mmmmm

i am so hungry right now and all i can smell is josh's garlicy, chile-y brisket that he's slow cooking in the oven. torture to my salivary glands and digestive system and olfactory sensory perception!

o my god. he's flipping it right now and the smells are wafting through the room. the newcastle i'm drinking is only making it worse. damn him for bringing me good beer and damn him for making good meat. sometimes i can't stand him. at all. not even a little. bit.

ode to finnie

you're so little and cute
i love the way you zoot
out when pooping
and return when
you want to be changed

you're so little and sweet
i love the way you sweep
with the backyard broom
but its too big for
you to push around

i hope you never grow up
i hope you grow up strong
i hope you never grow up
i hope you live too long

love and kisses,
yer mam

la petit dejeuner

this is at breakfast/lunch on a monday at the counter cafe. the food was very good but quite expensive because as much as possible is organic and grown locally. finnie loved it because he could look out the front glass and see the buses and cars on the street. plus he found this new hat. what luck.

can you start monday?

these are wonderful words. everyone has wanted to hear them from time to time. ok maybe not everyone. like the bum down the road selling roses? that's his nightmare. but it's my dream and i'm excited that i've got my foot in the door to a school. where there's schooling being done.

i'm going to be working at premier high school which is an alternative high school for at risk youth. they want me to start as a temp so that they don't need the negative woman at the front desk to train her replacement. does that make me a consultant? i like the fact that they need me there to do a specific job and that when it's done they will figure out if they want me in another job or not. it's like an incentive to do well because i always take the low/easy road at jobs that i don't care about. i figure out how little i can do to get good reviews and raises and i stick with that. i know it's a terrible trait but it stems from not REALLY caring about the job i am hired to do. like at whole foods it was take this spreadsheet and enter it into this screen. repeat for the next four hours. eat lunch. now take this spreadsheet and...you get the picture.

maybe this will be different. if not...i'm not sticking around. the promise of a just a little money lures me in very easily but i have my goal and it's in sight and i'm not wavering. i want to teach english to spanish speaking people and learn spanish myself. i'm on the road but i can't get side tracked by the billboards that say..."hey! start monday"

el park

today at the zilker playground a lady asked me if finnie was a boy or a girl. that makes the second time today and the umpteenth time this week that someone couldn't tell. and i could understand if it was people who didn't have children but they were all people that had children with them or were talking about how much he looked like their grandSON.

i suppose it's funny to me because if he was a girl he'd be in pink ALL THE TIME. and dresses and little frilly socks and sparkeldy purple flats etc...they'd know if he was a girl. and i don't think it's so ambiguous now either. i mean turtles and fishies and trains? well, he is awful pretty so it's not an insult. i just think people are smarter than they are most of the time. oooo that makes me a bitch i guess.