Did you...go into a child's home?

Awesome. Hilarious. Har har har!

SICKS TEA PHOAR!

Don't read this entry if you suck.

"You're entitled to be a crab," she said pointedly, her hands curled around her bottle of iced tea. I described the tea as tasting like cloth, but good cloth, because it went down easy, like silk. She said she understood what I meant, but I'm not entirely sure she did. "You're dealing with life."

It feels more like life is dealing with me. I'm tired, but I don't want to sleep. I want to get up and move, but I don't want to be active. I can't sit here and think anymore, but I am. I don't want it to end, and I'm terrified of change, but I feel like change is necessary and change is what is going to save us. Just minor changes. Nothing too drastic or weird, I don't think I could take that. I can barely take this. Snapping out of a routine is awful.

AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH - Charlie Brown style.

I think I need to be me for a while and do what I want to do. That may sound like something I should be doing every day, but it's not. And he understands that, and that's why we're going to be okay, together in the end.

It's going to snow today. Of course it is.

I gave you so much of me that there was nothing left.

if I could back
to the rain that fell inside
and drenched only me

I would tell myself
to let him
slam the door

And I would walk away
with myself
to get ice cream.

Bloglect.

If there were a Department of Social Services for blogs, my blog would have been found emaciated and eating dried pasta to survive. DSSfB would have taken it away, and I would have been like, "I'll git a job soon, I's swear it! Don' take mah bloggie!"

Anyway, after that ridiculously offensive rant, I must apologize to whoever still reads this thing for my absence. I forget I have a blog sometimes. But here is a quick update:

I found out I can take a yoga class midday here at UMD for nothing. I guess the cost of the gym is included in tuition, which isn't true at BSC. So on Wednesdays when I am sitting here bored stiff, I can scoot over to the gym and do some yoga. That's good news.

This semester is going to be a lot of work. My Web Authoring class looks super difficult and time-consuming, but I think if I keep up with the readings and the work it should be okay. I don't know a lick about web authoring, so it's really good that I'm taking a class because it seems to be a valuable skill in the world. Unlike the stupid skills I have already. BOOOOOO! Just kidding.

TDos and I are going away on the holiday weekend coming up. We're going to a bed and breakfast in Narragansett for a few days. It's not exactly a big trip, but it will give us an opportunity to unwind and just relax. Huzzah!

Okay, I'm starving and I can't type anymore without eating. See you later, blogerators.

My fake plastic love.

But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run
And it wears me out
It wears me out
If I could be who you wanted all the time...

I am totally reminded of lazy afternoons in Bridgewater. Lazy, grey afternoons in early 2004. I wish I was there now.

Do I know it's Christmas time at all?

So ends my first semester of graduate school. Yay! I hope it went as well as I think it did. I guess I'll find out when my grades come in.

I really haven't felt the Christmas excitement yet. Which is weird, because I usually spend a few hours a week with screaming, hysterical, holiday-crazed children. Yesterday I walked into Stop and Shop and breathed in the piney smell of Christmas wreaths, and I felt a twinge of the usual excitement, but it went away as soon as I got back to work. Maybe it is because I'm an old lady now, and have to buy presents for other people. I love Christmas, and I hope the fact that I'm not in school anymore as of yesterday will allow the excitement to pass on in.

TDos and I have not officially really seen each other in two weeks. For those keeping count at home, that really sucks. We'll be together for two straight days this weekend. That may sound stupid to you people that live with your boys, but it's a big deal for me.

My baby cousin (henceforth, the Peanut), who is one, was diagnosed yesterday with celiac disease. For those keeping count at home, that means he's allergic to gluten, which means no-no to wheat and rye, which means no-no to pizza, bread, peanut butter and all that good stuff. I'm trying to help as much as I can, but my aunt and uncle are really upset. I mean, it will be a huge adjustment for them, but I told them that it's really good they found out now because he's one, and won't know what he's missing as he grows up. And I told them that it's really common nowadays, so it's really easy to buy gluten-free food at the grocery store. But they are still upset, which is understandable, because it's their baby. However, to further cheer them up, I compiled a list of celebrities who are gluten intolerant, some of which are: JFK, Goldie Hawn, Emmy Rossum, Billy Bob Thornton, and the Duchess of Kent. And my personal fave, former Lt. Gov. Jane Swift. And to even further cheer him up, I've bought the Peanut the They Might Be Giants ABC CD.

I feel sweaty and anxious right now. Tonight "The Year Without a Santa Claus" is on, which means I'll be singing, "I'm Mister Heat Miser..." until the wee hours. Maybe that will get me into the Christmas spirit. My dogs are so damn cute. This is the most ADD blog ever.

I need a hug.