July 26, 2014

Grr. Angsty, sports-related feels. 

Real lost. The Revs lost. I don't have words for Ferrari (actually, I have plenty of them in plenty of languages, but they're not very nice).  And Jimmy Vicaut in glasses is a life-ruiner.

Source: Tumblr





















LIFE. RUINER.

Anyways.

I'm getting out of town in a few days and the anticipation is killing me. I just want to go. I need a change of scene, and I want to see my friends, so... urgh. Tuesday, just hurry up and get here, yeah?

And once I get back, I'm cool with summer ending. Seriously.

I'll probably think differently when my alarm goes off on the first day of in-service, but after that I'll be good. There are things I just want to get over with, and things I want to happen because I'm looking forward to them, so the start of the year is already on my mind. May as well get to it.

That might just be some tangental effect of me going stir-crazy, though.

Meh.

July 25, 2014




IT'S CHRISTMAS IN JULY!!!!

I think this is a generational thing. If you're of a certain age, you remember that Cartoon Network would marathon all the classic Christmas cartoons and encourage people to celebrate this totally made-up, festive season. As it was summer break, and you were bored- especially if you were home from college, rather than vacationing from high school- it seemed like fun.

I can remember my mother coming home one year to find Sibling and I sitting on the floor, eating leftover candy canes we'd found in her kitchen, and watching The Grinch. I think we were nineteen and twenty at the time, so, naturally, she asked us if we'd regressed while she'd been at the grocery store. We both answered, "No, Mom, it's Christmas" as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and then burst out laughing. That was good fun.

This year, I left the traditional observances- like the playing of N'sync carols- till later in the day. I was hanging out with Sensei this morning, and then we did lunch, and then I flitted around my apartment in an attempt to be productive. But, in the end, the traditions were observed.

So there's only one way to end this, really: Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!

July 24, 2014

My week has mostly been about Casey the Car failing inspection.

I knew it was going to fail; I just knew. I wasn't thinking that I'd worn the tread off my tires, but, y'know, apparently that happened. And the exhaust was... well, something was wrong with it. This is the point where I wish I understood more about cars instead of rocking the blonde girl stereotype. 

Anyways. Casey failed inspection, and I was inordinately pissed off about that because I have an unhealthy relationship with my car. The reality is something like this:



But in my head it's more like this:














The skewed mental image does not carry over to driving, however. I know I don't drive like Kimi Raikkonen unless I'm crashing. 

But I digress. I know I should've traded Casey in years ago, but we've had too many good adventures together. Also, car payment and higher insurance rates? I am too damn poor for that nonsense. So I had them fix whatever needed fixing so I could get that shiny inspection sticker. It took a couple days because Casey's a weird bucket of bolts, so then I didn't have a ride to pick it up when it was ready. 

So I walked across town. Whatever.

Not the smartest thing I'd ever done since I ran Trails Tuesdays the night before and basically aggravated everything in my left leg from the knee down. But, y'know, needs must. And I do have to say that my town is really pretty, so even though it was hot and gross, it was a pretty nice walk.

And now I have my car back! Lucky thing, since I'm leaving in a few days to go on an adventure. Can't walk to the airport from here. 

Is it bad that I haven't put away my clean laundry because I know I'm just going to pack a lot of it? Because that's totally the situation.

I'm also trying to figure out how to fit everything I want to take into my backpack. 

I'll let y'all know how that works out for me. 

July 15, 2014

I should write an epic poem: Things That Change In the Span of a World Cup. I mean, just focusing on the tournament itself could get me several verses, to say nothing of the world at large (and expect me to have serious things to say about the world at large when I've worked out what needs saying). And then there's my merry little life.

It's a bit different than it was a month ago, and not just because I'm older. Say that my view on a few things has shifted.

I gave my number to a guy during the group stages because he said we ought to hang out, and I thought, why not? It might be fun. I've written about this bit before- the bit where I gave him my number.

But then he didn't call.

That doesn't say much for his manners, does it?

It wasn't like I was waiting by my phone, though, because that's never going to be my style. I was out with my friends, running races, climbing mountains, and all the other things I usually do. Plus, Boston came up this past weekend, and that was a lot of fun; he climbed a mountain with me, and we did a bit of swimming and mini-golf, and had a super fun dinner with my friends. That was a belated birthday celebration. Jess even made me a cake shaped like a soccer ball.

But I digress.

I like spending time with Boston, and, of course, HIS manners are impeccable. But, you know, I used to think- and our mutual friends think- that we're very similar people, and now I realize there are some glaring ways in which we're not. The superficial stuff is all the same: we're runners, we play and watch a ton of sports, we like to travel, we're nerds for art and history. Even some of the more meaningful stuff- like an unwillingness to settle down in traditional fashion- is the same with us. But I see more and more that, in his case, that unwillingness doesn't come from a free-spirited nature, but from having no idea what he wants.

