compensating

So my first summer married didn't quite work out the way I thought it would. We were busy - really busy. So I didn't quite get around to getting back into shape. I didn't quite get my boxes unpacked and I didn't quite finish my wedding thank yous. It has been a little bit of of catch up getting back ready for school. I mean an entire summer spent in the dirt doesn't really translate into the work place.

I have this desire to reinvent myself as I always do when the fall hits, but this year it is a little more slap-dash. (Thank you mister Izzard) So what could make me feel better about a bigger ass and more wrinkles? 4 inch red satin and black lace heels of course! Now I just need a knee length pencil skirt, a white button up fitted shirt and I will finally be ready to . . . teach?

seriously.

Take a good look at my car - really - take a look. It is a 1989 baby-blue rust covered disaster. It leaks from the roof when it rains and multiple fluids from it's engine every day. Now I know that it is a beautiful car- but I just can't figure out why people keep trying to steal it!

Hurt it? Sure. This neighborhood is full of trash. Bored worthless idiots who want nothing more than to mess around with stuff that isn't theirs. This poor car has had 3 windows broken in separate incidents - it has had it's tire slashed(I hope)/shot(I hope not!). Just last week a small child ran his bike into the left tail light busting up part of it.

Why would anyone want to take it? We don't even lock it! I have spent considerable time contemplating this question, and I must admit I am no closer to an answer. Beyond any discernible reason, about a month ago someone tried to steal it. Thankfully they were too stupid to do so and instead simply broke the key ignition. With the help of our neighbor J, S broke the steering wheel apart and rewired the car. So every morning I hook up 2 sets of hidden wires so that I can start the car with a pliers. Charming . . I know.

This morning I got in the car and found that once again my beloved van had received some uninvited guests. They brought their own tool (a cheap flat head screwdriver) and tried to steal the van, however they missed the uncrossed wires and were thankfully unable to start it. They went through the van and after much contemplation, left the box of pennies, the chapstick, the small stained glass window, and the small plastic fan - - but took my sunglasses!

And for some reason that is the most irking part. I kind of expect that someday I will look out the window and the van will be gone . . . but my sunglasses? It is simply too much!

It smells like fall

I don't know what it is exactly about today, but it seems like something is creeping up on me. Something intangible, but ever growing, like a dream I can't remember haunting the back of my mind. But I know this - soon I will no longer get to wear flip flops to work. Soon I will stop making my lunch when I feel hungry. Soon I will arrive home exhausted with no strength to do all of the summer work that is left over. Soon I will be a teacher and little else.

Today I felt it, the need to organize the basement. The necessity to mop the kitchen, to move around the still unopened boxes from my apartment. There is a overwhelming desire to find a good white shirt, dye my hair, and tone up my stomach. There is only so much time left to be ready.

It's coming - and I know it.