Now that's Entertainment!
I am obsessed with my entertainment book. I am already planning my orgy of savings. Check out www.entertainment.com For example my Star of India dinner tonight will be 1/2 off. Lovely, lovely savings.
Actually I'm bored out of my mind which probably accounts for my blathering about coupons. I would be ready to go back to work were it not for the fact that I haven't done a thing I am supposed to do in order to start work on Monday. What I have accomplished is I've read 7 books and watched a lot of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Law and ORder. (Miss you Jerry)
I just finished The Eyre Affair by Jafford Fforde which is a must read for any literary snob, or even those who simple like Jane Eyre or Douglas Adams. Wonderful time traveling, book changing, dodo petting, secret agent shooting stuff.
I am supposed to be doing a unit on media awareness, but my laziness has really overcome me these past two weeks. I did get pants today which I consider a step in the right direction. I even look like I have a butt in these which is quite an improvement on my last pair of jeans. I suppose my malaise has had a positive effect after all.
Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and I have finally found something worthy of my time. We are going to a comdey show shindig which promises champagne and treats. I like treats.
Toby is looking at me with huge, pathetic eyes. As he hasn't farted on me in hours and I haven't begun profusely bleeding, I think we shall go for a walk.

Yahoo! News - Jerry Orbach of 'Law & Order' Dies at 69

Sniff. No more "doing, doing" I'm going to turn on TNT and watch a few episodes in his memory. Dennis Farina cannot hold a candle to you Jerry.

Bubbles
We had a lurvely Christmas vacation, but now I am ready to get back to work and going a tad stir crazy. For our wedding Jen and Jay got us a gift certificate to a bed and breakfast in Fredericksburg, and we finally went down there. There were two rooms in this little cottage--a bedroom and a bathroom. I think the bathroom was actually a little bit bigger than the bedroom. ANyway, it has this huge multi-person jacuzzi tub which was all built up in this stone thing. We were there one night and used it twice. The bed was also the biggest bed I've ever seen in my life. Much fun. We also had a good time with my fam up in Dallas. A white Christmas even. The only bad part was we only got to spend about 24 hours up there before turning around to be with E's parents on Christmas night. We also stopped to see my student who is actually doing fairly well---as well as someone can be who just had their back broken in 4 places. Poor baby.
I am sulking about New Year's Eve. We have no plans, and things never really go like they are supposed to on that night anyway. It's this hyped party night, and it usually isn't all that fun. I know I should be planning something cool, but frankly, I think we might just get some champagne and stay home and make a huge dinner or something. It could be worse.
Toby is sitting by my feet, farting. I think I need a gas mask. God he's a gaseous beast.

Blood of Human Kindness
I just went to walk Toby, and when I was about 1 mile from my house, my nose started to bleed profusely. Now, I never carry kleenex, so I just stood for a few minutes bleeding on myself before beginning the long walk back. After several minutes, I began to resemble an extra from some cheesy horror movie, yet I kept walking valiently homeward. Finally, some kind sould picked Toby and I up and drove us home. Thank you strangers who picked up a really freaky looking bleeding girl and her pommeranian. Bless you.

Still no update on Sarah.

No Pleasing
There really is no pleasing me. It's only my second day of vacation, and I'm already bored out of my mind. I would actually gladly go back to work.
Tomorrow things should pick up because I"m on my way to Frederickeburg for a romantic interlude with the hubby before heading up to Dallas to see the fam for Christmas. I plan to climb Enchanted Rock to prove that I still have my mojo despite feeling horribly out of shape and gross. That being said, I've lost 7-8 pounds recently for no good reason. I blame menopause.
I just read two Laurie R. King books: A Darker Place and some bookk about a Fool. Very interesting. It makes me want to go back and get a degree in relgion to really, truly follow her at times. I like the concept of the Fool's movement, and I wonder if such a thing did indeed exist. I like the idea although I cannot think of a thing more unlike me. For awhile in grad school, I really wanted to research the circus, and to join for awhile in order to write my thesis. I almost did it too, but I got mired down in Austin. Still, spectacle intrigues me.
A student has surgery today, and I am extremely worried about her. So much is at stake, and she is such a sweet girl. I'd better leave the house before I am driven mad by worry. Toby looks like he's up for a walk.

Do Ya Kennit?
Eric is away and I am growly.
I have been reading nonstop though--first the amazing Dark Matter trilogy by Phillip Pullman which is delicious, and now Stephen King's Song of Susannah. I'm a sucker for the whole Dark Tower thing.

*Disclaimer to anyone reading in the North--I am about to complian about the cold* But really, it's TExas and I cannot feel my hands. I came close to death during carpool duty today.

I'm losing my voice just in time for vacation. Brillant plan, no?

Growl. Growl. Growl.

Moan, Whimper
i finally went to the gym again after a prolongued absence. I cannot move. I was going out to dinner with Petey afterwards, and I almost fell over as my knees gave out. It was fun and games. I dread getting up tomorrow. Still, I feel better than I have in a long time.
That being said, I have officially ran out of holiday cheer, and it is only December 7th. The Christmas Pagent at school is the bane of my existence. Bah Humbug! We have to rehearse for this stupid thing 3 hours a day every day, and it disrupts all of my classes. I thought students are here to learn, but apparently it is to play handbells and sing ridiculous songs. And I hate handbells. I've never heard a less melodic form of music. It reminds me of too many horrible Christams Eve concerts at church up in Dallas. That and of Poe--the banging and the clanging of the bells, ect.
Actually the thought of Poe's magestic gloom lifts my spirits.

Spirit
I had a great day teaching today. I had the kids listen to Handel's Messiah and write down what it made them think about. They came up with the most unbelievable ideas and thoughts, although the common theme is that I am insane for running around trying to conduct a c.d. It was one of those moments that make up for not being paid. I even got them to jump up and down and sing along.
This week has been very off because we have to spend about 3 hours a day practicing for this ridiculous Christmas play which they are preforming next week. I have heard the smae songs over and over and over. I also discovered that I am allergic to the angel's wings, so I have been sneezing all week. I hope being allergic to angels will not affect me detrimentally later on.
We are having a late birthday part tomorrow which will be a nice way to unwind. I need to revel in my agedness.