Spring Break...??

For the past few days, blogging has definitely not been on my mind. This week is Clemson's spring break, which means I did not have class on Monday or Tuesday. One might think this is cause for celebration, possibly even relaxation. But no! Not around this house. Two nights off from class means two more nights attending ball games. If that's not enough to keep us on our toes, we'll thrown in a trip to Greenville to visit my husband's mother in the hospital. What a lovely break! With four baseball games, coping in-laws, two homework assignments (which I still have to do, even though it's spring break, because I'm "that" student), and my first official 5K race on Saturday, this is anything but a break.

Our school district's spring break isn't for another three and half weeks. Without a day off since MLK day, I'm beginning to lose my sanity. Whoever scheduled spring break so late this year... well, let's say I'm unhappy.

And this "super"moon, I can't even describe its effects on student behavior. I am seriously hoping it's just the moon and not spring fever so soon. I can handle a phase, but not spring fever-- that lasts until the end of school. That's still nine weeks away.

Overwhelmed doesn't describe it. How do I cope? Blogging. A necessary priority.

Great Sadness

I have been mourning all week the loss of my Clemson class ring. Although this may not seem to be important to some of my colleagues or readers, I have LOST it. Not "misplaced it" or ... "I can't find it"... it is GONE. I know this because I watched it go down the toilet.

"How?" you might ask...
The ring was in my pocket. I reached to flush, and I heard the slight ding of metal in the ceramic bowl. Frantically, I tried to stop it, but let's be honest: there's no turning back once you've pushed the handle. Sheer panic. Our overly caring maintenance guy at school even called the plumbers to see if they could retrieve it by removing the toilet from the wall. Nope. Evidently, we're working with extreme flushing power.

It is LOST, as in gone forever. Of course I can order a new one, but it would always be a replacement. Not to mention the price of gold right now is absolultely outrageous! My husband said he would help me buy a new one for my birthday in August. A slight glimmer of hope.

My biggest fear: singing the Clemson alma mater at a football game with a bare right hand. What will I do when all the alums raise their hand and gently wave ... "O'er the mountain height..." ???

Lack of Motivation

After two nights of sitting in class and an afternoon of coursework... listening to the calming sounds of this monsoon on the school's tin roof... I am suffering from a severe lack of motivation. To do anything.
I haven't exercised since Sunday because of class, and I desperately need some cardio today. I haven't been home to clean, and the winter-coat-shedding our lab/dalmatian is doing is more than obvious. But blah! This weather makes me want to sit on my comfy couch in my warm living room and watch mindless television episodes I've missed over the past few days while staring out at the pond forming in our back yard.
Hopefully, with a boost of this Monster drink, I will at least go get the garbage can off the curb. Maybe. Dinner will be the next challenge.

March Already?

March. Month 3 of 2011. I guess I'm just getting old, but time seems to be going by so much faster than it used to. Already, I'm supposed to be in the third month of my resolutions. Hmpf-- my sound effect for self-assessment. I have managed to successfully run a 5k outside, today in only 29 minutes. (That may seem like a tortoise pace to some, but for me, it's like neck-breaking.) I must admit, I'm quite proud of this feat. My budget-- still under construction.

I am also pleased with my progress on being a more thoughtful person. Although it's difficult to do everyday, I have been working to do nice things for others. Simple things... giving up my seat at lunch, speaking kind words about someone's outfit, buying a book for a friend's baby... etc. Yesterday, I got up early and made my husband's traditional pre-game meal-- two peanut butter and honey sandwiches. Not my personal snack of choice, but he is a baseball coach. Anyone who knows baseball players or coaches must recognize their extreme belief in and dedication to game day superstitions. He has been eating two of those sandwiches before every game as long as I've known him (about 8 years). Crazy. I would be so sick of them, but I guess that's what superstition is about.

We've made progress around our house this week. I worked last weekend, despite two ball games in less than 24 hours... where I am now in charge of running the concession stand..., to paint my dining room. It's annoying how when you finish one of those kinds of projects, it makes you notice the flaws in other rooms. Serious domino effect. At least I'm motivated...