June bloom

I hear that's the lingo in So Cal (is Long Beach considered southern California?). Anyhow, I managed somehow to get past the windy season and make it to summer. I didn't kill anyone and I think I still have a job. I have a busy lineup for, oh let's say the next 6 months. I'm getting married next month, starting a new school year the following month and then going against an orals board in Sept/Oct (need to start studying for that sometime in the near future). Then it back to finishing up another semester, and soon it will be Christmas. Wow, how time flies when you're having fun....

Fuck you too

Woah, such language but I've been feeling more and more like saying that to a majority of people. Sometimes it's people I know and sometimes it's people I don't know. I think it's a mixture of lack of patience, the wind, my own level of tolerance for stupid people and my general bitchy nature. Thank God March is nearly half over. Of course, like always, there's a bunch of shit I have to get done, all before May, so it's really a bad thing that March is half over. This means I'm running out of time for all the work stuff and school stuff, never mind the house crap (like watering a lawn, cleaning, laundry, etc.). Okay, so it's late, I've got an early AM meeting, a full day's worth of work to put in, and babysitting to contend with tomorrow night. All in a superhero's day.

Windy Season

So its offically the Windy Season in Las Cruces. But no worries, I have a 22. I am going out Monday given the weather is decent. Its been nearly 2 months since I have blogged on here. I have been busy with school, work, parenting, and a man friend. I hate to call him my boyfriend because it makes me sound like I am 15 again. But we have been going out now for four months now. It seems a little longer than that in a good way. I took his Sahara out for a ride today with Serena. She laughed at me when I stalled the Jeep, but was quite patient when it took me five minutes to throw it into reverse, damn sixth gear. We had a blast driving it and being that high above the crowd. I also got my first tan of the year. Now I am not white anymore. Well sorry for the sloppy typos. I am blogging from my phone in bed. Its a sad life when I am too lazy to turn on my laptop and hsve to surf the net from my phone. What has the world come to?

Hello 2009

It happened, I knew it would, if I just waited long enough. A new year, for most people this means something. A new year, a fresh start, a new person. Not me, I don't change, if I want a fresh start, I just go to bed and begin a new day. A new year means nothing to me, probably because I live on a day to day basis rather than a year by year basis. I freaked out the other day because I forgot how old I was, since I was born in a year ending with a zero, it's easy for me to figure out how old I am. So I thought about what year it was and realized I was that old too, but then also remembered, I will be that old, but not quite there. Then I freaked out because my friends are turning that old and one of my girl friends is turning 30 this year. Which for her really is fine, she's married and has a child. Age is welcomed to those with their lives together.

Even though I freaked out about being almost 30, I tell people all the time I'm 30. It's easier and I am not really sure there is a difference between 28 and 30. Though I don't have my life together, I have done it all, graduated several times, married, child bearing. I think the only experiences I have left is for my parents to pass away and myself. Those would be the last milestones, so to speak. Therefore, I too, welcome age. I am proud of being this old, which I think is old when it comes to remembering experiences (like high school seems so recent) but then old when I think about how I knew people who were my age and I use to think that was so old. Whatever, I don't think that being old is a bad thing. Besides, I was born 35.

Goodbye 2008

Hello 2009. As always, I find myself welcoming another year, hoping it will be better than the last. Though I'd have to say, that 2008 was better than 2007 and 2007 better than 2006, it still ranked pretty low on the scale of best years ever. The past month has been pretty good, good is all relative though. I find myself ending another year with a different person than the last year. I am wondering if this is going to be a pattern, I sure as hell hope not. In some ways, I find it hard to fathom that it's already been three years since I had what I'd call a traditional Christmas. I suppose I hate the holiday more now, because it reminds me that "we" are a broken family, rather than the every day hustle and bustle.

For once though, I am looking forward to 2009. I'll wrap up my graduate school (Yeah!) and begin living again, I hope. I also hope to get Serena more involved this year, soccer and a summer program so that she's around more kids. I think this year will also bring a lessened sense of hostility towards Shane (my ex-husband) as I am confident that I have found a person who believes that I am worth it. I know I've got a long ways towards letting go and letting bygones be bygones but I hope I am getting closer towards that path. It seems as though I am pretty hopeful these days. Well off to bed. Goodbye wake me up when 2009 begins.

My boyfriend's back

Got that song suck in my head. I don't know, the term "boyfriend" seems so juvenile; it's not a term I favor. Partner, significant other? Partner makes me sound like a lesbian (nothing wrong with that), especially when I use the term "girlfriend" to describe my friends who are female. So maybe I'll refer to my boyfriend as my significant other because he is that, maybe more. There isn't really a term that fits the description. I'll just call him Scott.

I am going under the knife on Wednesday morning. The result should involve 2 pins and a screw; a bunch of pain, pain killers, and maybe crutches. Won't know until after the surgery. It's part 2 for the foot surgery, part 3 will come in a year and a half when I'm off for the summer again and done with school. That means I will have a semester of whatever freedom is defined as. I've got one more day of teaching school left until 2009. After Monday I'm taking almost 2 weeks of sick leave. I am currently working on the final manuscript of a research paper I need to turn in on Tuesday. Then I can declare Grad school work done until 2009.

I got an espresso maker last week. It's awesome. I know own four machines that take coffee but all serve different purposes. I have the weekend one (it makes 4 cups of coffee), I have the work one which just makes coffee (I still have to take it to work), the one I take to work (it brews and grinds) and now the espresso for the morning and at night. The only bad thing about the espresso machine is it doesn't turn off so that was me tonight, letting it overflow. My bad.

Anyhow, you probably won't hear from me for another month. How time will fly. In the next month I hope to see Nights in Rodanthe because I recently have read the book by Nicholas Sparks. For my downtime, I've saved up a few Nicholas Sparks and John Steinbeck books. A perfect note to end the year on.

Dating School

So my guy friend told me last night that I should go to Dating School, so that I could learn the things to do and not to do, along with the things to say and not to say. Needless to say, the past week, I've been on several dates with different men and though I managed somehow not to scare them both off, one scared me off and the other has me hooked. Tomorrow is my birthday (yeah me). I will be in court again near my birthday (court dates seem to be my birthday gifts). I actually pulled a total non-Sara thing and invited colleagues of mine to go out tomorrow for happy hour and told them they had to come because it was my birthday. Of course I want to wear a short skirt but it's going to be cold so I think I'll pick warmness over vanity. I had a Manifest Determination today involving student, parent, staff, and administration. I used my teacher voice and told the student I was going to stand my ground, told him not to interrupt me while I was speaking and then later regretting my Negative Nelly and told him that I believed in him which is why I am always in his face. Come on, he shares the same last name of a famous Mexican Revolutionist, how can I not fight for him?