3-in-1 jobs blog

so my blogging is getting to be sort of like the way i keep a journal...sporadic to the point of rare. that means it's catch up time.

new job - this fall i will be starting my new job as a math teacher at danville high school. SCARY!!! i'm going to be a traditional (ok maybe not) teacher and do all those things that "real" teachers do. omg.

"new" job - this past friday i got a gig for this fall to take the photos at my friend kristen's wedding...did i mention it is in florida on the beach? ...life is good! ;)

crazy job - what must it be like to work for the circus? traveling all the time, seeing not much more than the tent and the train, smelling elephant and other exotic animal poop. today bets gary and i took the nephews to the circus. we saw it all, and there was a lot to see! the boys and i even took a ride on an elephant - so cool

so much and so little

so much to say and so little energy: this is how i feel about once a week. on the ride home from work i think about something witty someone said or something interesting i saw or learned and think, i'm going to blog when i get home...i don't - instead i turn off my brain and do nothing

so much time has passed yet so little does that affect some friendships: tomorrow i am singing in my friend julie's wedding. a friend from high school, i see/talk to julie about once a year, if that, though she only lives 1.5 hours away. i always find it comforting to know that certain friendships can't be bought out by time and distance, that you can fall back into step with that person easily.

so much information and so little brain space: i learned yesterday that there are areas of the world whose time zones don't play nice with others. Kathmandu, for example is a quarter hour off the traditional hour gap, while the minute hands in New Delhi are opposite those on our clocks.

so much sick feeling and so little time to recover: the past two weeks my body hasn't liked me much - my stomach is trying to slip into its old routine. i'm attributing this partially to the additional stress in my life as well as my busy schedule over the last weeks. i'm sure i make things no better by sitting here awake when i should be sl z zz zzz

the age of milk

no, this is not a blog about sour milk...nasty! i've just succeeded in grossing myself out just by thinking about it.

i've come to the conclusion that roughly 4 out of 5 people in this country that were born before the year 1950 have at one point in their lives milked a cow...not only a cow, but enough cows consistently to say "i used to milk cows." <- more to come on that phrase

i overheard a conversation between my dad and his hearing aid man today (please, hearing aids, come in soon!) in which they both started talking about the days when they milked cows, and it got me thinkin that i've heard similar stories often enough from men their age... now obviously there are younger people today that have or do milk cows, and i applaud them for it, but it seems like back then it was a given...


now about the phrase "i used to..." does that even make grammatical sense? i almost didn't write it, but that is what they say, so... i will be checking it out, though, as it is driving my editor's brain nuts.