Best Laid Plans

Well, the wedding was a total bust. Facebook had server errors for the entire two hours, so I spent most of the time clicking on busted links. Fun.....NOT.

Plus, the dohickey to upload pictures to your profile was broken the entire day, so nobody could dress up in Phoon photos, so I got no wedding pics with Phoons in them. That was the entire purpose of the wedding -- to get everybody into Phoons.

*heavy sigh*

Oh well, Liana, my friend from Wisconsin, did get a pic of everybody trying to participate in the raid. Tool Time Tim, my MHA hubby, is in the center, doing a Phoon in front of an elephant. He had uploaded his picture earlier, so he's the only one in costume. I'm in the top row, second in from the left with my LivelyLibra picture on. The rest of the pics are people in my group; they showed up in full force and had fun killing my hubby the whole two hours.

Ok. Enuf of this.

On to real life: my hubby is talking politics and the economy, again, this morning. We are hopeful that the new administration will be able to sort this current mess out and save us from ourselves. Check out change.gov -- Obama's attempt to have transparent government.

The kids are doing well, son #1 is busy as ever, but we spent quality time at Thanksgiving, and will have a few days around New Years to hang out, so all is well there. Son #2 is having a grand time on his early Christmas present -- a brand new laptop computer.

And finally, school is going well. Haven't heard about the damn 08 books, but I'm prepared to deal with all the complaints....by ignoring the fuckers. Sign up for yearbook class, which currently has openings, to help us get the 09 books out the door faster.

And finally, I've been chatting still with Jedi and Pi, and they are still great great kids. Both kicking ass in college, but Jedi has really felt the pressure this semester -- cellular biology is one tough course, and a neurosciences degree ain't easy.

Ranae is doing well in school, too, and is a college newspaper photographer. But she wants to come back home next year and be closer to her boyfriend and family. . . she'll excel wherever she goes, so I'm not worried about her.

All in all, I'm not worrying....7 school days until our two-week Christmas vacation, or Winter Break to be more politically correct.

Bring it on.

Wedding Plans

I'm getting married, again. This is the fun of online games: one can play play play and have fantasy weddings and cut open heads and heal others with no guilt.

On my game (My Heroes Ability on Facebook) we have theme raids where peoples get all dressed up and we go and kick some ass. My wedding will be Saturday, and I've invited most of the active groups on the game, so we'll see if we get a large crowd.

I hope to get some screen-captured pictures of everyone dressed up with a Phoon photo....my future hubby, Tool Time, is a phooner too, and that's how we met. Then he introduced me to this addictive game, and the rest is history.

Ok. That's enough mumbo jumbo for today. It's colder than hell and I have to get ready for the day. Reality bites sometimes.

So, if you are confused, good. Just know that I'm turning into the biggest online geek this side of the Mississippi.

But, I'm combining reality with fantasy; I used photoshop to create this wedding invite -- all by myself! That's something I couldn't have done six months ago......so go me.

Dancing Nekkid

I've been doing a lot of nekkid dancing in chat rooms lately, and have been far too busy to blog.

Ok. That's crap. I have been hanging out in chat rooms, and I have been cavorting with young professionals from around the world. In these chat rooms, flirting sometimes happens. It's all innocent flirting, more like creative writing. Someone will slap someone around a bit with a large trout, then someone else will get sad and go off in the corner needing some cuddles. It's all very innocent and quite fun when you have a whole snow day to play.

I haven't been too busy to blog, more like too damn lazy. Plus, my head seems to be in a good place so I have very little to bitch about. I have a good anti-depressant cocktail now, thanks to the old shrink. My classes are all going very well, except for the continued technology problems that plague us.

The 2008 yearbook isn't in yet, but I'm hoping it will be here by Christmas break so all the college kids can come back and get theirs. If not, oh well, no sweat off my balls. See, I just don't seem to care...

/me dances nekkid in the corner.

See how much more fun it is to dance than it is to whine about real life?

Relationships

I need to become the love doctor.

Relationships are the heart and soul of my existence, as well as the bread and butter of my career. One thing I've learned about myself is that if my love life is in shambles, I can't function. I shut down -- space out -- give up. Luckily, my love life has been strong and solid for many many years now, and I rarely have to feel like that.

But my students are another story: they are in the experimentation phase of their lives, and love so deeply at that age that every break up seems like it's the end of the world. I have both girls and boys crying and aching after relationships end -- they can't function either. I counsel and I hug, but I can't truly help their heart aches, which hurts my heart at times.

Love. What a concept. I know of a doctoral program in San Francisco where I could get a Ph.D. in Sexuality....for a mere $12 grand. I keep thinking I need to write the penultimate teenage love novel, or a guidebook for teens to natigate their hearts better. Nobody talks about it, but it seems to be the guiding force in our lives.

Hmmmm. Maybe I have a future in that.

Dr. Bleu to the rescue....stay tuned.

For Chris

I have hope. Americans elected the first half-black president, which is progress. I cannot believe how overtly racist some Americans were during this election, and how fear and hate drove their campaign in the end.

I also have hope in my personal life. I had a health scare this week, starting when I mysteriously got dizzy and fell on my butt. It ended with a CT scan that turned out negative (which means I have NO brains, I think) and a diagnosis of a "virus" attached to my nerves. I'm taking icky medicine that makes me sleepy and have cotton mouth, but it's better than the dizzies.

We also put the damned 08 yearbook to bed this week, which is very very good. We will get it before Christmas break, I hope. I'm only the LAST yearbook to be published at our plant this year -- but I like distinctions like that. I'm the worst, the laziest, the most tardy yearbook in the land!

Next week is gonna be a bitch though: have parent conferences late on Monday, have deadline night for newspaper on Tuesday, and then an extended day of teaching on Wednesday. I'll be ready for turkey break fer sure.

Tonight I get to have the gray roots of my hair died, which is always fun hanging out with my Auntie Suzie. It takes her forever to do, but she is family so I'll give her my business as long as she has her shop open.

There, Chris....I blogged! Not too fucking exciting, but it's at least some progress...

We can always hope that I'll get off my lazy butt in the future!

14-hour days

When I wake up on newspaper deadline night, I fear the upcoming 14-hour day. But I know I'll have fun and time will fly, so it's basically a wash.

I like hanging out with the juniors and seniors who are on newspaper: they are a really eclectic group of students who are dedicated to this paper. They play too much and work too little most of the time, but that's to be expected. It's the play time that they'll remember years from now: and it's what helps me bond with them in a way that astounds me sometimes.

Plus, they end up putting out a pretty good quality newspaper, in spite of the occasional drama and in spite of the occasional tears. Journalism is an intense media -- and deadline night brings out the best and worst of some kids.

Ok. Time to get ready for the eternal day from hell. It's only the hours that make it so bad, plus the fact that the couch is gone and I won't get no chill time.

Oh well. The press must go on.

Goals Reached

I have been obsessed for the past six months with a goal. A goal to hit the magic level 80 on My Heroes Ability on Facebook.

This picture proves that i just achieved my goal this morning, after cutting open some heads.

The only problem is that many of my group members get bored after they reach 80 and group hop. I am not going to group hop, I am going to stay a Spirit -- the second most feared group on the game.


As stated previously, /me is a big geek. But it's fun to reach goals. Now if I could just get the yearbook done from last year, things would be good.

Priorities.