- I find myself sort of enamoured by sea glass. I know you can’t find it naturally much around here except for maybe in the Fernandina beach/Amelia Island area near Jacksonville. I looked up how much it sells for on ebay and am amazed at how much people want for that! I guess if it took you a while to find it yourself then labor makes up part of the cost.
- I also keep browsing handmade signs on etsy that are beach-like in nature. Things that pronounce Beach house rules, as if I have one of those! I have this dream that my parents will have money soon and we’ll save up and all of us will rent one at St. George for a week. And we’ll spend all day in the sun and we’ll have fires and pinics and when the kids are asleep, the adults will sit outside at night, sipping beer and watching the stars, listening to waves lap the shore. And in the morning, the first thing we’ll do is wander down to the water… because we can. I’d say this is either #1 or 2 on my current bucket list.
- I’m feeling pretty burned out so I guess that’s where this desire to escape to the beach or into some kind of craft is coming from. I don’t want to grade papers, I don’t want to talk to grad students, I don’t want to have to think!
- I need a change. I need new scenery. I need new challenges. If you know me at all, you’d wonder where the real me went because normally, I thrive on stability and reliability. I expect things to stay status quo at almost all times. Not to say I can’t be spontaneous but I like things to be content. Something is changing in me.
- Maybe this is a good thing. I feel like I can envision this precipice upon which I stand and look out onto a shift in my life.
- I’m going to an essential oils party tonight. You know, like a Tupperware or Passion party. I usually go to those things with the intention NOT to buy anything. But I may actually try some for my back pain. I guess it can’t hurt and I know a lot of people who support that homeopathic remedy solution. Anything to alleviate this pain; anything.
- I don’t know why I do it but I’ve been torturing myself by looking at the aforementioned vacation rentals. So cute! So close to the water! I can just image being away from it all! There’s this feeling of longing that is just so foreign. It’s rare that I want something as much as I want to take a weekend and just unplug.
Between 8 AM and 2 PM yesterday, I had irregular but more painful contractions. I went home around noon and laid down, because that felt a lot better, even though I was still having them. I didn’t figure I’d be going to the hospital any time soon; this was exactly what happened with Isaac. So this time, I’m taking it with stride and knowing that my body is simply preparing for the real deal. I felt alright last night but really cold, for some reason, and just achy and tired. I fell asleep on the couch watching Casino Royale but then woke to catch Inkmaster.
This morning, I felt nauseous, which is apparently pretty common around now. No contractions yet today though. We’ll see how it goes. We wait.
I am awaiting a coupon I supposedly get from Babies R Us right around now so I can get things that I didn’t get from my registry. Waiting so we can save money on the carseat; I figure we’d better order that soon! I do feel like shopping; I wonder if it’s part of that nesting thing. Yesterday, even though I was in pain, I put the new bumper in the crib (ok, it’s a mesh liner, but still). I appeased my desire to shop by taking Elliot to get new shoes after dinner. He needed a distraction anyway; the holdover from Monday’s full moon was affecting he kids. They weren’t bad, but they were definitely out of sorts and just… weird.
I was really surprised how tired I felt after having those contractions all morning. I laid down and just felt worn. This does not bode well for those first few weeks when I have to adjust to waking up every couple hours. I do that now but I pee and go back to sleep, not walk to the nursery, feed a baby, then lay back down. Sigh. You’d think this wouldn’t worry me, seeing as how I have done it twice before.
Anyway, that’s what I’ve been thinking about. I’m in limbo and waiting, just waiting. And will keep you posted.
Jury duty is… interesting. Obviously it would not be in anyone’s best interest for me to discuss the case but I will mention some of the things I found to be most striking. Firstly, on selection day, I found I had a very different experience being called for the AM selection as opposed to last time when my reporting time was 12:45 PM. Employees seemed a lot more polite and less disgruntled than last time. The judge who came into our waiting room to explain some of the statutory exemptions was very down to earth and kind, considering, as he pointed out, no one really wants to be called to jury duty.
I was the very first potential juror to be called out of the waiting room and therefore, also the first to enter the courtroom and be questioned. This meant I had to stand the longest because the judge elaborated on each question in between. I was the first juror chosen out of the potentials to be on the jury. I find this all very interesting because when asked how I’d handle a student who was lying about say, the lateness of a paper, I totally said I would judge him/her based on past offenses. I was reminded by the judge that in the courtroom, that would not be a factor.
And yet, I was chosen. To be honest, the seven of us picked were all upstanding folks who had no beef with anyone. They did not choose the woman whose now-deceased husband had been a drunk and an abuser. (The victim in our case had prior domestic abuse charges.) They did not pick the older man retired from the DOD. (He had specific beliefs about handguns and the two men in our case had been charged with aggravated battery with a deadly firearm.) And of course, they didn’t pick the sociologist whose specialty was in deviant behaviour or the unemployed man who had three relatives on Death Row.
We were the best of the bunch.
I reported on Tuesday and spent from 8:30 until almost 5 listening to witnesses and experts and the victim himself. I must admit that when he got a little choked up, so did I. But I had to remind myself that I could not let emotion decide the law.
