Last night I muddled through another grammar class. It’s been hell and I feel like I’m not getting it. We were writing sentence examples on the board. Dr. Laws asked me to write one of my examples. There were comments on my handwriting. Well, they were compliments. I informed the class that my handwriting masked my bad grammar. We dissected the sentence, paying attention to strong my strong adverbials and alliteration (I have a weakness for that literary device). Then the class got interesting. Dr. Laws asked one of my classmates to write his sentence pattern on the board. He did. His girlfriend and Dr. Laws talked about the confusion with commas and we all saw his sentence. We gasped. Dr. Laws asked him to read it. It was a proposal, and he got down on one knee and asked her to be his wife. It was a good class. We all congratulated them; ate the cake that Dr. Laws was so kind to provide and then she let us all go home early to “have some sex.” I love creative proposals. And, he gave her a pearl ring, not a diamond. It was beautiful.
All of us married ladies swapped stories about our weddings and proposals. It’s a wierd kind of bond or understanding that married women have. Then there was a discussion about wanting to have kids -vs- not wanting them at all. That arguement divided them from me. I am still the odd bitch out. But they respected my opinion and I honestly respect theirs. I am all for other people having children. I don’t begrudge anyone that kind of relationship, but it’s not something I long for. That’s just me.
I went home yesterday because I felt so shitty. I am much better today. I am digging myself out of a mental hole with my school work and I think it manifested itself via my sinuses. I internalize stress. This weekend I have a strategic plan to get my ass in motion and not shirk my school duties. I am going to make this work.
D and I are planning on riding West Orange twice this weekend. It’s an ambitious trip, but I think I need it in order to whip my ass into shape. I fear I’ve become one of those women in the magazines who has let her body go and is searching for that way to lose all of her weight. I don’t think of myself as fat (understand, this is a conversation, not a plea for compliments) but there are obviously signs that I’m not as physically healthy as I used to be. When I was younger, maybe nineteen or twenty, I wanted to have the palest skin and the thinnest body. Now I long for strong legs and lean arms and I don’t care if my shoulders are tan. I don’t want to be one of those women in the magazines that need to help and inspiration to lose weight. I don’t want to be one of them, so I try to focus on being a little more like me. Dedication and consistency elude me. I need to find them. This blog has become a vehicle to vent my frustration with my physical issues. It’s self centered and I feel bad about being so narcissistic. I just wish I could get my ass into gear. I love working out – running, biking, lifting weights. Gah! Enough of my whining.
Battlestar!!! I am cracked out. I know it’s a sick addiction and that I shouldn’t get so worked up about a frackin t.v. show, but I love it. So, here are a few Battlestar Links for your pleasure.
Summation of the characters. This is very surface level, but it gives you some idea as to what is going on with those particular characters
Go to the source. Of course, if you really want to know what’s going on, it’s a good idea to start @ Scifi. They have podcasts, behind the scenes clips, webisodes that pertain to the new season. It’s crack, I tell you!
Would you like to see the beginning? If you see the webisodes (which are a good place to start) you can see the first act of the new show if you go to “Watch Full Episode” and then go to First Look!
This has nothing to do with Battlestar, but the Huzzie would love this! If only all offices went virtual.
And St. Francis loves your animals. I’ve heard about blessing the animals before, but I just thought this was kind of cool. If I had to go to church, I would want to bring my beagles. I want to bring my beagles everywhere. The cats — not so much.
You actually do get your news from The Daily Show! I won’t start my tirade about the empty nature of news broadcasts. No news is better than obsessive fluff peices of celebrities. Who gives a shit?
October 5th, 2006 at 11:09 am
that’s a nice story. are you still not smoking? i am not smoking although i feel like i am getting sick. i love the daily show and the colbert report.
October 5th, 2006 at 11:25 am
I flubbed on the not smoking thing
I am so WEAK! It’s the drinking thing. I just can’t help it when I drink.
October 5th, 2006 at 11:51 am
I hope this doesn’t sound awful but the one time I met you in person (with David J. outside Borders) you were really thin. I was probably a lot fatter than I am today - but my strugle has always been with weight and even today I kick my ass to stay where I am, which is in no way “skinny”. When you talk about cycling, I long to buy a bicycle. It’s our plan to start riding everywhere once we both acquire bikes. Anyway, that was random but I really wanted to comment on your class. That’s pretty cool that he proposed there. I bet she was really happy. Ash proposed to me on Christmas Day ‘04, in front of his whole family. I think they all knew he was going to except it but me!
October 5th, 2006 at 12:14 pm
Then, I was really damn skinny. At that point I was still into *ahem* bad stuff and I didn’t eat very well. It wasn’t for a diet, I just didn’t have much money so I ate very little. Now, I am about 40lbs heavier than I was then. More money, a job where I sit on my ass all day, and a busy schedule really make it hard to keep the weight stable, much less lose it. The weight thing really bothers me because my grandmother is morbidly obese and is going to die because of it.
I love cycling. There’s nothing like it. Although I am a big fan of running, the bike is less jarring on my knees and I feel like I can really push myself. I highly recommend bikes.
That is a lovely way to be proposed to. I proposed to D. I was very very very against getting married, but I changed my mind. I knew he wouldn’t ask me because I had been so vocal not marrying ever. Now I love being married.
October 5th, 2006 at 1:44 pm
I used to be against both marriage and kids but once I changed my mind, I think being married is great. I’ve come a long way.
October 5th, 2006 at 11:01 pm
I completely know how you feel about being in shape E. I’ve been fighting the same lack of motivation for the past five years, but I’ve beaten and battered those little voices in my head and finally feel that I’m in the zone. Its all about finding it, and there is nothing anyone can do or say to get you there. Its a completely self involved journey that I know you’ll find sooner or later. I know this because, even though we’ve had or differences we are very much alike. I’m sure you’ve noticed but I have a touch of the bi-polar as well and I think it makes the whole shape thing an amazingly difficult thing to do. We will swing in and out of “The Zone” getting depressed about how we look and how others see us, but have hope that sooner or later you’ll break past it and getting your body where you want it will become something that phases out of your mood and becomes as natural as taking a shower, because taking a shower is something you do no matter what, some days you like to take one, some days you dont, but no matter what you do it just out of habit.
Ok, I’m rambling on. I’ve done my cheering. About the working from random places thing…IT COMPLETELY ROCKS! I have to admit I love it when I work from school. The only thing that sucks is the cost of doing that business. Your cellphone plan gets expensive, and if you don’t have a free wireless hotspot wireless can become expensive as well. That and dear lord all that coffee adds up REAL FAST
But I wouldn’t trade it right this minute for anything 
October 6th, 2006 at 9:23 am
Frankie - you always know what to say. And btw — true friends never agree 100% of the time. Hell, David’s wrong a lot and we disagree (I’m always right) but I still love him.
I need to switch between wanting things to change and actually changing them. It’s a strange place to be, and not entirely comfortable. But I’m working on it.
And you suck with your mobile off crap. I am soooooooooooo frackin jealous.