Carp. I'm 31

You know, I realized that it said 'carp' instead of crap, and went to change it, but then I decided it would be better that way.

So, just looking at my poor blog, my poor, standard pick one out of blogger blog, I really it is not only poor, but out of date. The 30 things to do while I'm 30, well, they didn't happen and now I'm 31. I don't know where to go with that.

In other news, I am looking into getting a laptop. I know nothing about computers and my needs are miniscule and include things such as word, excel, internet accessibility, and portability. Not too much, but still overwhelming to try to find a machine that does these things without being talked into 500 million other things.

Religion

I have been opposed to most organized religions since about the time I decided that to read the bible. This was shortly before the time I decided that I didn't want to believe in such a sexist and racist document and God, no matter if it would send me to hell. I am less melodramatic now, but still not believing in God.

At a luncheon about a month ago, I got into a conversation with an annoying person. I don't remember what about her was annoying, but there was something. It could have been the way she completely ignored the other person she brought to the luncheon, who was clearly uncomfortable and didn't know anyone and she didn't introduce her to anyone. Anyway, we briefly talked about religion (soon after the poor girl beside her said a quiet grace before eating) and she made an observation that I feel I should have made long ago. Religion is for the people who don't have the moral integrity to think for themselves, or think in terms of what is best not just for themselves, to steer them on the path of what is right and what is wrong with carrots and punishments.

I now see how desperately the world needs strict organized religion now.

Tired

I am back home and starting up my new business. As one could imagine, it is dreadfully tiring. I come home a little exhausted, and there is still always work to be done. Last night it was the curtains. I refused to pay a lot of money for ugly curtains. I hated almost all curtains I saw. So I designed my own and my mother made them. Well, she sewed them, but I did all the grunt work but I can't sew a straight seam to save my life and since she is a seamstress, I left that to her (and everything that involved measuring).

I was so tired that I was about to collapse and I said, "I'm going to bed," But no, she guilted me into finishing the one last curtain so they could all by hung today (and I must say they look nice). After that, I went to get ready for bed. I have 'moved' into the basement apartment in her house. I say 'moved' because really we just threw all my stuff in the living room and I have been living out of my overnight bag. I discovered I needed something, something vital that I knew I put in this one bag that I take with me everywhere and that I don't lose. Could I find that bag? No, of course not. Could I think about that bag? No. I was too strung out on being up past my regularly scheduled bedtime that I couldn't deal with finding the bag. I had to go upstairs and make my mom stop what she was doing and look for my bag. Which she found with ease on the floor of the bathroom. Right beside where I had just brushed my teeth.

I just don't do well sleep deprived.

New shoes

I wore stupid shoes today. I wore high heels that are cute. They
lasted about 2 hours before hobbling me. But I was smart and brought
some high heel chunky sandals to switch and they are actually very
comfortable. Then, after lunch, the headstart person comes to my
class and gets the K4's. They were in a line up and then it was
quiet. Since I was teaching math I didn't really think anything of
it. Then, the librarian came and said she saw them walking down the
road by themselves. Ha ha! They had decided to take themselves to
headstart by themselves. Ha ha ha! So I said, "Can you stay in here
for a minute?" and I went running down the road in my sandals (because they are that comfortable, even high heeled as such). I caught up to them and brought them back to school, while out of breath lecturing them to NEVER LEAVE THE ROOM without me seeing a parent or the headstart person. Ha ha! Way to lose the children Muss. Anyway, back to the shoes. Since they were covered in mud, because of the rain, I had to put back on the hobbling high heels. And since then I have looked cute hobbling around. Well, maybe not so cute.