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… here’s another ad: an alarm clock goes off and there’s a man waking up. The voice says something like “One day it happens. You wake up and there it is. Grey hair. And you wonder, “Will people see me for who I really am?”" Of course the ad goes on to try and sell men’s hair color.

Heh.

So of course men are supposed to color their hair … so we can see them for who they really are aren’t.

Really.

The Sharks lost. Too bad. It’s not as if I’m even close to being devastated, but it’s definitely more fun to see them win.
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I just got some advertising that reads: Stop shaving|start living

… and doesn’t that just say it ALL?

Yes, I thought so too.

I just tried to do a bit of weeding. Ugh. Allergies. Say. NO.

So back to the Sharks game. Too bad, eh? ;-)

And now…
I just heard this advertisment where a man says, “It was my worst nightmare” and goes on … to tell you … that their house was burglarized while he was away on business.

Um. Well, yeah, that’s not a good thing. But that’s his WORST nightmare? He needs to talk to me.
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Poor Dan is sick. He came home from Yosemite on Saturday night (he went there Friday after school). By Sunday afternoon it was clear that he had a bug. Poor guy. At least it sounds like he had a nice trip.

I do not have time to get sick. I can’t afford to miss Butterfly. I don’t want to put a sub on that chair (although I suspect we’d move one of the other players up and put the sub on 2nd.) So I am taking it very easy today. I had plans … but cleaning can wait. I may work on reeds, but other than that (and maybe bowling with Jameson after I teach) it’s a “Don’t stress, don’t get yourself too wasted” kind of day. I’m hopeful that, due to the fact that I’m able to get more rest than Dan, I won’t catch his bug. Time will tell. If I do get it, I need to get it on Wednesday. And be better by Thursday. Hah!

Jameson hasn’t actually come out and said where he’s going, but if I were a betting woman (I’m not!) I’d say UCSC is a fairly sure bet. By next week it’ll all be settled. I’ll be glad. I hate waiting. For anything.

Don’t lie, don’t lie, don’t lie. I was just about to send a note to someone and I realized what I was saying was a total lie. I was writing something that would sound more concerned than I was. Hmmm. (NO, it’s not a family member or music colleague or anyone else who reads this site, so don’t be guessing it was you!) It was what some might call a “little white lie” but I don’t believe in those. Something is either the truth or it’s a lie. There isn’t anything in between. So I deleted the email. Why do I feel the need to flatter people or tell them what I think they want to hear? Hmmm.

Manipulation. So much of it is about manipulation, I know. I try so hard not to manipulate Jameson on his school choice, but I still manage to do it. (He doesn’t succumb, however!) I hate learning ugly things about myself! Funny, most of what I seem to be learning these days is the ugly stuff. About myself. Sigh. Can’t I learn about other people’s “ugly stuff”? Or maybe something good about me. For a change? Maybe?

Yeah. I didn’t think so! ;-)
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No church today. Of course I have a ton of rather silly excuses: I’m exhausted, I have allergies, I went to brunch with Dan, Jameson and Megan. Mom & Carolyn were not going o be there.

But those are really just excuses.

Truth be told, I just wanted to stay home.

Sigh.

At least I’m trying to be honest, eh?

Madama Butterfly is just beautiful. And extremely tiring. It requires more concentration than most operas we do. I know that sounds wimpy but, at least for me, it’s true. (And the the other two in my section were agreeing with me, so at least I’m not alone!) I have have another show in a few hours. So now I’m going to rest up for a while.
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I just received some spam with this subject header:

Cash From Christians, For Christians

Most of the email is unreadable, because I have things set so I don’t see any html garbage, but this line is also visible:

We can help you get up to 1500.00 Cash immediately. Visit us here.

What can I say? Sigh.
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No, I’ve not mentioned the horror of the killings at Virginia Tech. And aside from this brief post I won’t go into it at either of my sites. I simply can’t wrap my brain around it, and I can’t see that I have anything to say about it that is of use. (I will say, though, that I think the picture the news sites have put up at their sites is horrible and unnecessary and I won’t be visiting them for a time … until I can be sure it will be removed. I realize the killer is dead so while he’s getting what he wanted — I think — regarding publicity, he isn’t getting to “enjoy” it. But still. The picture with a gun pointing at the reader? Too horrifying for me.)

I’m guessing I shouldn’t watch the TV news tonight, either.
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Almost all our faults are more pardonable than the methods we resort to hide them.

-Duc de La Rochefoucauld
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Drinking a traditional cup of cocoa at bedtime can help to lower blood pressure as effectively as prescription medications, researchers say.

So there you go.

Unfortunately, I have a feeling it would cause me to stay awake; if I eat or drink after about 7:00 PM I’m doomed. :-(
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First I read “Prosecutors drop charges in Duke case” as “Persecutors drop charges in Duke case” … and then I read the line “More haste, less thought rule if lawmakers move too fast on global warming” but I see “lawnmakers” instead of “lawmakers”.

Maybe this is what bowling alleys do to a person; Jameson has been bowling and I’ve been accompanying him when he wants me to. He’s taking bowling for PE.

Now some of you may laugh and say “Bowling … for PE?!” Right?

But I can tell you that after bowling three rounds the other day my right forearm and the back of my left leg are still sore, so I guess it really does cause one to use muscles!

Just not the brain muscles. ;-)
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District parents may prove to be a safer bet. Many of them are accomplished in fields other than tech. They understand kids’ needs, and they know San Jose schools.

Of course the article doesn’t state that these parents are good parents!

And do we know kids’ needs? Not always.

I just wonder about this whole thing. I know some parents make good teachers, being the child of a teacher. Still, not all parents are cut out to be teachers, so I hope the programs that they use weed out those that can’t do the job. I do remember there was one parent who ended up teaching at our kids’ high school and all the news I heard was of the negative sort.

Could I teach in a classroom situation? I honestly don’t know, but I rather doubt it! I like my students one or two at a time, thank you very much!
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