why do i do the things i do

it's 11:04 p.m. i fly out at 8:00 a.m. tomorrow morning for seattle, which means i should leave by around 5:30 to get on the train to the airport where i will get on a plane for a 6 hour flight. i am still awake, though i am already exhausted. i am wasting time blogging and 'cleaning out my inbox' when i should be packed and sleeping.

but my middle-sized suitcase broke the last time i used it and i only remembered tonight. all i have are two little bags. so, packing will require much forethought. and i will have to remember to check the bag carrying my toiletries because of the stupid flight regulations on liquids.

so, with all of that looming over me, i am making a choice each minute as i sit on my rear end and decide not to pack but to play on the internet and listen to my classic rock radio station.

i am sleepy. i am going to turn up the radio and get my packing groove on...

On Being Sunburned.

Do people think that a person who is sunburned is completely oblivious to reality? Yes, I should have worn a little more sunblock. No, I didn't really think about the fact that I was probably getting a little too much sun. No, my skin is not blistering nor do I really look like a lobster. But, yes, I do realize that I am not my 'normal' color.

And yet, I find it highly annoying when people point these things out to me as if I didn't already know them. I mean, does the fact that I have a little sunburn make me a complete moron who, because of overexposure to the sun, cannot really grasp the current state of her skin?

If I had time, I'd show you a picture of my mild sunburn. But, alas, I must go prepare for tomorrow's day of teaching where students will most certainly ask me again, "Ms. Prahl, what happened to your skin?" (have they never seen a sunburn? or, do they not realize that I'm a human?)

Lovely Samantha...

This picture was sent to me by my sister, with the sole purpose of Blog publishing. This is my neice (yes, her again) in her front yard in Florida. I just adore her.

my younger neice...

little hannah with rosy cheeks...at 3 months.

my wonderful neice

I still believe that my neice Samantha is the most adorable, beautiful, smart and sassy little girl that I have ever known (her little sister Hannah is currently still drooling and learning how to roll over...)

narcissism

how much of blogging is just plain narcissism? i am having trouble finding reason to blog, as if i need to advertise some part of me to the world, but only a part that i actually want them to see.

been a long time...

It's been a while since I've blogged and this is mainly a test to see if Kathy still checks my blog to look for new additions. This is a picture of me along the riverside in Boston checking out the icy ground...trying not to fall on my, well, just trying not to fall.