"I mean by a picture a beautiful romantic dream of something that never was, never will be - in a light better than any light that ever shone - in a land no one can define or remember, only desire - and from the forms divinely beautiful."
Sir Edward Burne-Jones

And so it is friday...

And so I have once again stayed late at school. This time I was playing around with silk screening. I have a lot to catch up on since I have forgotten how to do it. At least this time I was playing around in my room, organizing things, and enjoying myself. I really do like spending time there, and I thought to myself the other day, if I weren't married, I would be one of those work a holics.

I had to call in sick yesterday. I had been up all night with a bad stomach virus. Of course I got all stressed out about should I wait it out or call in. Back and forth ya know. Since I have to be at work so early, I went ahead and called in. I had just finished bragging to everyone that I never get sick. I even took the number of a highly recomended sub, and told her I probably wouldn't ever need her, but just in case... Could I find her number when I needed it? Of course not. So I got stuck with some old guy who tormented the children with his endless stories of marilyn monroe, and einstien, and how he met them. The kids told me he was a pathological liar. Oh well, at least they were happy to see me back. Funny as that is.

Cool artist blog

http://www.deletetheweb.com/unstuck/

Thought of the day...

Happiness comes in a package of beautiufully coloured sharpie ultra point markers, and pretty pastel file folders.

OY!

I know that I shouldn't do this, because it can always get worse, BUT, I am ready for this quarter to be over with. My fourth hour and seventh hour are a bunch of loons. One kid has not turned in any work. Detentions don't work, ISS doesn't work, NOTHING works. He just sits there. Lump. Fourth hour noone listens to me when I am giving instructions. They all are goofing off, and then they are trying to tear me in all directions for help when they start working. So I have resorted to sending out mass letters of bad behaviour reports, and detentions. Funny. They started paying attention. Fifth hour is fairly decent, when one child is not there, but when that poor soul shows up, the tension in the room is thick. Everyone is waiting for his outburst, and it is stressful as hell. Many kids in that class are Sped. and needy, They can wait for help or help each other though, while this other kid just brings in heavy negativity. He can't help it though. He came in today after being "gone" for a few days, and gave me a big hug. He has his own special seat that he is very happy with. He did very well today. I really feel sorry for him, but he is beyond my capabilities to help him. He needs one on one.

ON the bright side though, I am becoming Mrs. organization. I am ahead of the game and doing well. I am at the point where I love my job again, and look forward to going to work. I may have mentioned that already, but it is still going strong.

A bad grade...

I got twenty three points out of twenty five on my first project. Then I realised that I missed half of the assignment for the next project that was due tonight. I cried my eyes out, but my prof let me print out what I needed during the break so I was able to turn in the whole thing. Then I cried because of relief. The assignment was supposed to be turned in in the beginning of class, and because I didn't understand something, I am sure I will have points taken off.

It has been ten years since I have had less than a perfect score. 10 YEARS and 20 something classes ago. It is like being a recovering addict and falling off the wagon. I feel tired and useless now.

Oh to be this cat.

Some things to look forward to...

Let me see.

Sleep. Long sleepy winter nights in soft, brushed flannel cotton pajammas.
Hot coco
Chilly nights spent out by the fire pit.
Chamomile tea
The lights of the holiday season.
Painting. Bursts of uncontrollable creativity.

There are things that must be let out.

I am climbing up manic hill. No time for sleep in soft, brushed flannel cotton pah-jah-mahs.

Just a few quick thoughts.

Today I have gotten nearly caught up at school.
My heart has been racing.
I am on day one of recouping from my cold. You know it is three days coming, three days staying, and three days leaving.

My goal is to try and get everything finished tomorrow so there will be no worrying over the weekend. I also have a power point presentation due on Tuesday. I want to get that done tomorrow at the latest!

Survivour is on tonight. Have I tired of that show yet? Maybe this season.

Coming soon..

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf's a flower.

Today:

Sunrise:7:16
Sunset:7:52

I am ok with that. Really, I am.

One month...

Actually over a month since I have stopped smoking.

