leave it on the blog. firstname.lastname@example.org
p.s. I'll also send post cards to the july blogging challenge bloggers because I'm excited we're doing this together.