my pink life, mi vida rosada

I made some great decisions today. I also made some not-so-great decisions today. I decided to move the desks around in my classroom. Good decision. I got frustrated with my kids for talking instead of listening to directions. Not-so-great. I decided to go home "early" from school. Good decision. I decided not to worry about what I'm teaching in math tomorrow, and so have very few plans. Not-so-clever. I decided to skip car-rider duty since I had no planning time today, recess duty, and zero breaks from my students. Fantastic. I used that time to check facebook. Dumb. I decided to go to Bible study tonight. Excellent. I decided to go for a run today, but have zero motivation. Not-so-great. I decided to go to the beach the weekend after labor day with sweet hubby, just the two of us. Super-super-excited. I decided we won't be acting as leaders for the university church we are leaders at on their retreat that same weekend. Feeling ...

Este fin de semana ya no ha sido lo que yo esperaba, pero a la vez, ha sido más de lo que esperaba. Yo pensé que dos buenas amigas iban a venir a visitar, que ibamos a celebrar el futuro casamiento de una, quedarnos despiertas hasta tarde, ver películas, reírnos, y todo. Pero poco a poco, los planes de este fin de semana se fueron cambiando. Recibí un correo el miercoles en la mañana diciendo que la tienda de la familia de una de las niñas se había destruido por fuego, y que necesitaba estar con su familia ahora. Claro que si, son una familia bien apegada y en el momento de perder todo, es importante estar juntos. Con la llegada de Irene, la otra amiga no puede volar, asi que no vendrá tampoco. Mis planes cambiaron. En vez de estar en el auto 4 horas ayer, buscando a la amiga del aeropuerto, cancelé la cena con Roommate y salí con esposito lindo. Fuimos a un restauran nuevo, operado por algunos de sus amigos (esposito lindo hizo algunas instalaciones técnicas para ...

older.... I am older. I can tell it in the needed recovery time from running or yoga. I can tell it when I get up at the first alarm chime in the morning, at 5:30, and wehn I'm ready for bed at 9:30 at night. I can tell it when I think that kids and teenagers and college students are crazy for the choices they make. But sometimes I can't tell it. I can't tell when I am supposed to cross the line and stop taking crazy vacations with too few plans. I can't tell when I'm supposed to have the rhythm of always getting the dishwasher unloaded the same day it was run will fall into place. I can't tell when things like the paperwork for refinancing a mortgage won't totally blow me away with their level of complexity and my own level of not understanding. Someday, I keep thinking, I will know that I am older. And I will act like it. But so far, I can't seem to forget how young I still feel, how inexperienced, how naive, how stubbo...

still without consistent hot water at home. Sweet hubby has been making arrangements to have our water heater replaced, and it might be tomorrow. exhausted -- I forgot how much energy teaching takes each day. not quite back into a good routine -- I'm still going to bed too late, getting up too early. annoyed with chatty chatty kids -- but happy they are not the behavioral problems I had to handle last year. happy that my grad student friends are finally all back from their summer adventures (me too!). watching a Glee marathon -- how did I miss this before? debating going to Bible study tonight. I'll probably go for a little while, but not the whole time. excited that the house is clean. wishing the refrigerator would fill itself with healthy, easy to pack lunch foods. I think I'll have to go to the store later. Or tomorrow. sooooooo glad to have sweet hubby home.

And I like my students already! This looks like it will be a very different year from last year, in the best possible way!

so glad that the presentation at school seemed to go well today, and that I didn't fall and bust it in my new blue suede shoes on the slippery tile floor. relieved to have parent-and-student orientation over with. sweaty and gross after a run, yet exceedingly proud of myself for running (jogging!) 35 minutes instead of just 30 today. looking forward to supper with roommate tomorrow, and hopeful that I can talk her out of the meeting she has after supper. thankful, thankful, thankful that my parents have agreed to let me drop by their house at 5am for the rest of this week for a quick shower before school, even though they have houseguests coming in. anxious about the results of my almost 95 year old grandma's eye surgery this afternoon and whether she has found/will find a good attitude for recovery. sad that sweet hubby is still in California because I miss his face. glad to have one more day without students to get ready for the school year....

One day up, the next day down. What a roller coaster. If it wasn't for real, I'd think I was making it up. My first day back at school (without students) was Wednesday. Wednesday is the day my water heater decided not to heat the water any more. Wednesday is also the day roommate arrived to spend some time at my house before she moves into her new house tomorrow. Did you catch that? The amazing combination of three factors that make my life somehow so much more complicated that it needs to be? I can handle returning to school just fine. On its own. I can handle a couple of days of cold showers. On their own. I love having roommate stay at my house, but am less productive with her around. Thursday morning, I was selected to be part of a small group presenting about the trip we took to Maine in May. And I spent almost all day at school, on Thursday, preparing for the presentation, rather than preparing for the upcoming school year. Since I was at school...

When traveling, the best thing to take pictures of is the people. The hardest thing to take pictures of? Also, the people. My travel buddies and I took a lot of self portraits. These are the better ones. Yes, even the funny ones....They are the better ones. It would be helpful to have longer arms. But my arms are short. That puts me very close in the view finder. Short arms lead to fun memories, though, of taking silly self portraits. And I definitely have lots of fun and funny memories.

sitting next to the sweetest kitty, who wakes me up super early in the morning by purring in my ear. updating my calendar for the beginning of the school year, beginning of MSN, weddings, and life in general. feeling overwhelmed at the amount of conflicts I already have on my calendar for the rest of August. missing sweet hubby, who left for music camp today, after only seeing him 2.5 days, and all of it jet lagged. feeling like it is super late, even though it is only 9:24, and thinking that I should be over this jet lag business by now. wishing that there was a castle I could see from any point of my run. scared to run in the 100 degree heat, so quickly getting out of shape as I eat cheesecake for supper. excited to go shopping with my mama and sister tomorrow, and hopeful that I'll find some black shirts appropriate for school, since I shrunk my last one in the dryer yesterday by accident. happy that roommate is coming to stay with me for a few days while she moved into her new ...