It is MAY!! Glorious, beautiful, long awaited MAY!!
Renaissance Faire attendees, second only to emo asshats in groups of people I love to make fun of. In the interest of full disclosure I must add that one of my best friends owns a cloak and collects dragon figurines *eyeroll* May means the following things in RBRland: (No. 1 won't mean anything to you if you are not a teacher or in education, so my apologies to those of you that got a real job out of college)
1. April is over. Halle-fucking-lleujah. Statewide testing, AP testing, students tired and over it, teachers tired and over it, teacher evaluation reports and meetings are due, department goal setting assessment and reports are due, the annual mad dash by special education to complete IEP's (individual education plans) on students that you have had in your class all fucking year, yet decide now it is crucial to get a plan for how to teach them. *eyeroll*
All of this makes April the longest 30 days of the school year. "Hey April, don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out! See you on the next trip around the sun!"
2. Long days with lots of sun. I can actually work out after school without having to race the kids out of the parking lot at the end of the day or running at the track since it is the only lit place around and I REFUSE to run at the gym. (ok, I also refuse to JOIN a gym, but I digress...) I live in California for Christ's sake. There is NO reason to run on a treadmill. Ever.
"It is beautiful day outside of my multi-million dollar home that overlooks the water. I think I will hop on my treadmill for a workout and look out the window at it!" My mood improves with the longer days and the winter funk lifts. I wish I was not so affected by the shorter daylight, but I am. May is usually when I start to feel more like me more of the time.
3. And, dear friends, (especially those in education) you know what is after MAY?
JUNE
Hells to the yeah!
April Stats: (Haven't posted one of these in a while. Of course, I haven't had anything worth a shit to report in a while)
Run: 48.7 miles
Bike: 164 miles
Swim: 0 miles (I know, you are stunned, Whatever. Swimming sucks ass)
Wt. loss at Jenny Craig: 10 pounds
Hubby update:
He is doing well on the hormone therapy. He has had some fatigue, a little temperature regulation issues, and some mood swings, but I have yet to find him wearing my negligees, eating chocolate chip cookie dough out of the tube, so we are going to call it good so far.
Next week we should find out when his surgery for the radioactive seed placement will be.
Saturday Run: 8 miles
LA Run Buddy and me at the Bay overlook at Baylands. Perfect day for a run. Prom tonight. Oh joy. I give thanks to the sweet baby Jesus that I am NOT the advisor for the goddamn thing this year, nor am I am official chaperone which means that when the shit gets funky, and it WILL get funky, I get to tell an official chaperone and then say, "Good luck with that. Peace out."
19 comments:
Can I just say FIRST!1!
Can I also just say that I am happy for you (because you're a sweetheart and deserve to keep the love of your life with you for decades and decades to come) that the hub is doing well?
Seriously, girl, it brings tears to my eyes when I see that someone has found her soulmate as you obviously have and it reminds me of how lucky I am to have found Teh 'Bride and I just am soooo glad you found him and also, sister, that he found you! You are obviously meant to be together and and I just ... well, I just find your devotion so inspiring and touching. It is unique - as all love stories are - but also typical and therefore just inspiring to those of us who are in love and are there for each other over the long haul.
You and the hub just keep loving each other, sister, and keep us informed every step of the way because you MATTER to us!
ZOMG! I sound like a fucking GIRL!
Even so, sister, I bet you, with your scathing wit, won't give me a hard time over it! Because, yeah, sister, I love you TOO, and I hope you guys comes through this battle the same way Teh 'Dad did - smiling and saying FUCK YOU, cancer! YOU won't keep me away from the people I love!
Sorry if this is not the kind of comment you expected ... especially from me ... but I am, at heart, a sucker for the type of love story that you and the hub represent.
Love Ya Sister!
O .. also ... I LOVE Renaissance Fairs! Stop PICKING on them!
YOU SUCK!1!
(But ... still love ya!)
I think one of the few things I like better than the name of your blog (which cracks me up every time I see an update on the dashboard), is the mocking of 'emo asshats' and the renaissance-fair crowd. I'm right with you on both of those fronts. Great post, and I hope all goes well with your husband. Sending all the good mojo your way that I can.
"Honey, can you pass G the cookie dough? I think he is having a moment."
