Oh to be in my shoes ...

Now I have a problem. It seems I have a liking for chocolate. This is a well-documented fact. Not just any chocolate, oh no. I only like the good stuff. My current brand is green and blacks. Well, being a school teacher leads to gifts. Being a person with friends and having things like birthdays, this also leads to gifts. Over the past year, I have received a lot of chocolate. Like maybe a cupboard full. So, I have been eating it and then some this past week or so, trying to get through it seasonally. I got through the Halloween and was well on my way through Christmas when I started checking out expiration dates. It seems I have a bit that will expire at the end of July.



Better get to that. Can't see myself throwing that away.

25 Days

It seems that the magical number of "25" is the number of days one needs to recuperate from a manical year of ups and downs, teeth grindings, so tense in the morning might vomit, shoulders up to your ears, fingers on chalkboard teaching.

4 of those days have to include sitting by a lake doing nothing more demanding than making a s'mores and sleeping 10 hours a day, plus having afternoon naps. It is better if one chooses not to camp in the near proximity of a swamp, but all that can be okay if you have indoor plumbing.

Yesterday I felt human again. I felt like I wanted to do things, not just sit in a ball or sleep. I wondered what it was I usually did. I honestly can't remember. So tonight, to inspire me, I am going to the library to get books to sit around in a little ball while I read to put myself to sleep.

I hate to shower

Well! Isn't that a surprise. After all, I smell nice enough. I appear clean. I even AM clean. There must be something going on. And there is, trust me. I don't hate washing. I definitely don't hate being clean. I just hate showering.

How can one hate being enveloped in a warm spray of water, steam filling up the room, cascading around, making the mirror all foggy?

Like this: I hate the amount of time it takes. I can either shower in the morning or take my dogs for a half hour walk. I pick the invogorating 6:15 am walk. My hair is too long! It takes too much time! And all those girl rituals to perform, forget it. Takes forever and a freaking day. I hate how dry a shower makes my skin. Who knew the $50 - $100 I was spending a month on lotions, super organic nothing in them lotions for superbly sensitive and reactive skin (do you know how HARD it is to find a lotion that doesn't have aloe in it, yeah, you just go and try) was for NAUGHT. My skin continued to be dry, flaky, and painfully tight, that is, until I stopped showering. Now, I don't have to use lotions on my skin at all and it looks better than it has in years! I can spend that money (and the additional time it took at the end of the shower to apply it) on cute little outfits for my dog. Or new bags. Or cute shoes. I mean, whatever you stupid lotions. I hate showers because no matter how nice and warm you are and get to be while in there, there is a moment when you have to go out in the cold again. I hate that moment. That cold, hard, cruel moment. I hate showers ... I think that is about all the reasons I have to hate showers. I guess three reasons is enough to rarely ever have them anymore.