Bad blogger…bad!

I’ve been a bad blogger–and I’m so very sorry.

The problem is, I’ve been blogging from school, and I wanted to give pictures, but I couldn’t because, well, I was blogging from school! But the odds of me blogging from home, giving the chronic unrest of the short people these days is decreasing by the nanosecond, and my thanks are getting more and more remiss, so I’m just going to have to give a pictureless shout-out to my blogging homies who live far from home!

About a week ago I got home from that HORRIBLE day (or one of those horrible days…last week was a blur of awfulness, mostly) and there were PRESENTS. Not just amazon.com deliveries (although there was one of those too…) but PRESENTS.

Roxie and Gemma, who love me and are loved ferociously in return, visited Mr. Postman and gave me PRESENTS.

Roxie sent me cat-butts and chicken droppings–no, don’t look at me like that–the cat butts were stickers (and hence my longing for a camera, dammit!) but they were hilarious, and so was the egg-laying chicken keychain, w/gumballs for eggs. (By the way, the live Chicken in my house tends to snatch these things and run away laughing–but since it keeps her from perpetual glomming, that’s still a good thing!)It was cute and thoughtful, and one of those things that kept my skull from imploding and I’m terribly grateful.

Gemma sent me kangaroo pasta, a whale cookie cutter (both of which Chicken and I jumped up and down and crowed about) and (what else, since this is a knitting blog sort of?) YARN. Yarn from AUSTRALIA!!! (You all know what a back-country provincial I am–Yarn from Australia, Yarn from Oregon, Yarn from Bufeebegee–it’s all my favorite thing from SOMEPLACE I DON’T LIVE!!!!!) Anyway, it’s this wonderful color (Bloody Mary–isn’t that excellent?) and the texture is UBERYUMMEEE!!! (There–I”ve just made another word…let’s see if we can enter this into the lexicon of imaginary words, next to prickweenie, crapweasel, and fibergasm!) Seriously–if it hadn’t been for these two women and their sweet little flirtation with Mr. Postman, I might not have made it through the week–you’re both awesome, babelicious and amazing, and all that that implies.

So thank you ladies, thank you Mr. Postman, and thank you, 6th period, for shutting up long enough for me to blog (but not long enough for me to actually run through the conclusion of our analogy drill).

*sigh* And speaking of analogies? One of our words today was ‘apostate’–it means someone who no longer follows a belief or philosophy. I think I have become an apostate of public education. I no longer have any faith in it, and unless I’m teaching literature and literature only, I feel as though so much of what I do is empty and without meaning. I remember when I was in school for my credential, and the consensus was, that if we ever got to that place in our careers where we were completely burnt out, we should quit and do something else. There is only one thing I want to do besides this…but I don’t know if publishing companies grant rapture to apostates. Oh well…even apostates can eventually suffer through purgatory and make it to heaven, right? (Besides–I foresee next year will be better–it’s gotta be–I’m moving to part time…canyagimme hallelujia? Amen!)