Domestic Geek

Current mood: frustrated
Sorry I haven't been around much. School is keeping me very busy. So busy that I've fallen behind at work. I really should be there now to try and catch up, but I got into it with a couple of people yesterday (drivers harassing me about stuff that was really none of their business) and now I really don't want to be there. We've been visiting various print shops around town and yesterday I went to one that does professional embroidery. I want more than anything to get into machine embroidery now. The great thing is that a lot of things I have learned or will learn at school can really help me in such an endeavor!! The only thing holding me back is time and money. I'll be doing some major eBay selling very soon.

Today we went to Fineline, the shop that prints those decals that go on the tails on Frontier Airlines planes. They make those decals that wrap around busses, racing car logos, etc. They also print all those HUGE banners that hang on the side of Invesco field. That place was pretty neat.

Well, I had really better get going. I soooooo don't want to do this today.

Speaking of my car, I got it back from the mechanic yesterday. My air conditioning pump seized up, so I've had no cool air during these record-setting heat days we've had this summer. (Don't forget I also deliver steaming-hot pizzas.) I used to laugh at people with air conditioning and called them wimps. Now I am one!

So, I was leaving school today and I noticed a yellow stickie note on my driver's side mirror. The note read something like "Please call me about your car!" with a phone number and some initials. Upon seeing this handwritten note, I panic and think someone has munched my car. I get out and do the inspection - nothing. The initals looked a little like the financial aid person's, so I went in and asked her about it. It wasn't her and, after checking the school's registry, she determined that it was not a student, she let me use the phone to call the number. I said, "Watch it try to be somebody trying to sell me something." Sure enough, it was some glass company wanting to replace my cracked windshield. Well, guess what? I don't want to replace it right now and when I am ready, I sure as hell am not going to use someone as unprofessional as you, dickwad! Have you heard of flyers, or busness cards? Assmunch.

So, I spent a good portion of this week reading "Shelters of Stone" by Jean Auel this week. I picked it up last Wednesday when Mike went to the Apple Store to buy himself an iSight. I finished it yesterday morning. Yay!! I haven't really read much the way I used to, so I decided I needed to start again. I just read Stephen King's "Everything's Eventual" a couple of weeks ago. I missed reading. There used to be a time when I read myself to sleep every evening.

I'm intrigued by an artist that I've found. Karen Rossi has been around awhile, apparently, but I didn't know a thing about her until I saw the most bizarre piece at a Carlton Cards store I was in. I'm really intrigued by her style. It reminds me a little of the paintings that Zehava does. I really want to learn to paint correctly. My teacher told me the Art Students League of Denver is a good place to learn. I'll have to look into it.

Marcus and I went to the Renaissance Festival today. I know he really didn't want to go, but I think he had a good time anyway. The comedians/jugglers Throw Up were very funny. I was a little bit disappointed in the jousting since I've been to Medieval Times and the ones here were just plain hokey in comparisson. Now we're both just really tired. Especially since I think Marcus had a heat stroke on his diasterous biking trip he and Mikey took yesterday.

I really need a nap.

I was just going through some books in my bookshelf looking for something when I came across an old yearbook (1991-92) from when I was teaching. It got me to pondering what the hell has happened to me since then.

I used to consider myself to be pretty. I've always been heavy, but I took care of myself and I felt good. True, I hated the whole teaching situation (I liked working with kids, but I HATED the whole organized education institution), but I still liked me. I don't even know if I like me anymore. I've gotten lazy, selfish, and even a bit mean to some people (as was pointed out by Marcus the other day). I thought then that he was full of it, but just yesterday I caught myself being a total bitch to someone I really don't know that well.

I have so much potential, but yet I fail to realize it. Why?