Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

Tonight should have been a laid back and relax after a run kind of night. I should have been a good one, considering I just signed up for my favorite race (the Monument Ave 10K in March). But, the fates had to tinker with my relative state of calm . . . And some people can't leave well enough alone. Does anyone remember the last paragraph of this posing. Here is where I should tell you that no one is allowed to say just be done with it. Yea, you sit in my shoes and not have a single emotion. That is crap. You can be over someone, and then a moment like this will not bring back emotions of love. It will bring out emotions of outright contempt, hatred, and disgust. Not just for him--in this case--but also for me. I should note, that he gifted me a Tiger Army album a few years ago that I still haven't listened too. I got it two days after I encountered him and his now wife in a Starbucks parking lot. It was hours after conversing with me. Why I didn't hit him tha...

As I lay in bed, I blog from the Crackberry as I still can't sleep! Tonight, well in all fairness this morning, I attempted to run. I won't lie and say I've been gliding along...Posh! I haven't slepted my fat ass along the asphalt in months. But, today I decided I'd been stationary long enough (two months is too long). So, I plugged in my iPod--which I will not share with you because you'll know what kind of crappy music I listen too--tied on my trainers, donned a hoodie and entered the night air. It wasn't bitterly cold, so all was good. Then...about a mile in two red necks in pickups decided to turn on their brights. Yup, they blinded me so that I couldn't see, and in their wake my line of sight was speckled with little yellow dots. My zone was disturbed, and I ended up walking. As so many times before.. What is it with folks around here and going outta their way to screw up a run? I'm not making them run, so why they gotta bother me? Posh, indeed.

About a month and a half or so ago I had to go to an in-service type thing. Yea . . . yea . . . it connected to the Literacy Council I am running programs for so it was necessary. Aside from the strange looks and odd remarks about my being a PhD and all, things were okay. In terms of in-services it could have been a lot worse. I've had training meetings that were not remotely enjoyable. So this one wasn't painful at all. None the less, in the course of the day one of the GED instructors from a relatively close area (not the sticks like I live, but I won't tell you the city . . . confidentiality reasons) popped up and said "Yes, yes. I like to let the students help with the areas they are good in . . . or with math since it's harder for me. You know, like my Chinese students I always ask them to do the math on the board, since all Chinese are good with math." Yup, you got it. Excuse me, did anyone catch that racial stereotype/slur? ****** As of lat...

Yup, I should be sleeping, but I blog from my Crackberry in bed instead ... And this should have been up a few days ago. These are the greatest of the greatest hits. In 2000 I was completing a master's degree at New Mexico State, while awaiting an acceptance to that fancy public Ivy I got my PhD from. In February maj babcia died after a long life. That spring a few us endured the nightmare of death threats from a soon-to-be flunkie MA student, and I got accepted into the aforementioned fancy northern school. I also presented at my first conference that year, and in May I got my MA. During the summer, my last at "home," I worked as a girl Friday for a local brick company. My brother and I frightened the county with sibling antics at the Pork Fest--good times--and my sister still lived in VA Beach. I then moved up to Strong Island, and for the first five years it wasn't so bad. There were things that drove me nuts about the island, but I did enjoy the north and the p...