March 31, 2004
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I’m making one of my staple dinners: chicken with broccoli and red potatos. stupidly boring, but easy enough to make. I’m using some “roasting wrap” that I found here in my gramma’s kitchen. it’s plastic and foil and the box looks like it’s from the sixties at the latest. it totally looks like it ought to melt, but so far so good.
I think I graded derik zoolander’s career report paper today. the author made mention of utilizing the talent of being really good-looking. it’s an honors class and I sincerely hope it was tongue in (ass)cheek. all honors class means to me is that they are only moderately retarded and I merely pull my hair out as opposed to pulling my hair out and setting myself on fire.
I’m taking a break from grammaticly correct thinking. please excuse me.
I’m so fucking tired. I’m trying to work from home on top of doing what I normally do. frankly, it doesn’t work. I just end up doing my shit after the kids go to bed, so I’m up till midnight. last night the baby had an earache, so I was up at 3. reading these papers becomes SURREAL on no sleep. we’re talking maybe one hundred nearly identical papers. some of these kids’ papers are so off that there’s really no way to correct them.
this is the view from the front room…
this is babyjane in the kitchen slash family room…
this is my daughter the chamelion. the pink is so pink that when you walk away, the rest of the world looks black and white. maybe it’ll be good therapy.
the view from my new bedroom.
Comments (29)
sorry ’bout the grading woes, doesn’t sound like fun…but an endless source of amusement from a detached perspective, maybe
and your views look spectacular…my entire time in cleveland has been spent with hardly a view farther than 200 yards…i get my opportunities, but they’re few and far between…you have nice mountains!
you know they had they started to hire part time graders at my old highschool because i taught everyone how to get easy A’s by confusing the scan tron machine
wait.
pink walls?
thats hard to decorate nina.
wow, where the hell are you living? that’s beautiful mountainous country. I
it.
but you’re really that really really rediculously good looking!
sorry, couldn’t resist. you’re right, the intellectual state of today’s youth truly is sickening.
but fortunately, your new place looks incredible.
Lovely..
Where exactly are these pink walls?
I want to put a hammock-type chair in front of the bay window and read there all day.
the pink walls are in the girls’ room…by their request.
and kk, go right ahead!
the rest of the walls are painted “bracken.”
that is really fucking pink, like someone spewed pepto bismol all over
diggin’ the house, but i must have more pictures please!
Well I’m glad I didn’t miss anything by not getting into Honors English…
Beautiful view from your front room…
When I was a little girl my bedroom was that color pink, my mother did the trim in white so it wouldn’t shock so much.
So when are you having the house party?
-M
loving emma’s pink bedroom! must come see! (stupidly bogged down with boring, useless, inane, house-wifey chores & didn’t check my messages until 1:50). sorry i missed your call.
so how come you didn’t take a picture of my room? I mean hell if I am to live with you I need to see a picture… oh wait that was just my fantasy coming out into reality….
highdesertlola, cupboard under the stairs…
heh heh…i totally relate to your descripton of Honors in high school…hahahaha…
…my Jr. High honors program you had to test into…in high school…anyone could join…ugh…
…haha…I’m such an elitist…
…btw, I have some career ?s for ya…but I’ll e-mail you about those, k?
When I was going to the University of Oregon years ago I had an Unpipfany…meaning, it dawned on me that the ‘studentia’ with whom I attended classes (the creme o’ the high school crop) were not all that impressive. Now, I’m no rocket scientist, but at twenty three I had more a couple of turns around the block more than my fellow freshmen. I was going to become a teacher, a high school teacher at that. And when I asked myself, “How is it that these people are here when they’re asking all the wrong questions and seemingly are oblivious to the answers that matter?” I decided that perhaps I should not pursue that path. So I dropped out after only a year. There were other contributing factors but the result was the same. So you’ve my thoughts with you on the paper grading hon. Next to mother, teacher is held in high esteem by me.
As for the ‘staple dinner’ Lara, it sounds simply lovely. I’ve one of my own that’s nearly as bland and nearly as consistant…I call it, “Chicken-y Rice.” Rice, creme of chicken soup, green beans & perhaps a bit o’ gravy depending on my mood. Yup…just call my Wilbur Milquetoast…er, Wilbur Chicken-y Rice that is.
Kidlette pics too too cute. Walls too too pink (as if that’s possible). Lara’s view too too wunnerful. Quite a bit like Lara herself. *wink*
Hang in there girl,
Timothy
Seeing those pictures makes me miss the Wenatchee area. Sniff.
heheh… SJ’s (Sarah Jane) room is also about as pink as pink can be.
kitchen slash family room, yay! open floorplan. I like doze.
Hah, yup. Even the good papers will grate your nerves after reading the 70th one on the same topic. Now try to imagine it coming from seventh graders. Not that I know the age group you’re working with. What is it? I get the impression that the kids are older, anyway.
And what? You mean there’s more to life than being really, really, really, really, really, really, ridiculously good looking? Magnum!
Baby looks like a doll!
dude, tongue-in-cheek or not, i don’t actually know of anyone who is really good looking who doens’t use it to their advantage. sometimes to really sad lengths. i think that kid is smarter than you think.
beautiful house, man, really. but that is some pinkass paint. what the hell is it called? (we did the girl’s room in a nice warm yellow. it was called “cornburst”. when i think of cornburst, i think of something i’d see on HP’s blog, you know? nas-tee.)
Fantastic views! And your little one looks like she has horns… ?? Only kidding, she is sweet.
What a pretty view. Is that Blossom I see there?
She is so cute.
PIIINK! shit, that’s cool. i gotta go paint something pink now.
jezus woman, those views rock the house.
mmmmm….pepto. i also love pepto and would do a shot every day if rory didn’t bitch about it. i’ve got to get some canada mints, yo.
I love the pink room. I can see myself blending in. I have lots of pink shtuff, too. It’s because I didn’t really have a childhood, you see. My therapist says I’m constantly trying to compensate for it, and that one day, when I’m finally 7, I’ll be able to move to more serious colors, like ..black.
WOWEEE so much SKY. I love that much sky. Sadly for me, you can’t get that much sky in a city. I really wish I could live in a more rural area. And goodmaudealmighty, Rowan must NEVER EVER EVER see that room. NEVER. I will instantly be badgered from here to hell and back to paint her room pink. Oy. Like I need that.
I love the pink, and I am coming to live with you, no question. I have a car now. I can drive! (Maybe a visit this summer…it’s time to come for a visit). I know that late night thing. I never get to my own stuff til late late late (not even work stuff, just MY stuff). I get to feeling like my brain is atrophying.
Maybe it is atrophying this morning. Am I making any sense? I’m not sure.
Love you.
ah, your daughter’s walls remind me of your xanga background
I love the pink. Major mood-warmer