Upheaval and Squats

I'm feeling it and the thing is... nothing HUGE is going on. We're going out of town this weekend. I just started a new class. We have family coming in town for Hawkins' baptism. It's not that much. Why do I feel so overwhelmed by the thought of it all. I think it's just because I'm tired. It sucks. I'm sort of tired all the time now. I never feel like I get enough sleep b/c I pretty much wake up at least once a night with Hawkins. Ugh. Well, that leads me to my first topic today: The Campus Health Initiative! I'm doin' it! UofL has gyms and physical trainers at the beck and call of any employee who wants to shape up. I'm going next week for my "assessment." Dear God, last time I had my fat calculated I was thinner than I am now and I was depressed for a week. Oh well. I've got to get started. This will do a few things. Most importantly, (for shallow me) it will make me look fabulous. And feel fabulous and have more energy and all that. But, I will look FABULOUS! Yay! Now, every other time I've gotten on a program, I've become obsessed and really started to make healthy changes in my life. That's the only way I'll do it. As Coach Bob says in John Irving's Hotel New Hampshire, "You've got to get obsessed and stay obsessed." Well, Coach Bob, that's exactly what I intend to do. I'll even do squats if I have to...

I am excited about our trip to Raleigh this weekend. I love North Carolina and I haven't been there nearly enough. Scott's parents chose a great place to move to. They were in Texas- my nausea inducing, Bush gestating ground, least favorite of all states. So, N.C. is definitely an improvement. I look forward in the coming years to dropping the kid off at Grammy and Grampa's house and heading for Nagshead and/or the mountains with Scott for some romantic getaways and fun.

My new class is really just the second version of the last freakin' class I took (teaching elementary school math). It sucks even more, though, because the teacher is really into and expects us all to pay attention. She really shouldn't have become a mathematician if she expected people to actually listen to her. Ugh. We even had to make desk plates with our name and "symbol" on it. I want to become a teacher, but I don't want to do this kind of bullshit. I don't have a symbol. I made a mouse out of my initials which really has nothing to do with me. So, this getting to know you game that "thought-provoking" professors make you do on the first day of class is actually all one big lie. I was surprised by the jock beside me who wrote his name very fancy and squiggly with dots on each point of the letters of his name and then outlined the letters of his name with this design marker that wrote two lines at once. It looked very feminine. Who knows.

Well, I now get to go do what makes everything worth while- hang out with Scott and Hawkins... So, I'm out.