Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Turn Around

Tonight there was an eclipse. I didn't see it. I don't think I could see it. Perhaps had I actually gone outside, I might have been able to see it.

Instead, I stayed inside. I did, however, sing a tribute to Bonnie Tyler and had a total eclipse in my heart. About nine years ago, gasp, I was on Christmas break during my first year of college. I was skiing in Switzerland with Dear Kelly. I have some recollection of too much wine, too many Christmas cookies and a homage to Bonnie Tyler.

I have been known to pick up a gavel and sing a bit of Bonnie to my students at the beginning of class. What they figure out very quickly is, if they do anything other than smile, I begin the song over again and repeat it in its entirety.

Dear John and I are going out Friday and Saturday night, a birthday party is sandwiched in between on Saturday afternoon. Why is it, though, that the preparation of going out almost superceeds the actual going out? In order to leave the house without the darlings, there have to be care-takers. This means that people other than the four of us will be in our house. In order for them to think I am not the worst house-keeper in the world, I must C.L.E.A.N. This is something that I do not relish. I know you think you don't relish it, but my cleaning ruins the lives of those around me. . . Another issue for another day.

Finally, the true reason I am here - Project Runway. I L.O.V.E. it. I can't seem to get enough of Chris and Christian this season. I am starting to pick up Timisms. I tell my students, "make it work." Who am I?

Although I do love it - I love The Real Housewives of Orange County more. I don't know why, exactly, I just know that I do.

Every morning I have great ideas - I will exercise, today. I will not yell, today. I will not have my obligatory yogurt and cheez-it snack before bed, today. I will go to sleep early, today, because Dear John is playing raquetball. Do I? No, and now, here we are. Awake, tired, tired of yelling, and not exercised.

Tally: - 0 for me, 4 for the world.

PS - how is it humanly possible that two small children can make such huge messes and in such little time? What, other than patience, could God be trying to teach me??