Here I Am Again

Oh, I'm still here, I'm not going anywhere. I've just become very tired and very lazy lately, and, being who I am, I also feel guilty about not writing more, as if anyone cares. I'm just rolling along.

School has been somewhat stupid this past week, with one thing or another, ultimately leading up to the administrator/bully I can't stand calling me on the phone Friday morning to scold me for something that essentially someone else did. Whenever I have to talk to this guy, my blood pressure goes up and my self esteem goes down, because I always let him get to me. (I'm saving the big F- You for him when I retire, if he's still there.)

The weekend zipped by, somehow, and all I really did yesterday was laundry and grocery shopping. Today, K and I took the ride down the Parkway and visited with R and the GF for a while, which was very nice. But it's an awful day, very rainy, and rain predicted for the whole week. Not something to look forward to.

So I said to my sister the other day that I was thinking of getting t-shirts or hats made for the four of us going to Disney World, you know, something printed on them to commemorate the trip, and she tells me that she only wears v-neck shirts (as do I) and always wears the same hat because it shades her whole face. Oh. Well, then. So I think I'll get something printed on tote bags (but not tell her, because I don't want to hear why she only uses some particular tote bag she already has), but I can't decide what to print on them. I could go with a picture of our grandparents, or of my mother/their father (sister and brother), but I need some kind of words to go with it. I thought about my grandfather's last name, since that unites us as a family, sort of, but it actually is both of the cousins' last name. (And my older daughter's first name, which just makes it all more confusing.) What could I have printed on a tote bag? A picture? Words? Mickey Mouse? (There are actually no photographs of the four of us together as children, only movies, which don't make clear prints.)

In other news, it may be time to see an orthopedist about my knee, since walking around on it in DW won't be easy, not to mention that it hurts a lot now. I hate getting involved with the orthopedist; it's always a long, drawn out thing, weeks and weeks and months, and physical therapy that never helps me.

Well, I came, I saw, I wrote.


watching THE GOLDEN GIRLS :: ENTRY #2035
READING: American Lion: Andrew Jackson by Jon Meacham