Are you kidding me? I LOVE school! Love it so much I want a PhD. Love it so much I want to do research and read and write all the time. And maybe teach also. I love it. I just finished a master’s in the spring of ’12, and I was working full-time while I was going, so I was pretty fucking tired when it was done. I was all geared up by the fall, though, and applied to eight PhD programs in social work for this fall.
Moon on the rise
I have heard this to be true about people, that the moon effects our emotions and actions like it effects the tides of the planet, and I never saw this so much as I have here working with my guys in the homeless program. It actually isn’t so much my guys, like, our regular members, as it is the people who come in for lunch, which is open to anyone in the community. During a full moon, people are more agitated.
Is the camera on?
As so many people before me, as I have gotten older, I have become way more comfortable in my skin and with who I am.
Oooh, too far.
Off limit humor! This is a great thing to think about today! Cohiba and I talk about this a lot. Or rather, his witty and smart ass makes a joke that’s maybe a little too far. When that happens, we have a special ritual. Continue reading “Oooh, too far.”
Je t’adore aussi
One particular smell that is dear to me for the memories is the perfume I’m wearing right now: J’Adore.
Shall I Really Say Never?
I’m very careful about saying “never again” to something because I hate eating crow. But, I’ve had several experiences to which I have said “never a-fucking-gain.” If it merits an expletive, I’m willing to go out on that limb that I might be wrong.
Satellites and Dreams
When I was a kid, I wanted to go to Mars! I was gonna be the first woman to land on Mars.
Now I’m a social worker, trying to lead my career into one of research and publication. It’s not even close to Mars, but what is the same is my aspiration to do research, to lead into new areas, and to be a daring Wonder Woman.
Bulleted Books
Jeananne knew she was ready for a change. She left the Pennsylvania farming community where she had taught for three years to return to her native Missouri, hoping to find a way to indulge her passion for food into something that would also feed her soul. She grew up in the dusty musky back room of her mother’s thrift shop, her vivid imagination nurtured among the fabric colors and textures as she found and made treasure out of things that seemed to have no value.
She began to nurse the idea of having a food truck, and did research into the possibility of it. She also scoured craigslist and looked at several trucks. One day, she found a house in a cool part of town, pretty affordable. Still indulging her imagination, on a lark, she checked it out. It was a small brick bungalow by a beautiful park and a fantastic Thai restaurant. On a lark, she talked to the bank about getting a loan. Just to see. She realized how much she would save by purchasing a home rather than paying rent. On a lark, she asked a friend to inspect the unit, then had it inspected professionally. She talked with friends and other trusted homeowners; making sure she did all she needed to do, crossed every T. She could barely sleep she was so nervous, so surprise by her own chutzpah.
This is not my life
Yesterday was particularly challenging here at work. I went downstairs, away from the eyes and comments of the clients, and cried. I was gloomy on the drive home. It was no fun.
I got home, and I made buckwheat crepes, my new favorite thing in the world. I took a long walk in the trees, read and imagined work I would do on my research. I cleaned my kitchen. I prepared veggies to make another kind of crepe in my dehydrator. I finished a chocolate shake from the freezer. This is my life. All the stuff from work, though it takes up so much of my day, is not my life. I have a life. The prying eyes and shady characters trying to hit on me are not it.
This is something I’ve been meditating on all evening and this morning, and it helps.
Being Thursday and almost Friday isn’t bad, either. 🙂
Alphabet Alliteration
Antelopes and anteaters aren’t always amicable,
basically bringing baleful “blessings” before bashing brother beyond brother.
Crafty cheetahs contemplate calming contagious crowds
despite dangerous daring despots.
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 