I don't know why that was so much more obvious these past couple days than it was before, but there it is. And, goodness, does it make us different. It's not going to stop us from being friends and travel buddies, of course; it's just an observation.

Speaking of the travel... I emailed Coach Peter after Germany won the World Cup because that's his team and I wanted to say I was happy for his sake. He emailed back to thank me for chatting soccer all month, and hoped I was going to enjoy the rest of my summer. I assured him I would, since I'd be traveling soon- following the ICC matches south to Miami. It struck me that it was something most people would've done a little earlier- hit the road to follow a team, a band, a whatever... The time for that is college, or shortly thereafter, isn't it?

But I guess I'm doing a lot of things on a delay: the travel, the free-spirited life, the resulting debt on my credit card, the silly flirtation with boys who never call... I didn't have the time or the inclination for it earlier- because Sibling was at war, and there wasn't much room for fun while that was happening- but now... Now I'm making up for lost time, maybe. Or maybe I'd have always done this stuff on my own time. I don't know. But it's all good.

July 9, 2014

So today is my birthday.

I'm not really celebrating until the weekend because that's when my friends who aren't teachers actually have free time, but Sunshine and Tiny took me to lunch because they're going to watch NASCAR this weekend (really). We got up to our customary banter, so that was lots of fun. And then there was the World Cup (my wish was for both teams to lose, so I suppose a scoreless draw until penalties was the closest thing I could get), and there were lots of lovely Facebook posts to read (good for the soul, that is), and even the Google Doodle got in on the well-wishing.













How fun is that?

So, yeah. I watched sports, goofed around on the Internet, and generally lazed about this afternoon. I ran a nasty 5k last night- Trails Tuesdays!- so lazing was just fine by me. The race was so humid and muddy, but so awesome, and my runner buddies all agreed that running it was a good way to say goodbye to the old year.

It was a good year. But I think I'll like this one, too.

I've spent a lot of time these past few days reflecting on things because I have a brain that doesn't shut up and that happens. But it means I've come to a few more conclusions than the fact that I enjoyed this past year of my life. I've generally enjoyed the whole journey, bumps and all, because I'm in a really awesome place right now. I can't articulate how it feels to know that- because, I mean, everyone has times when they question the path they're on, no matter how happy they are, and I've written before about the pressure I've sometimes felt to make choices other than the ones I've made- so I just love how... solid... I feel right now.

I've been learning, too. I was at my dad's last weekend, and that did end up being good because it's easier to go back now, and I got to see Sibling and his family, and the effort my dad put into throwing a birthday celebration for me was so unexpected. It reminded me that I have a father who would give me the world, and it's all right if he doesn't always know how; he still tries.

I haven't been nearly grateful enough for that. So that's something to improve upon in this next year of my life.

I think that's my goal, in general, with each passing year: improve. Become a better version of me. As long as I'm doing that, it's going to keep being good.

July 3, 2014

Holy shnikes, there's a storm out there! I'm curled up in bed, hoping my power doesn't go out, and various neighborhood idiots are shooting off fireworks down in the park. God love my northern town and its absurdity. 

Also? Everything is flooding. I'm on the high ground and all, so this doesn't effect me much, but I bet there are some tourists down by the river who are not happy. 

Oh, and it's going to be a fantastically muddy fourth tomorrow! Awesome.

My current Independence Day plans involve obsessive World Cup watching (because doing something Ann Coulter hates is TOTALLY my patriotic duty) before I go take in the local festivities. I'll have to call it an early night since I'll be driving to my dad's on the 5th, but I'm all good with that. Mostly, I just want to see the fireworks and watch my buddies take part in a hotdog eating contest. What's not fun about that?

Jury's out on whether the 5th is going to be fun, but I'll write about that when it happens, I guess.

July 1, 2014

I went to the doctor and confirmed that I am still, in fact, asthmatic.

But at least this new doctor appreciates my sense of humor about having to confirm that. And- bonus!- she's a runner, too, and therefore understands that I am an athletic freak of nature.

I ran my best race of the summer tonight while the USMNT was battling to get an equalizer against Belgium. I saw the final ten minutes of the match, sitting on the curb by the finish line with one of my former athletes- a soccer player who found track when he was a junior and never gave it up (he's having one heck of a collegiate career now)- and, ugh, wasn't it a heartbreaker?

I'm proud of the USMNT, though. They left it all on the field.

I'll bet it still stings- losses always do- but I hope they're eventually proud of what they accomplished. You kind of have to get to that point with what you do as an athlete, or else it just eats at you, and that wrecks you for future competition.

Not sure exactly who I'm going to cheer for now. I like the Belgian team and their dark horse ways- and how class is it that Vincent Kompany tweeted respect to Tim Howard after the match?- but I can't root too hard for the team the knocked my country out. Colombia's got a fantastic story, and I'm all for them knocking Brazil out of the competition. And there's Germany, who ought to win, given how talented they are. They haven't looked so great lately, though.

