Archive for the ‘Somebody's Daughter’ Category
Still Chasing Sarah Palin
Posted by: missconstrued on: June 28, 2009
The Seattle Rock n’ Roll marathon was more than I ever could have hoped for and better than I *EVER*, in my island girl (smaller is better) mindset could have anticipated. I felt like a kid in a candy store from start to finish.
I awoke before my alarm, at 3:30, in nervous anticipation (there’s a [...]
13! is a Lucky Number
Posted by: missconstrued on: May 21, 2009
It boggles my mind that there are precisely 13 days left in this school year. My mind seems to have gotten used to being boggled, however (enter: cough medicine, and no running and exhaustion) and has said, ENOUGH! Retaliating by keeping me up from 11:30 – 2:30 a.m. Awesome! fretting about things I have absolutely [...]
Breyn Ded.
Posted by: missconstrued on: January 16, 2009
It is Saturday, the kids have walked out the door.
I am WIPED out.
Suffice it to say that this is probably one of my most challenging years teaching. EVER.
GOD? Buddha? Goddess? Dalai Lama? Allah? Paris Hilton?
MY PLATE! SHE IS FULL!
Last night a friend shared with me that my mother told her she thought she was my demon. [...]
Resozzzzzzzzzzzzzz………………
Posted by: missconstrued on: January 9, 2009
I’ve been thinking about it, and I think part of my problem is that I’m not FORCING myself to sit down and write. I’m playing, “la la la, I’ll get to it LATER!” Well guess what? There is no later on this island. Just NOW, DAMNIT! And then when I get to a place where [...]
Chewed Up and Spit Out.
Posted by: missconstrued on: January 2, 2009
I’ve been quiet forever now, it seems.
I had stuff going on in my life that I didn’t want to write about.
Oral communication, it seems, is not my forte. Hold your applause. It’s been a long time coming. This has been the equation of my life since the arrival of my relatives: Open mouth, piss off/hurt [...]
Conversations with my Father: #422839
Posted by: missconstrued on: November 30, 2008
Every year, our 3rd grade has a HUGE project, called the International Thanksgiving Tasting Party. It’s great fun. The kids research an ethnicity, learn a bit about the country, and end the project with a dish representing their chosen country.
Last year, and this year, my partner and I gave the kids an option for extra [...]
These Are Days
Posted by: missconstrued on: May 23, 2008
There’s something to be said for old friends, I think. People who you’ve known since you were 14, 13, 12. Or even 30. Being in touch with them again and getting the chance to see them again is…I don’t know the words to describe it. When I was little and used to go back to [...]
On Birthdays
Posted by: missconstrued on: April 21, 2008
Momma,
Today is your birthday. Because *I* am a lady and *YOU* are a lady, I will not reveal your years all over cyberspace. Even though a teeny tiny mischevious little part of me would like to.
When I think about it being your birthday today, my mind is flooded with memories and thoughts, each scrambling over each [...]
Experiencing Technical Difficulties
Posted by: missconstrued on: April 15, 2008
You know, when I think back, one of the things that I have often reflected on was how I had to change this blog to censor myself. I went back and password protected every entry about medication, or drinking, or anger.
No, not everybody needs to know everything, but I don’t think it should be some [...]
The Wheels Keep on Turnin’
Posted by: missconstrued on: March 18, 2008
Yesterday, after writing while I sobbed at my computer during my lunch hour, I went home and called Momma.
That conversation was NOT PRETTY, and it was all I could do not to hang up on her.
She:
1.) Said I was nagging Chad and insinuated that I was jealous of his relationship with the ex.
2.) Told me [...]
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