I have had a lovely evening tonight. Of course, with any intro such as that, some prefacing is always required. Let me first start with Katherine. I miss her. She is one of my best friends, although we rarely spent much time together outside of work. We worked together for many years, and it was certainly love at first sight. We highly amused each other, enough that we forgave each other our differences in opinions (she is a Mormon, I'm married to a gay man - you put it together). Anyway, she moved to Arizona before Christmas, and I have been missing her ever since. We talk on the phone, but it's not the same as that face-to-face interraction. She was the kind of friend that you would start out bawling with, and end up crying tears of laughter. She was my girlfriend, and I have been very lonely without her, especially cause she was my work buddy too. I have other friends, but man I miss her.
So anyway, cut to January when I started Chemistry. My mother says, "find someone smart, and be their partner". Imagine my shock when a woman comes up and practically hands me a resume and interviews to be my lab partner. Outright - she needed a partner, I seemed smart, she was hardworking, did we want to study? So that's how I met Dianna. Another classmate keeps hearing our conversations, and coming over to discuss. Finally one day, she bucks her own studymates, and joins our group. Enter Charlene. One other classmate I had bonded with, Dawn, frequents our group, and studies with us. One of Charlene's friends in the class, Tanya, does the same. Anyway, lately we have had a rough time keeping on the studying because we get along so well we start chatting. Tonight Tanya had a dilemma, of life changing proportions, due to her man situation.... so we sat there, from 7:20 - 9:00pm, talking about life, Tanya's life, men, children, and all things in between. I loved it - girlfriends again. Charlene wants us to all go to a weekend at the spa. Dianna is fighting her, but Charlene is talking her into it. All I know is that if these women are going, I want to go with them.
Ya-ya sisterhood, watch out. These women are nuts, and I'm part of the gang.
Monday, April 9, 2007
Sunday, April 1, 2007
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. ; )
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. ; )
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Is it copying?
I fear I may be completely copying Sandra's idea here with the personal blog.... my only difference is that I don't know if I want to publish the address to other friends on myspace. I have found recently that more and more I post blogs that are diary entries only, or for my preferred friends list. Often I am talking about people that are on my friends list, numero uno being the ex. But really what I find is that there is something voyeuristically thrilling about haivng random strangers read the inner workings of my mundane life. However, it's not quite so appealing when it's people I know. Several of my friends are co-workers, some of them are students who I am not very close with. So I feel that I have to meter myself and control my postings. Maybe being incognito here will alleviate that.
I can't believe how refereshing journaling has become. I have never been big on writing long narratives, but then again, writing in general takes too long. Also, I love being able to correct my writing without messy lines, etc. Journaling electronically provides a much more finished, professional format. The end result is much more "me" and I get an immediate therapeutic effect. I don't argue with myself in my head all day.....well, ok, maybe I still do.... but the topics are different. Anyway, it's certainly helpful.
Enough for now, more later.
I can't believe how refereshing journaling has become. I have never been big on writing long narratives, but then again, writing in general takes too long. Also, I love being able to correct my writing without messy lines, etc. Journaling electronically provides a much more finished, professional format. The end result is much more "me" and I get an immediate therapeutic effect. I don't argue with myself in my head all day.....well, ok, maybe I still do.... but the topics are different. Anyway, it's certainly helpful.
Enough for now, more later.
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