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April 1st, 2008
09:53 pm - Come Back Safely Lindsy's twin brother Brandon was deployed to Afghanistan for 15-18 months. He left yesterday.
You don't have to agree with the war. You don't have to like that we're there. But please, pray that my husband's only family returns home safely.
He is trying not to think about it. I am trying not to remind him. And I am calling on all the same family and friends that I relied on when I was trying to pray Lindsy out of Korea (which, by the way, worked miraculously well). Current Mood: worried Current Music: Tori Amos - Angels
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March 31st, 2008
07:31 am - Useless chugging So my battery is utterly kaput today, and I am forced to take a personal day.
Aside from the initial reaction of "... faaaaaahck!", I then tried to convince Lindsy that we could go to Wal-Mart in his car, buy jumper cables, and when one of the people parked next to me left to go to work, we could jump-start my car so I don't have to pay a tow truck.
He refused, on the grounds of playing Call of Duty 4 until 4 a.m. last night, and went back to sleep (he's on swing swift right now, so works from 2 p.m. to 10:30, which I suppose makes him entitled, but still: grr).
I called in to the school, feeling incredibly guilty, and then wanted to call back again and say, "Tell my sub to collect their essays! And remind them to turn in unfinished music journals! And we will have music binder check tomorrow! And if they want to finish the video from last week, the tape is in the upper right hand drawer of my beige filing cabinet..."
...and so on. And poor Denise, the secretary, would develop superpowers simply to be able to throw something large and pointy at my head from a long distance.
I will still give her the note about the essays: that's important. Then I'll watch a few episodes of Coupling, call a tow truck, and spend the day in the garage finishing off The Perks of Being a Wallflower, which I have ridiculously never read.
I'm pretty sure it's just the battery, being over five years old and having built up serious acid-blue corrosion several times over the past few weeks. We cleaned it off, but it didn't work this time. I feel a bit nifty for being handy with the baking soda, though.
Sigh. I just wish I'd known I'd be taking the day off. I would have slept in a little longer. Current Mood: annoyed
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March 23rd, 2008
10:28 am - To the contrary I am, in fact, alive.
I know. You don't believe me. You think this is the afterlife android I've been working on who is implanted with all my thoughts and memories, so that the interminable multi-blogging can continue for centuries to come.
But here I am. And only because I'm trying to avoid doing my Student Resource Profile, a lengthy project which is due Tuesday.
And, to jumpstart, the joy, I want you to ask me a question. ANY question, on any topic, uncomfortable or not. I promise to answer it honestly.
Although I'm sure by now most of you have heard the story of how my weird terrier swallowed a triple fish hook. Current Mood: busy
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January 24th, 2008
12:26 am - What Do You Have To Say? - The Last Time I Sang...
About 3 hours ago, in the car on the way home from certification classes. Still not up to full range again, but I can do rock crap.
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December 5th, 2007
10:14 pm - This is how it is I have a friend who is a sign language interpreter and instructor, and when she is mad or frustrated, she feels the urge to hit something hard, but can't, because she can't risk damaging her hands.
Well, I'm a professional singer and teacher who wants to scream or sing violently loud when she's frustrated. I'm also suffering from some sort of throat infection which makes singing hurt like a bitch and runs me hoarse after the first two class periods of my day.
You see the lovely paradox there.
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December 2nd, 2007
01:25 pm - Taking the guesswork out of Christmas. Because I love you all and don't want to cause anyone stress, here it is: http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/wishlist/LWVQ4QJSMZDW Also, things people may not know because they don't live with me... I need a new watch. My current one is from Wal-Mart, it cost 9.99 and it turns my wrist green. I have about five outfits suitable for teaching that I have been rotating out, but it'd be nice to have gift certificates to buy some nice, new professional clothes that didn't fit me forty or fifty pounds ago. I am also a total dinner-and-movie whore, so gift certificates to cinemas (Regal & AMC are around here) or restaurants are always appreciated. ...That is all. Thank you. Current Mood: materialistic Current Music: Alexi Murdoch - Song For You
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November 4th, 2007
04:56 pm - Pick-Me-Up It is difficult to feel incompetent when one can sing through Defying Gravity from start to finish, pitch-perfect, with that full-body, connected-air, locked-on-focus feeling that makes you think you just might be literally lifting off the ground.