Today, once we heard closing statements and were released to deliberate, I was nominated the foreperson. First again! I did take the reigns on things once in our little juror room. We had relatively little argument. We easily figured out the conviction of 2/3 of the charged and though we did waver on the third, got all verdicts decided in two hours. That includes calling everyone back so we could hear a recorded phone call again and lunch that they provided.
One thing that happened that none of us expected was when we were released to deliberate, they kept one girl. She looked scared to death when they told her to stay behind but it turns out she was just the alternate.
When we got back into the courtroom, I answered the judge’s questions to the jury and then after the verdicts were read, we were all escorted out of the courthouse and almost all the way to our cars.
I have to say, it was a very interesting experience. I found it very cool to see how they run the little operations behind the scenes of a trial and all the specific rules they have. It felt very intimidating though, especially when we messed something up and the bailiff had to correct us. I know a lot of people dread jury duty – I was one of them – but I wouldn’t be opposed to doing it again.
I hated being out of touch with my normal daily life. I missed sitting down to my desk and blogging but this was an eye-opening experience and I am really glad I got to partake in it.
I found this site called The Simple Woman’s Daybook and since I’m pretty simple – heh heh – thought I’d give it a go.
Outside my window… It is dark and dreary. It’s not raining but it was, so the streets are slick and everything looks sad.
I am thinking… about lunch.
My friend and I are heading to the Cravings Truck for lunch, even if it is raining. Their chicken and waffles are to die for! Actually, we’re going to get subs instead since the weather is crap.
I am thankful… that this cold seems to be going away. I feel a lot better today than I did yesterday, when my head ached and I was on and off hot and cold and just worn down.
In the kitchen… I have no food. We learned how to eat out of our cupboard this week… and it wasn’t all that bad! Though, it is time to restock.
I am wearing… jeans that are now too big in the waist since I have been running and a 3/4 length purplish plaid cowboy type button down shirt.
I am creating… The Spring schedule of freshmen English courses.
I am going… semi-insane from not having a whole lot to do at work. I mean, I have the above but it isn’t taking up all my time. It’s week four of the semester and everyone’s just chillin’, not having any problems for which they’d need me.
I am wondering… what it would be like to live in a world where zombies really existed. What if they were present like birds and just stumbled around your house? (I’m talking the slow stupid kind. Ones you could easily kill.)
I am reading… Rock Hard by Olivia Cunning.
I am hoping… for some inspiration soon.
I am looking forward to… being done with my nine mile run on Saturday.
I am hearing… the low hum of voices down the hallway.
Around the house… things are kind of messy. Our baby gate that kept the dogs out of the back end of the house broke so we’re in flux right now.
I am pondering… what four year olds must be going through. Elliot seems like a hot emotional mess half the time.
One of my favorite things… about the fall/winter is my interest in tea. Seems as soon as it get cooler, I crave hot tea.
A few plans for the rest of the week: Friday Ash and I will eat and see a movie and do some grocery shopping. Saturday I run and have girl’s night. Sunday, Ash runs then it’s football all day.
Here is picture for thought I am sharing…
I’m ready for Autumn leaves and pumpkins on the porch!
Yeah, you’re welcome!
I’m going to throw bullets at you today because I have to teach class and then I’m off for the afternoon; date day! It’s also Homecoming so I want to leave the parking lot before I’m trapped in due to the festivities.
- I finally started to get into Andrew Bird. For years I followed blogs of people who really dig him and I just didn’t “get” it. I could use some suggestions though as to the really good stuff.
- There’s a lot of porn on tumblr. Who knew?
- Go fight against your government today; it’s the 5th of November. Or at least don your best Guy Fawkes outfit.
- I’ve been really into octopi lately. The design of them. There’s a lot of really awesome imagery out there.
- I watched a hawk circling yesterday and felt sort of small in this universe. I sometimes think that when you see a wild animal acting as it does, you get the sense that they rule this planet, not us.
- The weather has finally changed here and it was 44 this morning. I kind of look forward to early morning running in the cold. The physical exertion evident in the puff of visible hot air, the cool on the outside, hot on the inside sensation as my legs carry me farther, faster, towards my new goals.
- And now, some cute ass pictures to recover from yesterday’s post:
- I had two dreams last night: in one, I was totally getting it on with Jake Gyllenhall but it was for some kind of report. Like, I had to critique his style and performance so he could prove himself in Hollywood; like his career was waning and this would revive it. In the second one, I got a book published and my people had said I could go ahead and call the model I wanted to be on the cover. Ha ha. Like THAT will ever happen!
- I’m back to getting hot lattes and OMG, they’re so good. I am in a totally committed relationship with coffee.
- Someone in my department – someone I talk to almost daily – was arrested yesterday on charges of child pornography. I’m not talking barely legal girls… I’m talking kids and infants. Dude, I have pictures of my kids on my door. I am so weirded out by the fact that he and I talked about normal things like marathons and teaching stuff. ::shudder::
- I ran on the elliptical last night with little to no knee pain, which made my heart soar!
- My life feels overloaded lately and I need to find new ways to decompress.
