Football Season?

I'm not ready. It is too hot here. It doesn't feel like Chili weather. It doesn't feel like the leaves will ever change. It just isn't time for football.

The last six years have had very specific traditions linked up to football season. It was consistent. It was routine. It was comfortable.

I think the theme for my 29th year is going to be "Letting Go." Letting go of the need to have plans always set. Letting go of the need to map out the week a week in advance. Just allowing myself to unravel a little so that it doesn't always seem so tense if there isn't a PLAN!

And the world will not end if I do not see every play of the game on Saturday. I should not schedule work around the start of the game. (meanwhile inside I am thinking...I don't want to work on Saturdays! That is just going to be torture! Maybe I'll call my boss NOW and let her know I am changing my mind. Now I want to work FRIDAYS!) I am going to start the whole "letting go" thing after I figure out my work schedule. gotta go!

You are a cute little virus, yes you are!

Why the baby talk? Because I had the delight of watching the first baby gifts in my family be received by my sister yesterday. And I have one question to ask the world.

Why do only BABIES get the super-soft blankets? At what point did they decide to deny adults the comfort?

Okay, I have a second question.

Who can STOP buying baby clothes once they start?? Not I! Oh, Sister, you are wondering why there was only ONE outfit included in your gift from me?? Just you wait! (It was the cutest outfit with "Give Peas A Chance" written across the front.)

Now to the subject most important right now...my computer has a virus. And it is a tricky little virus. Almost worthy of BEING a virus it is so tricky.

When I went to download free software to remove the virus, the pop-ups came up so fast and furious that I couldn't do anything except scramble to stop the internet connection. And even that didn't stop them! And CTRL ALT DEL to stop processes, yea, that apparently has been disabled too. Could this be an excellent excuse to get a new laptop? You know, the PINK or LIME colored Dells??

Superstar!

I wish I could post a picture of my Mary Catherine Gallagher inspired cheerleading move, which I revived for our staff meeting today.

I successfully performed this move while announcing to all 85 of us that "My divorce is final Tuesday." **superstar move** Thankfully there was laughter and not looks of horror. It is my intention to make this information public and light-hearted before the name change goes into effect and people are too concerned about upsetting me to ask what's up. Because truthfully, I am fine! And it is a positive move for my life. And He and I BOTH agree it is necessary. And caused by both of our poor decisions. Now WHOSE decisions came first are no longer worth arguing about. NO LONGER WORTH ARGUING ABOUT, I SAY!!

Now Achilles wants more posts. Of course he does! He also does not know that tomorrow is the first day of school. That I am going to be working and not worrying about the Walrus noises from the neighborhood or the state of my lawn. But working also gets me all, well, worked up, so I am sure more posts will be inspired by the cherubs that I get the pleasure of performing for every day.

Stay tuned, year 8 of teaching begins manana.

Dream Revisited

I think we all have dreams that occur more than once. That thought that creeps in at the oddest of times, or maybe it comes when you are in the same mood, or maybe when you've eaten something odd.

One of my dreams involves a beach and gigantic waves. Waves that are impending doom. Waves that are going to crash on top of me and probably leave me tumbling underwater for minutes. I take deep breaths. I try to hold onto something stable. And these dreams have been around since college. So well before tsunamis and that whole business.

Last night I dreamt I was in Australia (should I leave out that the Australia detail probably comes from watching ONE episode of the new Real World TWO days ago??), watching these beautiful huge waves just rise and fall, with minimal concern of them landing over me. I could see the sun reflecting and almost create lightening type brilliance off of the blue water. Like flash bulbs going off. I was sitting outside of a beach house (this detail perhaps come from the book I was reading before bed The Memory Keeper's Daughter), and the water kept creeping up to my feet, as the tide was coming in. Alongside me are my parents. And perhaps there was an owner of the house, because Lord knows we don't summer in Sydney. One of those nightmare waves was suddenly on the horizon. I go to take a deep breath, and my mom just calmly gets up and goes in the house, and we all follow. And poof the fear was over. Thanks Mom!!

I think when I am feeling overwhelmed this dream comes along. Last night I was in a car accident. It was not my fault. And now I just have to hope all the reimbursements come from the other guy's insurance company and my car gets fixed and it is all good. I am worried my car and its damage will make it not quite the same.

Funny note: I think my subconscious gave my mom a reprieve by having her be the hero in my dream. When I called my parents to see if they could come to the scene and assist, my mom is like, "Uh, yea. Let me give the phone to your dad. I was going to go workout." I giggled...thanks mom!!

It is Official

Last night at approximately 2300 hrs, the cells, embedded in the railing of my deck, were demolished with chemical weapons. Under the cover of darness, and hoping to limit any casualties or flesh wounds, the nests were overcome with a precise spray, promising to kill on contact. It was a quick and unexpected attack, with no allied or civilian casualties.

Translation: The Bees are DEAD.