Tomorrow is the big teachers versus students volleyball good. I'm looking to brush off some dust and put those eighth grade girls in their place. Eighth grade girls volleyball...it's fantastic! I scouted them out after school today and I must say that the confidence level is high. I just hope I don't look like a fool out there. My students are expecting a superhero. Last year, the faculty played the local police force in basketball. I was no Michael Jordan, but let's just say that I hit a clutch three pointer and took a dirty offensive charge. That day I did feel like a superhero as each student gave me a congradulatory remark on our victory.
Anne suggested that the dating emails I were getting were David D'Angelo. I have gone back and checked and they are in fact Mr. D'Angelo. I realize how preposterous a scheme this dating collection is, but infomercials have been tempting before. The only one I ever succumbed to was the Beach Body Pro Power 90 Workout DVD. I was sitting up late one night and the guy got on raving about his program. They showed the usual before and after photos. Something about the program got me excited and I called in, gave them my credit card and a few weeks later the DVD package showed up on my doorstep. While it was cheezy and underfunded, the program was pretty effective and stuck with it for about a month before the hurricane went and killed that routine.
I had another weird dream last night. In this one, Jack had grown a formidable tumor on his neck. It wasn't the same as the deer I had seen at Vassar that had a volleyball of a tumor hanging from its neck. It was merely a point tumor like the handle of a broomstick. When I woke up I quickly checked Jack and felt relieved when I couldn't find any evidence of a tumor.
I started to get into the first season of 24. I like the idea of a show being shot as real time and each episode adding up to the entire twenty four hour day. The show is very compelling. It's almost as good as The Shield. The only thing that doesn't translate well to DVD, is the commercial breaks. I'll watch the show and then the clock that appears every now and then will jump about three minutes. At first I was confused and felt ripped off, but then the revelation came and I got angry at commercials in general. I haven't seen a good commercial in a while. I did really like the starbucks one where the young business man "Hank" has an entire cheering section at his interview including a mascot "Hank." Good stuff.
Family politics has been weighing on my mind a bit recently. It's sad to me that money can get in the way of blood relationships sometimes. I can't really go into details, but let's just say that my dad's side of the family can be a little insane. The sad part about it is that my extended family in general is not very extended at all. All my grandparents have passed. My mom's sister and her family are basically estranged from us. My dad's younger sister and her family live in California and I haven't seen them in three years and my dad's other sister and her family are conservative looneys that have a skiewed view of morals and dignity. It's one of those situations where they believe to have a strict moral code, but are perfectly comfortable with betraying and backstabbing those who are close to them. My dad is not by any means a perfect guy and he's done some stuff over the years I'm not very proud of, but I pity him sometimes. I get worried that he's lonely. He has had plenty of girlfriends over the years, but he has difficulty letting anyone completely into his life. That's another reason that I share the sports infatuation. I hope it breaks down the loneliness. It also makes me nervous about my own future. I am a carbon copy of my Dad in a lot of ways and I'm afraid that like history I will repeat some of his mistakes. I guess it may be one of those things that when you know about it, you are more likely to avoid it and yet it already feels like it has begun. We shall see. Sorry to end on a somber note...Butterflies, Comits, Apple Pie, Orgasm...there, that's better.
