Default...

I am lovingly entitling this "default" because I think all bloggers can fall back on this blog when they don't know what to write about. It's the ol' random things/observations/incidences/news blog. So without further uh-doo (yes I know there's a correct spelling for this but,,,,):

*This weekend is the second marathon of my life. People ask me if I'm nervous. I respond by saying I'm nervous because I'm not nervous. True story.

*Phebe and Rubix Cube are coming to support. I don't know what I'm more excited for, them or running 26.2. There in lies the problem. I can't just put the running to the side. 

*I will officially be taking my temporary curtain rod decorations down and giving them over to Ruby. I bought Ruby 4 things: 2 shirts and 2 pants, and I loved them so much and it made me think of her so I hung them up in my room. "Sickly obsessed," I've been called. I'll take it.

*I've been growing out my fingernails. I have a love-hate relationship with long nails. Well, FINGER nails to be specific. Long toenails are grosser than gross. So anyway, I hate them because I just don't cut the "girly" part enough, and crap gets in them, and I feel them against things. It's hard work. But then, like yesterday, I do something like point to a word while a cherub is reading and say to myself, "I am so girly and cool what with my long nails." So...anyway, I'm probably cutting them before the big race. They're too much.

*I'm planning a secret "mental health day" on Monday. HEY, I need my rest. I feel like it's a huge secret though; I made sure my sub plans were in, I'm making sure Tuesday is all set, and I'm still going to tutor in the afternoon, so I'm bringing everything I need for that with me Friday afternoon. I'm so stealth. 

*My roommate (not Abby, my literal, live-in-the-same-room roommate) told me yesterday that she is running the Boston marathon with a charity. And I'm so excited for her and she's REALLY excited. So excited that, upon getting back from my run yesterday, she followed me into the bathroom while I took a shower to talk to me about it and when I got out, she was sitting there on the toilet (lid down of course) studying her training program. I told her I was going to get changed and 10 seconds later she came into my room and asked me if I was ready yet to look at her schedule. I felt like she was a child at 5 years old, wanting to play a game with a parent without letting the parent settle down at home. Does that make sense? Well anyway, I felt quite claustrophobic. 

*My 8th grade tutee is running for student council president this year and is giving her speech today. I'm sorry, I mean she's rapping her speech today. I had nothing to do with it. But she made up her whole speech into a rap and I feel like a proud mom. I secretly wish I could beat-box behind her and wear cool sunglasses and a backwards hat but I guess that wouldn't go over well. Dangit. Well anyway, she rocks.

*Yesterday one of my tutees was absent and right after that period is my lunch period. You know what I did? I rocked out 14 math reports. And earlier that day, during gym, the gym teacher let me do my gym reports while he supervised the class. Well, anyway, it was a great day. Thank you, William, for being sick, and Bill, for supervising. Reports. Are. Done. Well...until January, that is....

*It's 6am now, when my alarm was originally set for so....I have to go. But I'm starting to see a pattern with my blogging, which I'm not sure Abby is a fan of because, well, it's always in the middle of the night or early in the morning, when I have nothing to do but am awake, when I feel the optimal blogging time is. The keyboard is loud. Sorry Abby.