I was scouring the net for writing exercises for my class tomorrow night, and found this exercise:
Write about a startling confession from a Home Economics teacher.
Any startling confessions you can think of?

why is it that every time I get [thisclose] to leaving my job, a girl comes in and reminds me of why I do the job I do? it’s like the universe is telling me, nope, you can’t leave, look at what you do for these girls. look at how they need you.
this morning — I was rushing, angry, frustrated, upset — bordering on the first anxiety attack in months. everywhere I turned, I was being slowed down… at the gas station, at the stop lights, at the man moseying across the street with his dog, at the accident on the highway. consciously, I was aware that it was probably some greater sign showing me that I need to slow down a bit — rushing was only making matters worse. but on that same conscious level, I was too agitated and riled up to do anything about it.
I’ve been like this since I snapped a staff meeting on Monday. I was so pissy when I left, I called the bank about some stuff… and when they couldn’t do anything on the phone, I marched down to the branch and dealt with it in person. It wasn’t pretty.
I hate when I get like this — my uber-bitch mode. hopefully some time at the gym tonight will work it out of my system. (but erika, you can’t bench press your weight! oh no? watch me! grrrr! take that, mean driver that cut me off! take that, nasty person who cut in front of me at the gas station!)

aletia’s being crabby again, so if you couldn’t see the site this morning, that’s why.
I realized the design looked horrible in 800×600, so I made a few little changes. I’ll fix it up real good later on tonight, I hope.
lorissa is trying to help an older dog that was recently dumped at a shelter by her for being “too old.” I hate people. Go support lorissa in sponsoring Ginger. Every little bit will help.
I’m one of those people who HATES being at a shelter (or a pet store, for similar & different reasons). I feel so incredibly guilty that I can’t give each of those animals a beautiful, loving home. I hate what people have done to them. I hate that they’re lonely, when they deserve to be played with and loved. So I used to volunteer for the Humane Society — all I had to do was go once or twice (or more!) times a week, and walk the animals, pet them, brush them or just play with them. It made a huge difference for me, because I knew they were getting some sort of attention and love. I haven’t done it since I moved out here — but maybe I should.
Anyway, go give Ginger some love. And send evil karma to the people who dumped her at the shelter.

I just found a freckle. And when I look closely, I can see bunches more.
I never had freckles. I always wanted freckles.
My hair is getting wavy, too. All my life, I had straight, straight hair. And like everyone else, I always wanted the opposite of what I had. And now, I have this one wave at the top of my head that I play with while I’m driving.
Maybe, just maybe, one day my whole head will be waves.
And my face will all be freckled.
Does one just slowly grow into loving their bodies, their waves and curves and bumps and bruises — those things that make us completely who we are, for better and best?

so I get home last night, and there’s two teens tacking up a sign to the lightpost outside our house. it read something like this:

5 foot python loose on [our] street.
keep all your pets inside!
reward for dead snake!

it was gone this morning, before I could snap a picture of it. our landlords said the owners had the snake out sunning, turned their backs for a bit & he was gone. from what little we know, it hasn’t yet been found.
ahh, the dumbfounding stupidity of some people.

turn your speakers up and go check out the episodes of annie and the naughty bird. a MUST for any cat owner or lover! and go see the rest of ze frank. good pee-in-your-pants stuff. (for alisa, cause I know she’s going to be up until 4am clicking on fun things. link from tracee)

the vietnamese restaurant down the street always serves this really yummy iced jasmine tea while you’re waiting for your food. so when I ordered my spring rolls today, I asked for a bit of the tea to go, as well.
“No jasmine,” he told me. “We only have listhen.” (I swear, that’s what it sounded like he said.)
I figured, what the hell — I’m trying to broaden my horizons, try new things. How bad could this listhen tea be?
So I pick up my fresh rolls and asked the guy behind the counter what kind of tea it was. Again, he told me, “Listhen.” Now I was thoroughly confused — there was nothing like “Listhen” on the menu. He repeated it again for me, a little more slowly this time:
“Lip-ton.”
Duh. Talk about feeling stupid.

aortal link: land, sea, sky
max and I have been friends for well over five years now. when we’re five hundred miles apart, we’re the best of friends. but when we’re in the same town, look out…

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this year’s falcon ridge family: (l-r) susan, jessie, susie, jay, :su:, marc, me and jay. (yes, we were *three* sus and *two* jays!)
other pictures are up — you can see them here (in a slide-show-type format) or here (in a “click on the one you want to see” format) — each complete with some sort of commentary. and this is just a sampling — I must have taken 200 pictures! hopefully, I’ll get some others up soon… su’s also got one really important one that I forgot to post — the daisy girlie flipflops!

… include feeling a real toilet under your bum, and hearing the flush of the cool water. three days of sharing porta-potties with 10,000 people is just three days too many.
falcon ridge rocked. the music was incredible, the company wonderful, and the relaxation much needed. I’ll post more about it — including lots of pictures — tonight … but for now, my dirty self is going to bask in a nice warm shooshie.