Tuesday, March 23, 2010

A Song I had to share

So, the past few weeks, I've really been struggling with my anxiety/panic attacks again. It comes and goes. I met with my church counselor this afternoon. (Yes, my church is awesome and has a fantastic Biblically-based counseling center.) She mentioned, among other things, that I look up this song. It brought me to tears, in a good way. It's "If You Want Me To" by Ginny Owens.


THAT'S what I'm talking about! Clever, funny, and true.

Wildflower time!

Yesterday, I saw the first blossoms of Texas wildflower season: Henbit (above), and Crow Poison (below). Hooray!

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Can you guess what these are?

I just took these photos this afternoon. Then I messed with the color, contrast, etc. a little bit. I don't have titles for them. They may or may not become my inspiration for abstract paintings, we'll see...

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

No new car...yet.

Blitzen's lease is up in about one month. I want to purchase my next car. I have been ogling an uber-cute Jetta I found online. It has all the options I want, low miles, etc. Plus, it is red, with a tan leather interior.

Being the awesome father and tough negotiator that he is, my dad went with me to the dealership to see it today. We inspected it thoroughly. I found a couple rock chips on the hood, and he estimated that the front brake pads might need replacing. The tires were practically brand new. We learned, thanks to Carfax, that the car was originally a rental, and bought by the dealership at an auction (aka probably for nuffin'!). Its former gig as a rental did mean that all the maintenance was performed, but that it was potential victim to all kinds of crazy drivers.

The test drive was fun. The Jetta wasn't as peppy as Blitzen, but was no Mildred either. Mildred was my Chevy Cavalier who had the zip of a giant tortoise. The salesman informed my dad and I that it was because of its five-cylinder in-line engine. A five cylinder?! Those Germans think of everything.

Then came the part that is likely a beating for all parties involved: the price haggling. Dad was great. Not only did he get them to come down considerably from the price, he got them to throw in the 2-year warranty extension for free! However, the price wasn't quite where we wanted it.

We said we'd think about it, a move that prompted the salesman to get his manager. I knew that would happen! He told us this sad story about how he overpaid for it. Riiiiight. And that is my problem how? The salesman piped up, "It needs a new home!" I was thisclose to firing back, "Not that badly, apparently."

Then he tried to tempt me into looking at some other cars on the lot. I was getting hungry, and Dad saved the day with, "I've gotta get back to the office." We were out.

Dad and I left, and had lunch. During the course of our meal, the salesman left me a voicemail about an "identical" platinum-gray Jetta that was, well, the price I'd wanted on the red one. I did not return his call.

Today may not have yielded a new car, but it did provide me a lot of time with my dad: one of the smartest, funniest people I know. The drive to and from the dealership, lunch, and even the car-shopping process were great because he was there. It might sound cheesy, but I am so grateful to have a dad like him!

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Two Songs

From my drive home this afternoon.

I heard this one, and was reminded of how great I thought they sounded on SNL this past weekend. (I was less impressed, however, by the painfully un-funny sketches that seemed to go on far too long.) As for the song's lyrics, I am still trying to work out how a soul can be both "old and rusty, burned beneath the rising sun," AND "locked up like a trophy." Hmm...

This second one, I think, is sweet, poppy, and far too short.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

I'm ready

My first two years of college, I was a chemistry/pre-med major in Virginia. My intention was to become either an ophthalmologist or an optometrist. However, unaccustomed to having to actually work hard at school, I let Organic Chemistry kick my butt. My reaction was to transfer, come back to Texas, and change my major to graphic design (something I perceived would be easier and more fun).

Seven years since my departure from science and Virginia, I am finally ready to retake o-chem. Whether it's for personal reasons, or to get back on my original path, I am not sure. I just know that, like Spongebob Squarepants, I'm ready!

A question for other teachers

I am writing this while taking ANOTHER day off of school.
I feel like crap. Again.
I flip back through my iCal, and I can see all the days I've taken off from exercise, because of feeling sickly. I'm averaging a 1-2 day cold every other week/2 weeks or so! This is ridiculous.
I am wondering, is there something seriously wrong with me? I'd normally consider myself a pretty healthy person!
Or, teachers, did this happen to you your first year? Maybe it is being around all the germy kids all day...