*wink*
I love you, man. I really, really do. Not only are you funny as hell, you have a great heart.
You have some lucky peeps in your life. Thank you for taking care of yourself so you can be healthy for them for a long, long time as well. *smooches*
Alright lovefest over...
Ren faire?! Dear God!
I would pay good money to see you in wool tights, playing a lute, and eating a 'medieval' funnel cake.
What are you going to tell me next, you are into the furry scene?
10 pounds? AWESOME! That's great girl. ;)
Glad to hear your husband is handling his treatment pretty well. I only pray for the best.
Furries ... Renaissance Faire Chix ... there's a difference? Six of one, half dozen of the other, sister! Don't believe me? Stop pruning your various areas (they didn't have Lady Gillette razors in the 16th century!) for a month or three and you'll get furry real quick, too. Don't scoff at braided armpit hair till you've tried it, forsooth! The potential bondage uses are myriad, because that stuff is stronger than the best nylon spelunking rope.
But always have a safe word. For you, I suggest: "Tranny!"
Glad to hear that things are going relatively well for your husband.
On another front, being married to a schoolteacher myself, I totally relate to the April to June references!
You always make me laugh...May life be good to you and keep you smiling.
LOL! You are hilarious. I am also in education, with adults. Even worse. So, I too want April to suck it and can't wait for June!
Have a great Sunday!
All this spousal grooviness is just making me wretch. Sure, your husband's dipping into the estrogen pool (brought to you by Lifetime television network) is a good thing, but LOOK what you did to Glaven! He's gone further estrogen-wise than Lifetime: Renaissance fairs!
Thank goodness this ungroomed sarcastic baadassss is single. And yeah, all the ladies out there are thankful for that, too.
Didn't go to my prom, of course. I say it's because I had chicken pox, but that's just an excuse. Partly it's because they had it in a place only large enough for 40 people (476 grads that year), but mostly because Vicki decided that was a good time to switch teams and go with her girlfriend instead.
10 lbs! get it woman!
real jobs suck. i'd much rather have the summer and christmas off... :) even if i had to put on my hippy dress and participate in a renaissance faire
Living in the Seirra Nevada part of Cali, I can attest to the fact that there is, indeed, SOMETIMES a need to run on a treadmill. I don't (cause those things are evil, I tell you, evil!), but we got maybe 6 inches of snow a few days ago. California my ass!
Ren fairs? Blech!
Glad to hear hubby's doing well . . . .
Spectacularly funny. I was going to make some snide remark on the May Day choice of photo RE: Renaissance Fair goers, but you got there first (being your blog and all).
I am happy your hubby is doing well. That is good news.
Hallelujah to longer days! Ok, not longer days, but at least to more sunshine.
Can I have hubby's cookie dough if he's not eating it????? And I'll gain the 10lbs you've lost!!
Your posts make me smile and giggle-and I love to giggle...I cant wait to see you again in SF-maybe I'll drag my fat ass up to Nor Cal before July to run with you and JoLynn....hmmmm
As for tutu's in SF-hell yes!!! Will pink work?? I'll have to start now since it will probably take me a few months to figure out how to make the damn thing so that it passes my Virgo perfection test!
Congrats on the 10lbs gone!
I remember the days of the IEP's with Jared. UGH, you can totally tell the teachers "hate" them!
Continued best wishes for you and the hubby.......
Great Post! I am glad to hear that your hubz is doing well on the treatment.
You are getting out there and getting things done. 10lbs is great!
G would love a RenCen Fair..full of creeps and fags eating huge turkey legs. Blech.
So glad hubs is fairing well.
Now get your ass to the pool or the lake or ocean, it's CA for Christ's sake!!!
Keep whispering sweet nothings to me and I may have to return early from my hiatus.
Because I want to show the world how easily I could find a gen-yoo-wine, non-photoshopped picture of you dancing around the maypole in Renaissance garb.
And by "maypole" I mean "penis"; and by "Renaissance garb" I mean "naked".
Hey, you're only one day behind Glaven in non-posting (better that than having him behind you, though, cuz you never know what he might be up to back there). Long enough of a break that I ended up trying to decide if LA Run Buddy's teeth are capped [I decided no. Unusually even, though.]
Of course, things on my blog are getting downright dull.
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