Happy Birthday!

My son, Kyle, turned 12 yesterday. He chose to go to Outback Steakhouse for dinner, where we met his grandparents for a silly night. The wait staff brought him a huge scoop of ice cream and sang to him. He SAID he didn't want them to because it was "too embarrassing," but he lit up like a light bulb every time they walked by singing to someone else. He got a new bicycle, some new Pokemon figurines, and a bunch of money. He promptly said he is going to buy a new DS game or two with his new cash stash...now if he'd only get ungrounded or stay ungrounded long enough to play with it...

A Good Week

This past week has been busy but good. I had to lead the class in a discussion on Glengarry Glen Ross, and it was actually fun. I highly recommend this play, especially when you can watch the movie as well. The way Mamet uses language is fantastic - he is able to carry the play with words more than scenery. His words provide the "action" of the play. This week we're heading into the Harlem Renaissance, one of my favorite subjects, so it should also be an interesting ride.

I worked on Saturday and it was quite pleasant. The place was pretty quiet, but I had plenty to do to keep the time moving along. I like quiet. My brain works much better.

Today is Pokemon for the kids, and I am SO hoping they all go. I'd really like to clean my house a bit. Well...that's a lie. I wouldn't LIKE to clean it, but it NEEDS to be cleaned. Where oh where is that Alice or Hazel or housekeeper du jour when you need her?

So mad at myself...

Today my professor did not make it to class because he came up with a nosebleed. His secretary came into the classroom and said that I was supposed to lead the class. We were discussing three poems by Robert Frost today...three poems that could not understand myself, much less lead a discussion on. I talked a little about the play we are to read for next week, Glengarry Glen Ross, trying to give them some suggestions on how to digest and understand the conversations in the play. I am so mad at myself I could just spit. In the future, I will be prepared to lead a discussion on anything. I'm so embarassed that I didn't at least try, but I fear I would have been more embarassed if I had tried and looked like the teacher idiot who doesn't know anything. Rock, meet hard place.

I'm planning to rent the movie for Glengarry Glen Ross this weekend and watch it along with reading the play itself. I have never seen so many cuss words on a page. It should be interesting...