march 30th is . . .

today is his birthday (#39)/11th anniversary of our marriage. how do i feel about it i just don't know. disappointed and relieved that i at least know what the future holds for me, to some degree, i suppose. i have felt so unsure of our relationship, and like i was giving changing growing the best i could without getting what i need back.
so, at least i don't have that knot in my stomach this time. happy fucking birthday

Yes, it is gay. And I like it.

Far-away, close-to-my-heart friend Misty blogged about it, and apparently had negative feedback. Bah! I heart Earth Hour. I shut everything off, gave the dog an extra treat, and went to bed with the kiddos at 8:30.

Woke up to accumulation of snow on the ground this a.m. and decided against the trek to church. speaking of treks, gotta figure out my trip to madcity. and pack up the boises for a week with their dad. strange times.

JCMAG

JustCallMeAcronymGirl. Apparently I use acronyms and abbreviations too frequently. It is not as if I am trying to talk less--I actually fill that space with more nonsense than I would have were I to speak in regular words.

My car is a P.O.S.
Do you need an I.E.P. meeting? Is that part of your I.E.P.?
Let me drop you off at the eL. (that one's fine, i think.)
I went to UW (to the non-midwesterner, this could mean WI, WA, Warsaw, WY).
I am certified to teach canine (K-9: kindergarten through ninth grade). woof.
CYA/CMA--involves covering of one's or another's arse.

So, FYI (for your information), if you see the phrase STBX, it means "soon to be ex" however I intend to not vent too much about him online or "IRL" as not too much good comes from it. Best bet is a good friend on the other end of the phone, hearing the latest and telling me what a total jackass he is.

Have a lovely, rainy rainy night. My tulips might just make it this season!

change o'planz

I don't think I can make it down to the sunshine like I wanted to. Cuzza money, cuzza lack o'companion, cuzza time squeeze. We have decided to have a fantabulous weekend in The People's Republic of Madison, instead.

Here are some priorities for Spring Break 2009
1/ Swim in a pleasant pool
2/ Relax in a hot tub
3/ Get UV rays by any means necessary
4/ Get drunk with Ollie and drive everyone in our immediate area nuts
5/ Karaoke
6/ Send postcards to readers (send your addy to katjoiri at gmail)
7/ Be gone from the Hurst on March 30
8/ Visit 2 different UU congregations
9/ Write lyrics/poem for 3 pieces, and music for 2 at a minimum
10/Be a daily winner on Dee's art blog
11/Practice mindfulness and yoga daily (thirty minute minimum)
12/Walk 3 miles per day (minimum) (then the hottub, tanning and pool are okay, right?)

time time time

all the time

i feel like i just don't know what else i ought to be doing

i have these priorities in mind, but even the act of eating is so lonesome

i have fun plans ahead, but i don't know how to get to the future--i am just so IN it.

entrenched in time, that i don't want right now but will be glad to be done with.

seriously, how are YOU?

daniel johnston comes to mind

it must have been
it must have been
it must have been a happy time

time

time

time

writing a letter, thinking of the future, trying like heck to be in the present, reconciling the past

truly

I am like whoa.

This man blew me away when he spoke at UTUUC last year--then he officiated the wedding of some friends in September and I know they didn't get where he was coming from. This is just what I have been thinking about and I am so happy to have the words now.

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Aren't you tired?

I am truly worn out. And I don't have any negative feelings attached to this tiredness. Mentally, physically, emotionally fatigued. Growing up is serious business.

"Is tomorrow a Big Day?"

My mother often told me, "Tomorrow is a Big Day" when I really needed to get my rest. It usually made it even more difficult to get to sleep on those nights. Perhaps we were going to the amusement park, attending multiple parties, taking an important test and so on . .. she must have said it a lot to my little guy, too. A three-year-old Baby Bear asked me that question one night as I snuggled him to sleep. I was floored.

Tomorrow is a Big Day. I am going to work for the morning shift, and administering Linguistically Modified State Tests to my students. Also figuring out what-the-heck-to-do while the rest of the school takes many more tests than they are required to do (ELLs do Math only, no Reading, Writing or Science). I think we'll look at this National Geographic about animal cognition, and possible metacognition that I've been saving for a lull.