Showing posts with label My body is tuckered out because its using all its energy to produce phlegm. Show all posts
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Tuesday, September 28, 2010

You Betcha

While I'm well aware there are a number of things I do that I should be embarrassed about, I'm not really sure with which of the following my embarrassment should lie...read on my friends and you tell me.

Last night I was watching Dancing with the Stars (possible thing to be embarrassed about #1) because a. there was nothing else on tv and b. i wanted to see just how bad The Situation danced. My viewing was intermittent as I've been trying to catch up on laundry after being without a washer since August 9th but I did happen to pass by the tv just as they were interviewing Sarah Palin. I paused because quite frankly that lady says some messed up shit and gives me quite the laugh every once in a while. What caught my attention was not her stories of hunting moosen or waving at Russians, but her attire. You see pretty recently I picked up this sweet leather jacket, along with a few compliments on my hipness.

Turns out Sarah Palin and I do our shopping at the same store (possible thing to be embarrassed about #2)

Or maybe Ms. Sarah Palin should be embarrassed about shopping at the same store as someone in their 20's.

Oh also, am I the only one who is wondering if The Situation has smooshed Taledega or Daytona (or whatever her name is) Palin yet?

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Since I'm not independently wealthy...

I’ve always said that I will know I’ve found the right job, or more so the right career, if I wake up most days and say “I get to go to work today”, and only on occasion would I roll over and with a pathetic moan say “I can’t believe I have to go to work today”. Today happened to be the latter of the two, but I’ll blame that on the ick that I have going on right now. Nonetheless, I thought it would make a good topic to approach.

I come from a family of teachers, my gmom on my dad’s side taught elementary, my momma of course just retired after 30 some odd years of teaching pre-school and elementary school and I believe four of my aunts are teachers, toss a cousin who is a pre-school teacher in the mix and we are certainly a teaching family.

I can say with confidence however, that I never wanted to be a teacher growing up. I actually had every intent of playing professional basketball up until at least the 6th grade, then I moved on to marrying money and being a housewife, and finally settled on a career in sports medicine. It wasn’t until the end of my 2nd year in college that I found out that teaching may be something that is ingrained in a person. I still wonder why something more lucrative like medicine or law wasn’t ingrained in me, as those professions were also speckled in my family tree. Nay, I was meant to mold the minds of America’s youth. Don’t get me wrong, I adore my career. It certainly has its perks. I mean, what other profession can you fart whenever you want and just blame it on one of the 30 tiny versions of people who surround you. That in itself almost makes the job. I also have been told that I’m pretty damn good at it and if you’d like a lesson courtesy of A, I’d be happy to teach you how to live on a shitty salary.

Joking aside, somehow I feel as at home in front of a classroom as I do in a living room with my friends. It’s been an odd path to get me where I am, somewhere between the teaching world that for some reason suited me, and the intrigue I felt during physiology class that sent me in the direction of health/medicine in the first place. Wholly, it was a broken road that led the girl pictured below into the career that most days starts by saying “I get to go to work today”, and I wouldn't have it any other way.



An artistic interpretation of 'A'