flightless hag

A chronicle of the adventures of birdwoman: a lonely, talentless freak who wanders the internet in search of entertainment.

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I'm a 40-something married white female, survivor of weight watchers, avid reader of pulp. Dogs (not cats), extreme right (handed, not politics), ENTJ, alto, wanna-be knitter.

October 23, 2010

Too Much Wine?

It's Saturday night. I'm drinking a really good chianti. Pardon me if I wax poetic, or alcoholic, here.

I've been sorting the house all day. My beautiful friend Missy gave me boxes of clothes for my boyos... and I've been sorting and washing and packing up to pass on the gravy to my niece and her two boys. I love hand me downs!

Autumn has been wonderful so far.

John got a job. It's in Joisey, which is unfortunate, but otherwise is a prayer answered in a positive way.

I've had all sorts of crazy moments at school, but overall have had quite a good start to the year. I'm teaching two different courses, one of which I've never studied in my life. Every weekend I have to come up with 1/2 of a lesson plan (the other teacher hasn't taught it b4 either). From scratch. I'm also doing all the notes in PPT, which is not useful for the kids, but is a skill for me. It's also a lot of extra work. Which is why I never am in here. I'm not in FB anymore, either. I've been slammed, but in a good way.

We celebrated our 15th anniversary this year. 15th. Seems more like 30. Ah, well. I'm turning 40 this year. Gonna have to figure out how to change my blogger profile! 30-something not much longer!

I've started an experiment of not watching TV. I've watched about 2 hours of tv since school started. I don't miss it.

I'm not sure where the time is going. It's practically November. I don't remember September or October. Is this what happens when you get old? Or just when you drink a glass of chianti?

If I start singing, I'll know I've channeled my mother.

Speaking of channeling, the Moth has, I believe, channeled my father. For the longest time, I had no idea who he was like. He's social. That's not John or me. He's musical - that's both of us. He's mathematical, which is me. But then, there's the fact that he's athletic. He's big time into sports, and has picked up rollerblading without any influence from anyone - just a found pair of blades.

And he likes to cuss.

We caught stinky trespassing on the local railroad tracks - yes, I have more white hair now. But he anted up and I don't think he'll do it again.


and now the dinner bell is ringing. See you again at christmas!



Blogger dmarks said...

Have a good dinner!

October 29, 2010 9:49 PM  
Blogger birdwoman said...

I'd tell you whether it was good, but I can't remember. I blame the chianti.

October 30, 2010 6:56 AM  

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