School is getting better, though I desperately need some serious down time.

I have a cold. I hate having colds.

The Hummingbirds seemed to have followed Mik when he went out of town on Tuesday. He came back, but they haven't. I will miss our little psycho bird. The one that kept comming up to the window everytime we opened it or tapped on the glass. The one that would swoop past us and chase all the other birds away.
The trees are tired. The green has given way to that grey green colour. You can tell change is coming.
The days are shorter. I am not sure why, but now I am actually looking forward to fall and winter. I guess because I am finally in some kind of structured routine. This summer was not really a great summer. I was too unstructured, spent too much time on line, and really can't remember anything productive that I did other than painting the kitchen, which looks fabu!

Four years since 911. It seems distant. Though I will never forget where I was when it happened, I am glad that the rawness of it has gone away. Maybe because Katrina has taken its place right now. I don't know.

Of angels and peaches...

I went to the store today to stock up on food since we are down to the barest condiments. Once again I failed to remember to check out other people's carts, but it was so damn crowded that I didn't have the time between dodging carts and displays. WHY oh WHY did they have a gargantuous banana display blocking half an aisle? It wasn't even in the produce department. It was in the potted meat aisle or something ridiculous. I can even see it being in the cereal aisle, but COME ON! Anyway, it is amazing how much better you feel when your house is full of food. They were having great sales on things like frozen veggies, frozen dinners, yogurt, and ribeyes were only 4.99! So I stocked up on some things and food savered them for the freezer. OVer all I spent about 131.00, but I had a TON of stuff.

Peaches. I have bought peaches at Krogers but they are always california peaches. Cali Peaches SUCK. So I have wound up tossing them up our hill into the green space for the wild animals to enjoy. I went to mom's house today and picked up some of the peaches that they have grown. THAT is what a peach should be. They aren't even fully ripe yet, and are still better than the CAli peaches.

Mom and I got to talking about angels. She thinks she saw one. She actually had her in her car and gave her a lift to her home area. Mom explained that she was distorted and using metal crutches to walk. Her legs were very short and deformed and her body was normal like ours, kind of a dwarf. She said she had only a couple of teeth on the top and bottom of her mouth, but she left mom with a peaceful good feeling. I know what she means. I have two people that I believe are angels that I see in some of the oddest places. One is an old lady with black hair in a cleopatra bob style. She is always wearing bright clothes, especially blues, and ALWAYS wearing a blue baret. The other is a man in his 40s or fifties. He also wears bright colours. I never thought of it, but maybe the bright colours are symbolic of the arts. Anyway, nothing miraculous ever happens when I see them or anything, it is just that I am left with a euphoric and peaceful feeling. It is weird in a way that I can't explain. I have only seen the man about 3 times, but I haven't seen him in a long time. The woman I have seen about 5 times, the last time about a year ago.

Even if I don't see them again, it is at least nice to be reminded of them.

We have a new addition...

Snickers. Grey hooded rattie. She is very laid back, friendly, cute as a button. Right now she is lying in her little wooden "house" with her chin resting on the window, watching me. I am sure she and I will become good friends, but right now she is getting used to her new surroundings. again. She has gone from pet store to little girl's house, to a teacher's house (whose husband LOVED her), to a classroom, and now to my house.

I went out tonight with the gang. The first time they have seen my hair since I have gotten it cut and went dark. Everyone seems to like it.

A boy at school blurted out that I was pretty. The thing is, he is a seventh grader, and not a special ed student. As sweet as it was, I felt a little creeped out, and was deeply embarrassed.

My mother's health...

Two months off of chemo, and her spot on her lung has grown some. She claims it isn't too bad, and she feels fine, but that is how she is. She says if you want to pity someone, pity those in NO. Sure I pity them, and I don't pity my mother, but she is close to me, not some random stranger. It isn't pity, it is fear, sadness, worry.

I can't control what is going to happen. I have to keep telling myself that. Enjoy what you have. Be thankful. Use your time wisely with loved ones.
It is so useless to wish for the past.