December 2006 Archives

i eat peanut butter on a daily basis.  i am sure you are already aware of this since i share this little tidbit with everyone.  i love peanut butter and i live in the town where jif is made.  bless that factory.

there are days that you can smell the butter being made.  it smells wonderful.

this evening, i had a peanut butter samich which is quite satisfying.  i loves peanut butter.  and since it was the end of the jar, and i had basically scraped every bit of peanut butter out of it i could get, i gave the jar to the dog to clean up so it can be recycled.  i am an environmentally thoughtful peanut butter eater.

roxie would not let me have the jar back.  she firmly held onto that jar as if it were a pig ear.  she worked diligently to lick out all the precious peanut butter i had left in the jar.  the sacred butter was to be cleaned out and licked off.

who knew that my dog and i are of like mind and taste?

earlier today i thought of the perfect post for today.  for the life of me, i can't remember what it is.

this really disturbs me.  i think this is a perfect example  of the injustice of the human brain.  think of all the times you know you wanted to tell someone something, or do something, or buy something, or look something up on the net.  and your mind betrays you and you can't recall it.

well.  that is what happened to this post.  i don't know what i am supposed to be writing about and let me tell you, it would be a lot better than what is here now.  it was witty, poignant, thoughtful, thought provoking, it would have made your life better in its infinite wisdom.  it would have made you laugh and cry.  it would have made you a better person.

maybe not.  but since i can't remember what it was, i personally think i have the right to idealize what could have been and alas, is not.

in one week.  in one precious week.  in one precious and beautiful week, i will be swimming up to a bar in a luxurious pool.  i, jeorg, will be leading the life of luxury as we vacation in a tropical resort.

i love life.  i love warm weather.  i love snorkeling and being by the pool.  i love wearing sarongs and sunglasses.  i don't know where my sunglasses are, but i love wearing them.

i can't wait.  we decided back in august to change our tainted new orleans trip to one in cancun.  we shall be celebrating the coming year with friends in warmth and a pool that has a swim up bar.  did i mention the bar in the pool?

i have never had that before, so needless to say, i am excited about the fact that i can float over to the bar and say, make me a drink, and then drink it.  talk about the wow factor.  craziness. 

one week.  7 days.  ah, thank god.

it's amazing how you get ready to go on vacation.  to be done with work and to finish up and be ready for a two week break that involves christmas, cancun and new year's.  and yet, our bodies decide to give out.

both t and i are fighting off colds or monkey sponge flu.  fyi, monkey sponge flu comes from improperly cooked chicken.  i have this snarfle in my throat and snot.  and thomas snortles and chortles and feels bad.  all of this means that he will be fully recovered by tomorrow and i will go down faster than a crooked boxer.

thomas getting sick is a bad thing.  me getting sick is worse because it upsets the tides of the universe and makes us all miserable.  although, spending days in bed never strikes me as a bad thing.  but my mom will lecture me on not taking vitamins, thomas will tell me i am a horrible patient, i won't be able to see friends, you my readers will somehow get a computer virus since we all know that once someone contracts monkey sponge flu, then it travels faster through the internet.

sneezy and wheezy live here.

maybe it's the fact that i don't like her. 

maybe it's the fact that i don't want to be friends anymore. 

maybe it's the fact that we moved into her neighborhood. 

maybe it's the fact that she was shocked to see me at the same party of a mutual friend. 

maybe it's the fact that she doesn't like me anymore either. 

maybe it's the fact that i went on a couple dates with her now husband before she dated him. 

maybe it's the fact that i looked hot tonight.  =0) 

maybe it's the fact that she felt she owes me a cold reception anytime we run into each other. 

maybe it's the fact that she feels she doesn't owe me the decency of a hello or how are you. 

maybe it's the fact that she doesn't think that being civil is important. 

maybe it's the fact that her husband was nice to me at the party. 

but you see.  to me.  it is just pitiful that she seems so angry for something that happened so long ago.  sad really.  that she can't smile and say hi.  that she can't be happy for me, or herself for that matter.  especially at the holidays. 

i won't explain why i have babies on the mind.  well.  what the he!!.  it's my blog and i am sure you really want to know.

