what more can I say

sub sub subbing along at the bottom of the beautiful briney, slippery shiny, beautiful briney sea!!

hello friends and fellow bloggers. today I am writing from Mr. Cox's high school geometry class. substituting is a funny job. a lot of power that I don't necessarily feel responsible enough to handle.
subbing is a moral dilemma.
when I'm strict I feel like I'm betraying my younger self. I feel as though if she saw me now she would shake her head and spit her gum out at my shoes.
when I'm totally lax my sense of duty kicks me in the pants "they're not paying you to be a bum. show some kaputz!"

you'd think I could just middle ground it, but it's a hard line to walk when working with high school kids.
add to it that I think public education in general is dum. D-U-M. dum. I know that not everyone can educate their own kids. not all kids can educate themselves. there has to be some kind factory line to send the kids down. mass education. but I don't know, is this really the best we've got? there is so much busy work. there is so much silliness. I sat through years of it and didn't retain anything. what a waste. I could have been tending sheep. apprentice to a shepherd. be doing something with my life

this ship has sailed

I just found an old mission friend on facebook. we were good friends on the mission and saw each other a few times afterwards. It's been a while since we've talked and now I see that he's married. I keep seeing these guys lately. that are married. that I thought about giving a chance to and didn't. friends I flirted with, that flirted with me. who knows if it would have worked out with them, but I still feel some regret. A little worry I may be screwing up all my chances.
I've been telling people I wasn't interested in getting married since I was a little girl. that's half of the truth. the other half is more complicated. It involves a whole bunch of weird relationships, crushes, wishes, narrow escapes. It involves wanting to give my brothers a brother-in-law to play video games with. wanting to even out this female heavy family. It involves wishing I could just make what I have work.
some days I feel pretty optimistic about the situation. I go charging out like I'm leading a battalion on my horse. I flirt. I tweak out dates. I garner referrals. But it never takes long before I'm charging back the other direction. retreat! get the heck out of there.
I used to tell myself I could marry the Charles river. he's very attractive. fun during the day, romantic at night. you know the type. I don't know though. I don't think he'd be the best brother in law. at family functions he'd stand off by himself. get the wii all wet.

our moab race

this saturday mom and andrew and I went to moab for the canyonlands 1/2 marathon. in case the photos don't give it away, it was the most awesome, inspiring scenery I have ever run through. the first 11 miles were in Hall Canyon, running right alongside the river, with red rock towering over us. the weather was ideal--a little too cold in the morning while we stood around freezing waiting for the start, but besides that warmish, cloudy so we didn't have to battle the sun, which only popped out just after I finished racing.
mom and andrew did the 5 mile race, where andrew made awesome time and mom came in 8th in her age category!

I love racing. I love my pre-race grouchies and obsessions over what I eat. I love the middle of the race where my mind zens it, running in and out of other people's conversations, feeling completely free. the last mile or so where I become aware of how tired I am and I want to die. the final sprint with someone cheering me on. scarfing down bananas and rolls and whatever they've got at the post-race spread. battling lines to check my actual time. that crazy endorphin high. my sleep last night. my achy knees today. I love it!!!! I love it all.

I feel alive. really cool. and happy. who's up for battling the boston marathon next april? I've got a futon you can sleep on.

10 things I prefer

[snobby cats
watching people eat their boogers
a papercut
discovering a typo after you've printed off the final draft (on good paper)
chapped lips with ne'er a chapstick in sight
artificially induced wedgies
regular wedgies
when the roof of your mouth goes raw from too many bowls of sugar cereal in a row
a herd of deranged, rabid wildebeests
mail that won't come]

to teaching jr high

a little early a little late

this happy baby Charlotte was born last week. two weeks early, but not a second too soon (for me anyway).

Congratulations Jeff and Nicole. I love you