Things I Love Today:

drive-through pharmacies

calendars

potato salad with extra salt

my couch

my air conditioning

sideways hugs

2 pm

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Things I want to do more:

sleep
swim
lay in the pool
sleep

Things I don't want to do anymore
put on pants
clean toilets
pay bills
think of what to make for dinner
feel guilt about food storage
evaluate cellulite
wonder about book
listen to Kelly Clarkson
read TV guide

Things I do want to do more
whatever I want
go on walks with Baby
make stuff
make stuff and actually finish what I'm making
feel good about myself
feel good about how I'm taking care of my family
run
swim
bike
eat popcorn
read the scriptures
let me garden grow
laugh
make another book
see Winona

Things I Don't Want to do Anymore

Grocery shop

Fill up car with gas

Refill prescriptions

Walk up stairs

Wake up at 5

Answer my students' questions

Make dinner

Any errands

I can't believe you'd never read VS. I will always love that book. I love the description of their bathroom, the obsession the boys have over that family, the dysfunction of the parents...and I especially love the party in their basement, and the final scene where one girl is dangling in the basement and it describes her shoes. So So So So morbid but sort of funny, too. I guess fascinating is a better word. I want to be in their neighborhood spying on them, too. Real life is never that interesting.

I like reading books with you. It's like we live close to each other but then not really at all.

Monday morning when I drove away, I daydreamed of the day I won't be driving to work at 6 am but starting on a walk with my baby in its Bjorn instead. Sigh.

Lamest excuse to see the nurse (as of today):

"I just stuck my pencil into my skin and now my hand's gone numb. I think I have lead poisoning. Can I go to the nurse?"

Me: "Sure, take your time."

Mostly because that kid is a pain the butt anyway so I won't mention I've seen this trick or that pencils are no longer made out of lead.

I loved having you both here, too. I wish you lived closer. I'll tell you when a house is up for sell nearby.

Maybe your house is a confetti house because you used all your energy cleaning mine.

I have to admit it: I have read The Virgin Suicides. I read in in what, like two days? I started and that was it. There was NO turning back. I even skipped some paragraphs just to get to the end.
I'm not sure why.

Why?

I am now determined to finish the Book Thief ahora (that means NOW in Spanish--at least it used to). Also, me gusta nadar. Also, things are scattered around my house like confetti. I am the confetti house.

Why?

Baby and I want to say thanks for letting us come to your graduation. We also want to thank the people of Las Vegas and especially those of the UNLV graduating class of 2007. It was a special weekend for us (really and truly).

I'm worried about silly things. RU?

You need to take Book Thief back to the library because you're finished or because you need to renew it? I have about 100 pages left. It made me cry today while I was reading. The part about the Jews walking through town and Hans. And then Max. I keep wondering how it will end.

Sorry you're in depression. I have felt like that in spurts throughout my pregnancy. The last spurt was the last five days. Finally today I went swimming and the water made me feel light and skinny and weightless. Maybe you're depressed because you're intuitively eating.

Three things that are important about Mr. J today:

1. He sneezed on me and I felt something wet land on my arm.
2. He raised his hand and asked if he could do his research project on religion because, "I was an explorer of religions back in the day..."
3. He asked if he had to do his powerpoint project on a computer.

One thing I need to say about Dojo Ed (the one with three girlfriends at his dojo):

1. Today when a couple boys started teasing him for saying "Hoooo-ahhh" in class (I guess that's some military thing) he told them they were just jealous because they weren't joining the Wolf Pack this summer.

The lesbians from 7th period are permanently separated.

We start reading Speak tomorrow.

I love you and can't wait to see you and the baby.

I think I'm in depression. Not sure but I can't seem to do anything other than sort of get up in the morning and sort of go running and sort of walk around and sort of clean the house and sort of fold the clothes and sort of watch baby roll over and over and over and sort of watch TV on the internet and not even sort of write.

I don't know if he's hungry.
Cam just asked me and I said I don't know.
He probably is.
He looks cute. He laughs. I'm tired.
I am writng this with my head on the floor. NOt even looking at the screen. I am amzing. Is this the kind of hting peole do when they are in depression?

I need to take the Book Thief back to the library but I haven't picked it up in a week and now I owe money and I hate getting the oil changed in my car and I'm going to do a square foot garden but I don' know how. I am aznnoying.