Archive for the ‘Things That Suck, $500’ Category
In Your Hands
Posted by: missconstrued on: November 14, 2009
We were 14 and 13 the last time I held your hand. Frozen in time and Washington D.C.’s wintery crispness, the green of your bomber jacket and the pink of my cheeks stand sharp against the pale sky. Fragmented by the knobby gnarled trees and their lingering fingers, shivering as they wait for spring. Your [...]
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 [...]
The Quest for the 7:59 Mile.
Posted by: missconstrued on: September 30, 2008
Today’s run was fueled by the A word: ANGER.
Needless to say, because I didn’t pace myself, I didn’t make the 7:59 mile, but I tried darn hard, feet pounding against the pavement, furiously.
The other day, tis put up a post on myspace (I know, I know, I’m a glutton for punishment) it said, “Hi! I [...]
The Powers That Be.
Posted by: missconstrued on: September 22, 2008
My training log looks lonely. I don’t really like the number “0″. Not even as a size.
BUT, in my never-ending quest to project POSITIVITY (because you get what you give), I am thankful that I got to spend some time with my family without being exhausted. Our new (and improved!) running schedule has us at [...]
3rd Time’s a Charm?
Posted by: missconstrued on: September 20, 2008
3 times I have been out to run since soccer.
3 times my body has shut me down.
I’m not talking about twinges here and there, or minor discomfort or something that sticks around until my muscles warm up. I’m used to pain. I teach, don’t I? For a living?
All three times I have had [...]
Complication.
Posted by: missconstrued on: September 8, 2008
I find people frustrating in their predictability, at times. Thank god I am *not* a psychic. It would just piss me off.
I was not surprised today to find that someone had done exactly what I had thought they would do. Just irritated. And angry.
This person has come to my house, and made himself at home in my [...]
Not with a bang but a whimper.
Posted by: missconstrued on: September 5, 2008
It’s Saturday, today, and there isn’t a cell in my body that isn’t screaming, “HALLELUJAH!” I can’t pinpoint what exhausted me this week, I just know that it did.
dh, trying to be a good husband and keep me sane, reprimanded td because I mentioned that his CRAP all over the place was making me insane. [...]
Closing Time.
Posted by: missconstrued on: July 29, 2008
Dh called me from Seattle last night. He’s finally in the States, which means that my time here is coming to a rapid end. Rapido! Rapido!
Damn the airlines and their luggage restrictions, is about all I’m thinking right now. Higher prices in the name of gas? It just seems ridiculous, the costs of things these days, [...]
Testy.
Posted by: missconstrued on: July 20, 2008
Watching my husband deal with EX-Y makes me want to bang my head against a wall. Or shove a spoon up my nose and into my brain and scoop out the “gives a F*#K” part.
He tells me that she doesn’t know she’s affected him, but I beg to differ. That woman’s known him since high [...]
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Posted by: missconstrued on: June 21, 2008
I got another early morning phone call last night. This time from dh.
Ex-y just called, in tears. TIS’ friends were holding him down after she called 911 on him.
He had cut his wrists with wire (?) and put out cigarettes in his hands, saying the whole time that he wanted/needed is Adderall. When she tried [...]
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