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| He spoke to them and He said:
This is what you shall do
Cut out a mustache of paper about the size of thy finger.
Tape it to thy television screen.
Watch Back To The Future.
When a face on the screen aligns with said mustache,
Thou shalt drink.
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| After 14 hours of driving on I-90, I am finally here! I am determined NOT to be held back by my bizarrely reliable chirstmas flu (best jew ever), so PLEASE do call/email/text and we'll get together! I'm here till the 28th or 29th! LOVES! | | |
| Possibly because of my homesickness, possibly something else, Toledo peeps have been making appearances in my dreams lately.
Mostly peeps I haven't seen or talked to in forever.
So far, the following have been spotted in my subconscious: Mo Cherry, Ann Wielfaert, Chris Rumpf, and Andy Windsor. What gives?
(note: I think all dream interpretation is bunk, but where is this shit coming from? I haven't seen Andy Windsor in maybe 6 or 7 years, and haven't thought about him in who knows how long..... Am I regressing???)
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| Winter bums me out something fierce.
I like winter, but I think the lack of sun really gets my psyche down.
Life is good out here... chugging away at work, trying to keep the house in order, that kind of stuff.
I've been thinking a lot about what I like about teaching, and if I want to stay where I am. I love working with autistic kids, but the bureaucracy, red tape, and overabundance of less than thrilling coworkers/working conditions leave me exhausted some days. I'd love to have a job that I look forward to going to every day. I think it's possible... Is it?
I've realized lately that my favorite thing of all my jobs is working on social skills and ethics with kids. I find those kinds of things have found a way into every job I've had- either through books I read to my kids when I taught art, "express yourself" projects with making their own postage stamps, or "chatting time" around the rocking chair when I student taught, or discussing the ins and outs of portrayals of An Native Americans in Indian in the Cupboard with one of my current little guys. I like it a lot. I find it inspiring, empowering, and incredibly rewarding. I'd love to do it as a job.
I guess I could be a youth minister, but that pesky old not-believing-in-god thing gets in the way there. I guess I could be a unitarian universalist youth minister, but first I think I'd need to attend more UU services. I don't know. Just some thoughts.
In other news, I'll be driving home for Christmas some time in late december. I don't have dates yet, but should be flexible and want to make more of an effort than years past to really get together with all of you lovely people I think about so often, but rarely see. Love to all of you, and hopefully I'll see you soon.
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| This is my church:
Sleeping in on a cold Sunday morning
bodies warm, soft, entangled beneath warm comforters
cool air, sun on the outside
we only conscious of dreams and the other
it is sooo good.
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