It's a busy week, my friends. You don't want to hear it, I know. Just wait until next week where I don't have ANYWHERE to be in the mornings and I laze about in my robe, drinking five cups of coffee in a row and driving myself crazy. June is going to be a really crazy month - two conferences, one house-sitting gig, BellaBelly will be home (and at one conference with me, as well as Rookie Mama and the Green Bean Kid I hope YEAH), I'm thinking about painting the living room.
Yes. It will be real fun.
Other random things that wouldn't make a coherent post:
I cried far too much over Katie Couric leaving the Today show, torn between my annoyance and dependence on Katie. She can drive me crazy but I respect her and her taste in shoes. I'll miss her a little bit, will probably try tuning into CBS for her, and am looking forward to Meredith Viera as I think she's smart and I just plain like her.
It didn't help that all the clips seemed to be of traumatic world events, thank you very much. We'll just blame it on that, okay?
Husband received a video iPod over the weekend as a goodbye/thank you gift from the youth group. Needless to say, we're both a little in love with it and can't imagine our lives before it. (Yet it is totally HIS and not mine. That means, no Tori Amos. But there is plenty of Patty Griffin and Over the Rhine.) The same goes for the youth group. He will no longer lead them in worship every Sunday morning and night, and it's the end of a era. Those kids love him, and he loved all of them. It's been a huge decision for him as it's a loss of his identity - who is he, if he's not being goofy and playing guitar and having endless excuses to play ping pong? It turns out he's a guy who needs to finish school, work as much as possible, and he has a wife (and family) who like to see his face every now and again. We both can't imagine weekends free, with time for cleaning house, maybe golf with his dad, or just time to jump in the car for a weekend jaunt. It boggles the mind, all this - freedom.
Speaking of music (sort of) I feel morally compelled to buy the Dixie Chicks' latest CD. Does anyone else feel as such? I love these women for expressing their minds, for hiring Rick Rubin, for sticking it to "The Man". Plus, they make some damn fine music. I understand some people just really can't get over the whole remark in London issue (also, they're milking it for all it's worth - I do get that). Underneath it all I can't help but feel it's definitely a misogynist issue, as no one bans Bruce Springsteen or Neil Young from the airwaves or crunches their CDs. God forbid a woman speak her mind.
As I told a dear friend the other day - it really sucks to grow up, doesn't it? She's going through the whole post college world tilt, where "real life" bridles up all brash and frightening and demanding the rent check. My brother is now going through this too and all I can do is pat them on the back, listen, then offer the services of my washer and dryer. Also, food. Maybe a little liquor. Whatever it takes.
Also - good news on the GED front. Last month I had two students take the test - one took the whole thing, the other partial - and the results are in, they both did fabulously. I am so proud and happy for them while also holding others' feet to the fire before we break for one long hot summer.
And speaking of the GED class - there's a very cool girl? woman? anyway someone about my age maybe a little younger? who works in the same building and I have a friendcrush on her. She's gorgeous, and very sweet, and I get that feeling of oh we could be friends. I don't even know how to make new friends anymore as I am out of practice. I know all my friends already. Today she told me she really liked my pants and I am inordinately thrilled to death. Especially as she was really just being nice and maybe just maybe she wants to be my friend too?
That's really all for now. I get a little twitchy if I don't post here, like a persistent mosquito bite on my ankle. Wait, I do have a persistent mosquito bite on my ankle...