another weekend gone

Well yet another weekend is gone, didn't get much done except lament over my disaster of a den (junk room) and get the dishes and living room cleaned up. I cleaned up the litterbox room also and washed out all litterboxes. With 5 cats, that was probably the biggest achievement of all!

It's going to be a busy week at work this week. Preparing for a weeklong class that starts next week is the first priority. It's hard work to teach for a solid week like that, but I enjoy the hell out of it when it's over. So there's some anxiety around that, but will be glad to get it started, and then soon thereafter, done. Also have a lot of other projects going on, so will be a busy week for sure. No tests this week for school though, so that's a good thing. I absolutely love my chemistry teacher. He's exceptionally intelligent, has a true dedication to education. If he weren't happily married and twice my age, I'd be jumpin' his bones. It's truly a testament to the female appreciation of a good brain over a good body.

Spoke with my Dad this evening, sounding better and back to his non-compliant self. He can't drive according to his doc, but said he was thinking he was going to give it a go anyway tomorrow. His heart is bad, he really shouldn't be on the road, but who's gonna stop him? My sick step-mother? It's the sick leading the sicker in that household. I was glad to hear him back to himself though. He was a total depressed crank when I talked to him a few days ago, having recently been released from the hospital. Now he's rested, at home, and my Uncle James (who is also sick) is going to visit him tomorrow for 6 days.

Anyway, all this illness and early death in my family really scares the crap out of me. It's not like I've learned a damn thing or managed to stay healthy. From an early age I knew I liked food and hated to exercise. I like doing fun stuff, but usually the higher the energy level, the less I enjoyed it. My favorite sport to play? Badminton. That about sums it up. Anyway, it really leads me to question my gene pool. I have hit the age where I am ready to look at parenthood, and more and more I wonder what right, genetically, I have to procreate? I know I pass on a huge family history of diabetes and heart disease. Metabolic syndrome is full fledged on both sides of the parental lineage, and I have certainly flourished the results. Am I going to die early? I don't know, but unless I change my ways, it's looking like it. What is another 30 years in the big scheme of things? This half of 30 years certainly blazed by in the blink of an eye. I don't know what to do. More and more I've been thinking about the adoption question. I mean, I'm married to a gay man. There's no chance that pregnancy is going to be accidental. Maybe I just should avoid all that extra work? But then again, after having my Dad out to visit the message I really go was that no matter how little time I spent with him over the years, there's a genetic connection. We are extremely similar, in behavior, appearance, demeanor. It must make my mother crazy. But that does make me want to see what the genetic result of Max and I's DNA would be. I think it would result in a great little person.... especially if they got my natural charisma. That's also in the genes - just look at my mother. ; )