Some days are okay. On others I almost want to go back, because even when my soul was dying, we had fun. Maybe that's the great temptation.

I'll work on fashioning something new. I tried before and life happened. I'll try again. I guess that's all I can do.

I went to the dentist yesterday. It had been a little over two years since the last time I'd gone. The dentist recommended a night guard, because my dream-chomping has apparently started to damage my teeth. I bought one and am so far satisfied with it ( Read more... )

With a great webpage, a screwdriver, and a whittled-down matchstick (minus the sulfur head, of course) I have fixed the horrible whining noise our TV started making. Maybe I'll use some hot glue or duct tape to seal the deal. Boo-yah.

 Early Tuesday morning (or late Monday night) someone broke into our car. They destroyed one of the little triangle windows on the back passenger-side door.  We inspected the car, but they didn't seem to have taken anything.  My wonderful spouse had taken care of most everything before it was time for me to drive to work, and we got the window ( Read more... )

 Owl City is made of happiness.  Seriously, if you like pop or techno at all, go listen.

I am sitting home in my jammies.  I am getting paid.   Admittedly, I'm also planning my little tushie off, but still.

Jammies.  Tea.  Paid.

Aw yeah. 

Anyone want to go see Up in 3D tomorrow? If I don't get takers from this list I may be forced to hit up my Weight Watcher's meeting.

Obama might be a bit non-commital about marriage, but look!

It'll probably still be a while before they're teaching about us in K-12, but hey, I didn't expect we'd even get this. For the moment, it makes me feel like a recognized and legitimate member of society, and it seems like someday that feeling will last longer.

It was the future.  At least a decade into it, maybe more.  We lived in a huge, rambling, old, beautiful house.  Practically all the walls--every room that wasn't unfriendly to paper, most hallways--were lined with books.  We had two brilliant, beautiful children (okay so the boy looked like Harry Potter; what do you want from me?), all kinds of ( Read more... )

Today I had about eight students who needed Google Earth to find England.

England!

And they weren't embarassed!  They didn't care!  I don't want them to be cave men.  Why do they want to be?

When the ignorant masses plunge us all into a dark age, don't come crying to me.