holy smokes!: November 2005 Archives

merci.  danke.  gracias.  thank you.

for an amazing husband.

for three ungrateful cats who love me.

for the chance to travel.

for new friends.

for wireless internet, dvr, and ipod.

for a husband who loves christmas as much as i love halloween.

for good books to read.

for reading.

do know why my family thinks i don't work?  because of photos like these.  these photos of my trip(s) to paris don't look like work to them.  that's why.

but i know i worked my birthing wide derriere off today.  i taught, graded, went to that crazy time suckage thing called the french table, had a meeting to recruit students to go on my study abroad program.  i am exhausted.

you know why they don't think i work?  because how do i explain to them what i do for a living?  what reasonable explanation can i give?  how do i explain the prepping, the grading, the teaching, the presentations, the conferences, the meetings, the emails, the study abroad?

i don't lie about how great my job is.  how wonderful it is.  how cush.  how fun it is to goof off around rodin sculptures like this one.  how great it is.

but damn.  i work hard.

i have nothing to say.  no funny anecdotes.  nada.

so why do i feel like i should have something to say if i blog?  why do i have to have something?  isn't mediocrity good enough for the 5 people that read my blog?  can't i be boring some of the time?  assuming, of course, that i am entertaining some of the time as well.

i too feel the need for some ennui every so often.  without it, one would not have so much fun reading mme bovary.  of course, i don't enjoy reading it, i usually can't wait until she dies and skip ahead.

i think that is why socks sleeps in the suitcase.  ennui and mediocrity.  why else would he lick his fur off?