Archive for April, 2008
its raining men, hallelujah
i have rehearsal tonight, so this will be brief (well, my version of brief anyway).
this morning as i was rushing around, late as usual, to get out of the house for work, my phone rang. it was rocket scientist. he left a message saying he was in town today and could i call him “just to say hi.” i did not call. i text messaged him during lunch, and asked how long he’d be here, as i have rehearsal tonight. i’d go out to dinner with him, but nothing more. i mean, on my one day off from singing, which is tomorrow. no response as of now. so whatever. i warned him i was busy.
still mooning over rochester man. we’re all trying to figure out what his “deal” is. the reason he claims he has for being ambivalent. it matters not, in the big picture, because i can do nothing about it. i must just continue on as always.
today as i’m getting off the highway, to come back into the city after work (i work in the burbs), i notice this guy behind me in a car. he looks vaguely familiar. he gets off where i do, and then follows me all the way home. turns out its this guy who said hi to me more than a week ago, who must live on my street. i remember then it was sunday morning and i could tell he was really going out of his way to get my attention, but i was cold. well, i don’t know him, after all.
i gave him a polite but succinct hi and went in the house. today he jumps out of his car as i’m walking around the front of the house, and yells across the street
“Hi there! Are you a teacher??”
first of all, how come everyone frigging knows i am a teacher? it must be the teacher clothes, bags, and schedule. ugh. am i that stereotypical? double ugh. (not to fear, my work clothes differ drastically from play ones 
i call back at him “Hi. Are YOU a teacher?”
“Yes. I teach at _________ academy.”
by this time he’s over introducing himself, and holding out his hand to shake mine. i ask him what he teaches.
“Math.” (my worst subject)
hmmmmm. i notice he’s not as old as he seemed the first time he spoke to me, and he’s nice and tall, well-dressed, and nice friendly smile. well. okay.
so we blab about teaching in the city vs. suburbs. he asks me if i ever go out. well, yes. then he says, “you know teachers like to drink.” i agree of course, and say i can’t wait for summer then he says we’ll have to get together sometime to talk about teaching. i say sure, okay (uhm, i don’t even know him, but who cares, i liked him right away). then he asks again if i go out around here. i say “sometimes…” clearly this man wants to go out with me. he says, “well, we’ll have to go out together sometime.” i agree that we will. then he asks “are you MARRIED??”
“Nope.”
“Well. GOOD.” and a big smile. lol.
good? it’s good i’m not married? maybe for you buster.
anyway. that just made my day.
and no, he’s not the weird lurking guy or the convicted rapist (on that note: my landlord has informed the block club of this info and assured me that the weirdo watching me is harmless and NOT the rapist, so i feel better a bit).
have i mentioned that i want a small choir to sing handel’s “hallelujah chorus” (from the messiah) after my wedding ceremony as i walk back down the aisle? lol.
just saying
PS– in case anyone’s wondering, i AM a certified libr–ian AND a certified teacher. you have to be both, to work in a school. some people think you don’t even have to have a degree, when in fact, i have to have more qualifications than many of them do. sometimes annoying, but whatever. thought i’d clear that little piece of info up.
killer shoes
ah yes. another shoe mini shopping spree. currently i have on my 3 1/2 inch spike black patent, peep toe, cut-out-along-the-arch heels. pretty mine. they also happen to be, strangely, almost comfortable! of course, i’m sitting. but easy to walk in also.
and sitting beside me, waiting to be adored, are the red patent strappy slingback sandals 4 1/2 inch wedge heels in the manner of espadrilles, with jute wrapping around the heels. i have been wanting a red pair of heels FOREVER. and they will go lovely with my recently purchased red patterned spaghetti strap sundress
i feel pretty sigh.
(will be photographing the love. stay tuned
earthquake?
i swear to god i just felt the aftershocks of an earthquake. my whole floor, desk, computer, everything just rocked and swayed all on it’s own. it’s not windy out.
no i’m not drunk.
we actually live on a fault, but it’s super deep beneath the crust of the earth. we’ve felt aftershocks here before. both times i felt them. it was fucking weird, but i knew exactly what it was, even though i had no idea how i could know. both times i felt it and stated it out loud, and sure enough, we saw on the news later that aftershocks had been felt here, from quakes in canada.
hmmmmm. that was weird. i’m trying to recreate it. maybe i just knocked the table by accident?
uh. no. i wasn’t touching it.
PS–it just happened again. i was completely still. my chair, desk, computer, everything, started to rock, ever so gently.
FREAKY!
See? i’m not crazy. one happened in the past week, very close to where i am so it could be true
on a roll
these guys are on a roll, big time. lol. i love this site. it is the end of the year, so i get it. everyone’s just about had it.
we, on the other hand, have another 9 full weeks to go. yep. that’s right. it’s the time of the year we start counting down by the week, day, hour, and minutes.
well, we count down all year long, actually. we all know how many days and weeks to go until the next day off, long weekend, week off. it’s how we tell time.
we’re like trapped rats just waiting for our freedom. i get it now. i get why teachers always have to have their clothes ready and their lunches made and the automatic coffee pot set up and bags packed the night before. every night before.
here’s the thing. if you miss something, if you forget something, you’re pretty much screwed the next day. why? because you’re trapped by the school schedule. you get a measly 1/2 lunch and that’s not enough time to do anything but run to the bathroom (because you have to pee on schedule too), run to the faculty room, scarf down your food in between conversations, and run back to meet the kids. kids cannot be left unattended.
forget your tampons? you better hope someone has a stash because you won’t be going anywhere, unless you feel like taking a half day off. but if you’ve got tenure, and a bazillion sick days, well, then i guess you may as well.
9 more weeks. yippee.
early riser? since when??
there’s something wrong when i’m up by 6:30 AM on a sunday, and washing dishes by 7 AM.
and now i’m the one who’s spying on the rapist. i just now had the thought that it’s the exact time i usually leave for work during the week. so i decided to look out the window to see if he’d be out there. yep. he was. i was peeking through the curtains. he was outside feeding the stray cats in the neighborhood. there are about 4 cats, all gray stripes, like my deceased beloved felines. i got a very good look at him this AM. i don’t think he’s the rapist, after all. i still can’t be 100% sure, but the hairline on him, as compared to the very recent photo i saw on the police site, tells me they are not the same person. also, he had pretty shaggy hair and the photo taken on that site was only 2 months ago, and it was almost completely shaved. i don’t think his hair would have grown that much in 2 months.
so this makes me feel better, a tiny bit. because it was the weirdo staring at me whenever i’d be outside or coming in that scared me. as though he’s been watching me. if it’s just some mentally ill guy, well, i can deal with that. i’m not afraid of the mentally ill. i know how to handle them–as in treat them like human beings, just like anyone else–(seeing as i did it for 15 years).
maybe in a way, it was good this guy made me paranoid, because otherwise i never would have looked up the info. now i am more aware. which can’t be a bad thing.
getting a baseball bat and a gun wouldn’t be a bad idea either.
back to washing the dishes. and since the brats are up downstairs, now i can do my laundry too.
what’s to become of me? chores done on a sunday AM before 9 AM???
blasphemy!