Boston and I are going to watch the final together, whoever plays in it. He's coming up that weekend for my birthday, so that'll be fun.

June 30, 2014

Today was a pretty awesome day. Jess invited me to go on a mini beach trip; she took her son, her sister-in-law took her son, and one of our former students came along as a sitter. It was a perfect day for it because it was hot in town, but out on the water there was just enough of a breeze to keep it bearable.




















We swam, we lounged, we played with the kids, we ate junk food from the camp store... and we quickly made plans to do it all again soon. Summer has come on strong- fitting after such a long winter- so we ought to have a lot of good days for it. 

I got home in time to watch the Algerian soccer team hold Germany at bay for ninety minutes. I actually emailed Coach Peter to ask if he was still breathing; his response included a lot of exclamation points. Luckily- for his health and all- the Germans scored in extra time and made it through to the quarter finals. 

The US plays tomorrow. If I'm stuck at the doctor's office and miss the start of it, I will be pissed. It's not an appointment I can cancel, though; they won't refill my asthma meds unless I go in because it's been a year. I get it, I do, but at the same time I think it's ridiculous because it's not like I was miraculously cured since they last saw me. Meh. 

Sucks to my ass-mar.

Anyways. I'll watch the game, and then I'll tear myself away from it to go run. Priorities. 

June 29, 2014

I've been bad at writing, haven't I? I always think I'll get so much written during the summer, but then I get distracted by other things. In this case? Shiny things, running, and the World Cup.

It is absolutely chaos that I have a race to run on Tuesday. The USMNT plays at 4:00. The race is at 5:30. I may spontaneously combust or something.

I'll certainly be wearing some red, white, and blue gear when I step to the starting line.

I'd bag it, but I think this is going to be my first good race of the summer. The last two have were awful because I ran despite the pollen warnings. My breathing's been much better lately, though, and I've actually felt good in training. My knee's being dodgy, but I ice it and that seems to be enough. So, y'know, cue the "I believe" chant and let's see what happens.

There's also a chance this guy will be at the race, but that's a whole situation... I don't even know. I didn't know last time I wrote an entry either.

I'm just gonna leave it alone.

I've got to head down to my dad's place in a few days. Sibling and his family are visiting, and Dad decided he wants to have a big family get-together, celebrate Sibling's promotion, my upcoming birthday, and Independence Day all at once. I know it'll be good to see my family, but I don't have it in me to be thrilled about going. I feel ungrateful about that, but I've written before about how strange it is to go back to that house now. Apparently, I'm still not over it.

Anyways. That's writing for another day.

I found this on Youtube earlier and I can't stop listening to it:




I'm not entirely sure what's catching me so much about the lyrics. Maybe it's that I'm in a similar place, thinking about where I come from and what it means. Like I said, though, it's writing for another day. I'll do it when I've got the words.

June 25, 2014

It's summer.

Everything ended quietly today; we had a faculty meeting in the morning- and I had to present some work, which was decidedly unfun, but I survived it- and then dispersed to department meetings. My department head is retiring, so, really, our meeting was just a farewell gathering. He passed the gavel (yes, there's a real gavel) on to the next department head, thanked us all, and everyone got a little emotional.

My first department head died during my first year teaching (heart attack- horrendously tragic), so this one had huge shoes to fill, and he did it... And I can't imagine working for anyone else, really. I was a KID when I started; I feel like he's seen me grow up, and he's been my mentor. He's been everyone's mentor.

It was a big goodbye.

Afterwards I wrapped up my packing, made sure everything was locked, and left. Jess and I went shopping; she needed a dress to wear to a friend's wedding and I needed cute slip-on shoes to wear with all my sundresses when I'm traveling this summer. After we found that stuff, we joined a lot of our colleagues at one of the local restaurants to celebrate the end of another year.

That was pretty fun. There's a bit of a situation, though; I can't even really manage the details. Basically? There's a guy I think might be interested in me, and there's another girl who thinks he's interested in her, so... someone is misreading the situation. It's all very ridiculous and serving to remind me why I usually can't be bothered. Heh.

My high school cross country coach said it to my teammates and I back in the day: boys are bad.

Whatever, though. It's not going to spoil my fun.

There's a ridiculous World Cup match on tomorrow and I have nothing else to do besides watch it, but apparently Jurgen Klinsmann would've written me an excuse note if I did have to work. Which is awesome and hilarious. USA! USA! USA!

And, oh man, the emails I've been sending Coach Peter about this game... It's like being back on the bus and bickering with him about everything just for the heck of it... It's FUN.

I'll be out of talk when the game actually starts, though. I almost won't be able to bear it. It's going to be ridiculous.