- My students got to choose the song that they wrote their freewrite to in class and they picked a Taylor Swift song. The video was all about her, a princess, finding her prince. And though I didn’t know the song, I recognized the guy who played the prince as underwear model Justin Gaston. The fact that I recognized him because of his modeling sort of irked me in light of the earlier mentioned scandal. But I’m not creepy. And he’s well over the age of consent at 20 years old.
- Forgot my lunch today so now I have to go acquire food and i hate that driving around town looking for what I have a taste for. I’m so indecisive.
- The deadline for that fiction contest I mentioned is October 9th and I seriously need to get crackin’ on these last few scenes.
- It may be 80 outside but I think Fall is officially here. I heart you so much, Fall.
Stop fucking raining every afternoon. I need to mow my lawn and I have a brief window of time between 5:15 PM and sundown to accomplish this. Thanks much.
Dear lawn dude in front of me in line at Publix,
Nice tribal tats. No, I promise I wasn’t staring. Ok, maybe just a little.
All your breakfast sandwiches (with the exception of the sausage, egg and cheese one) taste like bits of cardboard wrapped inside cardboard, sprinkled with salt and pepper. And Ricky the drive-thru guy? Stop asking me if I want to try said “tasty breakfast sandwiches”. The answer is no.
Dear parents of bully in Elliot’s class,
Love your child more. Be less aggressive. Work on the no biting thing. Stop being a couple of a-holes, which is apparently why your child beats up on mine.
Dear Joss Whedon,
Thank you for Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I have thoroughly enjoyed what of it I have seen. I also think Spike needs a hug.
Dear freshmen who own cars,
Stop driving like maniacs. I have nearly gotten killed a handful of times this week and I don’t need that kind of stress. I have enough with two kids, thank you very much.
Dear piece of trash that fell from the can yesterday,
When I bent over to retrieve you in all your waxy deli glory, I bashed the top of my skull on the underside of my kitchen counter and that fucking hurt. I blame you, little transparent sheet of paper who couldn’t stay put. Thanks for the headache.
Dear authors S. Kenyon, J.R. Ward, and J. Frost,
Thank you for creating such wondrous works of fiction, some trashy, some not as much. But all keep me sane in a world where my days are jam-packed with work, teaching, snot-nosed kids, cooking, laundry, cleaning, dogs, and you know, responsibility.
Post a comment if you choose to do this on your blog. I reworked some of the questions to mix it up a bit. You don’t have to be a flickr user to do this meme, of course!
a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
b. Using only the first page, pick an image.
c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker.
The questions that inspired the photos: (I’m not giving the answers!)
1. What is your first name? (I used my blog title name)
2. What is your favorite comfort food?
3. What city do you live in?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite alcoholic drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What do you want most in life?
10. What is your guiltiest pleasure
11. One word to describe you.
12. Your mood right now.
Do you realize that I go back to work in one week? I’m just as shocked as you are, trust me. In some ways, I’m not ready to leave Isaac but I know that the lady he’s staying with takes really good care of her kids. I know she gets them on schedules for feeding and sleeping and they play in this nice sun room. I feel comfortable leaving him there. And as selfish as it sounds, I am totally ready to be back to work and talk to other people and mostly, I know I appreciate my kids a lot more when I have to be away from them… or when they’re sick.
Such was the case last night with poor Elliot. He ate dinner just fine but he was so-so on lunch and breakfast. And he totally turned down cake and ice cream at the birthday party. It was around 11 and I was winding down, counting out how long it would probably be until Isaac woke, when I heard him call for me. Ash and I both walked into Elliot’s room to see him spewing across his bed. And then, as we walked him to the bathroom, all on his new beige carpet. Wee. All in all, we’ve been pretty damn lucky when it comes to our kids and illnesses. At least the vomiting kind. He hasn’t done that much at all. Luckily, he only upchucked once. We got him undressed and cleaned and then set up camp on the couch. Sadly, all that was on TV was Thundarr the Barbarian which, let me tell you, is a truly horrific rip-off of He-Man but the Boy watched with rapt attention, whether he actually liked it or was just that sick… I don’t know. We left him to sleep on the couch and he didn’t get sick any more in the night. Thank God.
He appears back to normal today and daycare hasn’t called. This is a good sign. Nothing jump starts a mom’s heart like the daycare number on caller ID. I felt so bad for him though, last night,. When he was in the bathroom and we’d wrapped him in a towel, he kept apologizing (he totally gets that from me) and telling us he was “yucky”. Poor kid. I just hope whatever he had isn’t going to be on-going or something that we’re going to end up with. Lord knows none of us needs to be getting sick. I’m so exhausted that an illness would render me all but useless.
It’ll be interesting to see how I’ll handle the sleep deprivation and work. I did it before but then, I only had one to worry about. Sigh. Life is so completely crammed these days. Running, laundry, work, baby, Elliot, Ash, endless house and yard work… it’s so FULL. Sometimes I just wish I could get away from it all. Oh, that’s right… tonight when I bathe in my renewed bathroom for the first time; that will be my escape. Calgon, take me away!