Sorry it's been so long since one of these things that most of you don't read. Oh my, how the time flies when you're having fun! Oh wait...am I having fun? It's 8:19PM on Super Bowl Sunday and I'm sitting in the same chair that I have gravitated toward for the past three weeks, every day, from about 8:00AM to 10:00PM to read thousands of pages and write even more for my classes...that is, if I'm not out of this chair, showered, dressed properly and professionally out visiting my student teachers in the surrounding county middle schools (thirty to forty minutes away) making sure they're not screwing up the future lives of middle school students in the grand ol' state of Georgia. Wow, that was a long sentence. Breathe now, Louanne, the period shall bring you relief. :)
I don't know if any of you have experienced what I'm about to describe since your college days way back when (except my friends Molly W., Ansley, Shannon S., Shannon H. and whoever else is a current 'stay-at-home' mommy), and if you didn't experience this during your college days, you need to go BACK to college and experience it. Or, I guess have a kid...Because this experience, it's pure ecstasy! I'm in this chair--the one mentioned earlier--in my "comfy" pants, big pink slippers, three-day-old t-shirt, glimpsing the TV (Prince is performing his half-time show with a SERIOUS hair-do....my GOD he's short! And seriously, the dude has not aged in twenty freaking years!) and the only time I've left this position today is to go to the bathroom, eat my two meals, and go to the gym for a serious "Body Flex" work out class. By the way, those girls are serious about what they do, aren't they? The ones who lead those classes...
I mean, I'm standing there at five o'clock in the afternoon on a Sunday, looking at myself in the mirror lifting weights that I don't want to be lifting, breathing harder than I want to be breathing, and wishing I was at home in my comfy pants, and merry-little-Melissa is chanting in her waaaay-too-cheery-micro-phoned-voice-over-voice, which we can barely hear over her aerobic chic rendition of "You've Gotta Fight for Your Right" mixed with some 90s tunes that I'm not familiar with right this second, "OK now, we're not going to stop doing these sets until I hear you say you're feelin' it. Come on ladies, let me hear your pain! I want you to YELL it when you've had enough!" And then she smiles and says a few more, "C'mon, lemme hear it! I'm serious....I need you to YELL!" motivators...
And she IS SERIOUS. She's THAT lady, the one who WANTS me to SPEAK while I'm doing this shit, or to act like I'm having fun; either way, she's an oxymoron of a cheery sadist! So now there's an uncomfortable silence in the room--especially from the three new-comer-biker-chic-lookin'-ladies who do not have ONE ounce of skin showing, due to their amazing bodywork in the field of tattoos--and these chicks are wearin' tanks and long shorts with chains hanging off the pockets--and finally one of them yells, "OK, this sucks! Now can we stop?" I wonder if we changed sets right then because merry-little-Melissa was afraid she was going to get her ass kicked after class if she didn't allow us to change what we were doing, or if it was just time to move on to shoulders and triceps...either way, I was over on the side laughing my love handles off!
So that wasn't the experience I wanted you all to recall from college. I was really referring to the chair, comfy pants, not getting up unless you had to pee or eat experience. Do you remember that? Well, yours truly has been living it every day for the past three or so weeks. I have left my house for the theatre, a few conferences, some classes, some observations of my student teachers, and maybe one or two meals. But other than that, here I sit. On my newly body-flexed butt, reminding myself that it IS important to shower. And that it IS important to use the phone once in a while. And maybe the importance of cleaning my surrounding area every other seventh day or so....but that last one's just a maybe....
And do you know WHY I've resorted to this behavior? I can tell you it's not because I'm so hungover I can't blink my eyelids, like back in the days of undergraduate studies....oh, no.....and it's not because "depression hurts here..." (anyone seen that cheezy ass commercial? Sorry if you've been diagnosed due to that commercial and I've just made you want to slit your wrists because of it)...no, no,
It's because of my new little love of my life that I told most of you about a few weeks ago. My kitten, Phoebe. I mean, who can leave the house with a precious jewel waiting for you at home every minute of every day? Who can study at a coffee house when you have a little fir ball waiting to climb all over you while you're reading the latest about reforming America's schools or writing a 20 page paper? Yes, this little creature has transformed me into...well.....a freaking......SLOTH! There is so much I could tell you about Phoebe, but I'm not going to be "that girl" who I recently saw a comedian complaining about because he was SO tired of hearing about his girlfriend's cat. Too funny!
I have to say, while my recent crush is in another country, my kitty has done wonders for me in the department of replacing men. I mean, she only seeks me out when she wants affection; she sleeps where she wants to; eats when and where she wants to; and whines when I'm not giving her enough attention. What more could I ask in a relationship substitute? It's normalcy; it's perfect! :)
As a long story becomes longer, school this semester is even better. It's "easier" because I get it now. I have the necessary files needed in my brain and I can read and read and read and then write a little. I'm starting cool research projects and meeting good people to know in my classes. I'm still happier than I've ever been in my life. (I mean, who wouldn't be when they get to hang out in comfy pants, dirty freaking t-shirts, and pink squishy slippers with a little fir ball hanging out with them ten hours a day?) I just wanted to check in and let you all know that I think football is grand. I mean, those guys REALLY deserve the 9 million they pull in a year for running up and down the field to entertain us all....I mean, they're MUCH more important than say....................oh, I don't know.............................educators?
Love to you all! I hope the Gators win the Super Bowl. juuuuuuuuuust kiddin' .............................................I'm not THAT dumb!
I really hope the Giants win....I love New York!
Take care, Hilary
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