It's part of why I sing my guts out in the car ride home from work every day.
It's also part of why I tend to run hoarse all weekend.
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October 15th, 2007
10:32 am - Excitement I have a new "OMFG" icon. Behold the Fizzgig.
The reason for this lovely OMFG moment? Tuesday I was crying in my advisor's office about the stress of working, school, and money problems, asking for advice on financial aid (because grants for middle-class newlyweds getting music teaching degrees are NONEXISTENT), and she said she'd send out feelers and see if anyone was looking for music folk.
Got a response within 6 hours. The city ISD needed someone BAD. Applied Tuesday night, set up interview Wednesday morning, went to interview Thursday afternoon, second interview with principal Friday morning, offered job by superintendent five minutes into the drive home. Full-time, middle school choir director. No waiting.
Today, I am calling my grad school teachers ("um, remember that conversation about me needing a job? problem solved") to figure out my classes for the remainder of the year, calling alternative certification programs so the state of Texas doesn't get persnickety, calling the teachers who were my personal references to say THANK YOU SO MUCH (and also delivering loaves of pumpkin bread for a more significant thank-you), and hopefully calling the principal to say: "We have a 'Go' for a probational certificate. See you Monday."
I have 4 appointments today, and it's only 10:30. Guess I should shower. Current Mood: ecstatic
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September 8th, 2007
12:05 am - The Allegra Chronicles So my dog has figured out that all her rawhide toys and treats are in plastic bags under the end table by the door.
She has also figured out that if she noses into the bag persistently enough, scrabbling with her paws, she can wiggle open one or two containers (including those with twist-ties, which is alarming) and retrieve many, many prizes. There has already been at least one evening when I had to pick up eight or so rawhide squares and put them back in their bag, leaving her with the measly two or three she was already working on.
Tonight, I saw her plopped on a couch cushion, chewing something. When I looked closer, I realized it was one of her green Nutrident treats: it's shaped like a spiny toothbrush and is basically a multivitamin mixed with breath fresheners and stuff to clean her teeth. We're supposed to give her one a day.
Now, I don't mind that she likes these treats. I find it amusing that of all the "candies" under the table, she bypassed the peanut-butter cookies shaped like gingerbread men, and the little steak-shaped meat chewies, in favor of a minty toothbrush. But after she finished that one, I saw her hop up to go fetch another one.
I had to chase her around the living room to get it back, and after putting it away, I found a chip clip and snapped the bag closed, putting it on a high shelf. I turned around, feeling triumphant, and saw her neatly curl a paw under the coffee table, and retrieve another Nutrident from her secret stash.
I was laughing so hard I could barely talk, and Lindsy had to come see what was so funny. I checked under the coffee table, the couch, and the television with a flashlight to make sure she didn't have any more treasure troves, and they were clean.
I counted the remaining treats in the bag, and it looks like she didn't eat more than two or three, so it shouldn't make her sick. But I will say that she has exceptionally fresh breath.
(P.S.- Giving her plenty of rawhide and half of a cow hoof to gnaw on has already taken care of one of her baby canines, so here's hoping the other wiggles free soon.) Current Mood: giggly
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September 5th, 2007
10:01 am - Whine I just want to whimper a bit...
Been gross/sick for the past week now, but we literally CANNOT AFFORD for me not to go to work. So I've been working, going to class, working some more. Never a day off to just recover.
And watching the back account like a hawk, because if everyone cashes the checks I've had to write before one of us gets a paycheck, we'll have less than $100 in the bank.
Yes, we are idiots for thinking we were doing fine.
Fucking accompanist fees and textbooks and car repairs and vet bills and...
Okay, I'm calm now. I just remembered that if the "worst" happens and something goes wrong (like a hospital visit), we have a credit card we could use. IF WE HAVE TO.
You can tell I'm new to this. How can some people live with being in debt all the time? Current Mood: exhausted
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