if your ovaries ache right now for new baby smell, then don't read this unless you want to read about my ovaries aching.

aside from trish and cory, snazzykat, ali, dooce, lainey, and texas t-bone, i don't read blogs that deal frequently with being parents.  look at the side bar.  most of the blogs are parents and are filled with anecdotes about children and pregnancy and parenthood.

the other thing is, i know a couple of people who are preggo.  we bought a house so we could potentially start working on a family.  we have been together for almost 6 years and married for almost 4.  i am of a ripe age and d@mmit if that new baby smell is more infectious than buying a new car.

i look at children and i want them.  i want a baby.  i want that smell.  i want the lack of sleep.  i want the screaming and crying.  i want the laughter, the tears, the walking.  all of it.  they're like a freaking drug.

*you know?

i normally don't mention work unless it is in vague terms.  i don't break student-teacher confidentiality, i don't mention co-workers or what goes on in faculty meetings.  i don't talk about university policy, even though it is my right.

but what yahoo came up with the concept of final exams from 8:30pm-10:30pm?  seriously?

i know that a lot of students and a lot of faculty work their best late into the hours but no one takes an exam well at that hour.  especially if you have one at 8:00am that morning or the following morning.  seriously! 

i propose that we move those exams to saturday.  there are only four of them during the week.  we could give them on saturday.  it makes much more sense.  and then no one suffers.  namely, me.

do you know what you should be proud of?  well.  i'll tell you.  buying gifts well in advance.  we did that this year for one birthday and christmas.  we got a friend his birthday gift in august.  and it is an awesome gift for him.  i even showed it to his wife to get her approval. 

we got my mom a gift, some nice yard art, and we got my dad a lovely golfing shirt.  months, and i mean months in advance of christmas.

do you know what you should be ashamed of?  well.  i'll tell you that too.  you should be ashamed of losing those gifts somehow while moving into the new house.  we have absolutely no idea where they are.  i have searched every closet, every nook, every cranny, every inch of this house.  i have looked in every unpacked box three times over.  no gift.  and his birthday is tomorrow.  this sucks.

*wtf said backwards makes just as much sense, and is actually funny.  ftw!

we went to dinner this evening.  i got the bbq chicken.  half way through, i realized how soft the chicken was.  how moist.  in. the. bad. way.  yep.  it had a layer of yummy uncookedness.

so.  i could spend the evening harfing.  losing all of my internal organs in the porcelain pot.  but before i potentially die, i would like to write my last will and testament.

to thomas, i leave you everything of value.  this way, you may actually break even financially.  it is highly doubtful, but you could give it the old college try.

to my faithful readers, i leave you this blog.  please come to it daily in the hopes that i write from the dead.  i'll probably be sitting next to the chicken that did me in and his will be fitting punishment since i have proclaimed on a regular basis that all chickens have it coming.

i leave all of my wool sweaters to the cats because, well, they like them more than me.

to roxie, the dog, i leave the uncultivated, ungardened backyard.  this way you can still run around like a yahoo. 

i leave my empty corpse to be butchered to ms. glaze.  she may be able to make me into a cool soup.  a gazpacho.  i think i would make an awesome gazpacho. 

to snazzykat, leah, and lulu, i leave you my mtv addiction.  i need to shake it anyway, but i leave you tiara girls, the real world, real world/road rules, made and all the other bad shows on that flipping addictive channel. 

to all of you all who have bebes, snazzykat, t-bone, trish, i leave you all my dreams and hopes for a better tomorrow- and for cooked chicken in a restaurant.

it amazes me how at some point during the semester, i get to the point where i am done.  just plain done.  finished.  caput.

i reached that moment yesterday.  now.  i still have lots of work to do.  grading, tests to write, tests to grade, prep work for next semester, meetings, greetings and such.  but my mind ended yesterday.  i can think no more.

this is not bad considering i only have one day left of teaching, but what interests me is that i held off for so long.   i actually managed to finish the content of all of my courses, not break down and cry and still realize my students were amazing this semester.

but i am through.  my mind can do it no more.  i need a vacation.  i need to relax.  i need to do things at my pace and have lots of coffee in between.  through.