Four More Days

"Molann an obair an fear."

I arise today
Through the strength of Christ's birth with his baptism,
Through the strength of his crucifixion with his burial,
Through the strength of his resurrection with his ascension,
Through the strength of his descent for the Judgment Day

St Patrick's feast day is the 17th! I will write more later. I am really working hard. Subbing in the high school five minutes down the road.

I want to shout out to MBF Patte who became a grandmother today! Awesome. Welcome to the world, little Cole!! God! We must be old!

Erin go braugh! ( Ireland forever!)

Word of the Day

As suggested to me by a loyal follower I have given TLOML the job of coming up with the word of the day. The word of the day today is fubar which is F'd beyond all recognition. [ I sense a trend here.] Here it is in a sentence: When my wife caught me smoking I was FUBAR'd. ( He points out that it is an acronym.)

Friday

Today wasn't fugly at all. It was sunny, and cold. I had a job subbing at this really ritzy high school that I have never worked at before. It was a SPED job. At Lake Oswego High I have always worked with severely handicapped a lot of them needing their own aide. At Lake Ridge I was assigned to help students in an Algebra class, Advanced Earth Science , and Geometry. Needless to say my talents were stretched. It was quite the experience.

Word of the Day

My brother quite often has a word of the day in his blog. This serves to illuminate and edify. I have decided to add that feature also. The word of the day is brought to us by TLOML . The word is fugly. As in the weather is fugly today. "Does that mean foggy and ugly?" I asked. No. It means fucking ugly. Hope that wherever you are you don't have fugly weather today.

A Day in the Good Life

My brother wrote on his blog that I have married TLOML and am now living the good lie... I mean life. I want to tell you a story about a rather comical situation that happened yesterday. It happened a little bit like this.
I have been quite upset with my spouse for a month now. While under stress from working 18 hour days during the blizzards at Christmas time he started smoking cancer sticks again! I did not take this well. Our quitting smoking a year ago was one thing that I could look on as a solid accomplishment. We were taking care of our bodies, we were responsible.
After a few histrionics, (You know, me throwing cigarettes into the snow, accusing him of not loving himself, or me ) He settled into a routine. He was even so bold, after a while, as to smoke in front of me. ( He really has a death wish, apparently.) Anywho, he set himself a smoking lounge in our sun room. Our sun room is the size of the closet, and it is where we house all the things we can't squeeze in anywhere else. A vacuum cleaner, cat food, cat litter, and a plethora of little used workout equipment resides there) So TLOML pulls in a patio chair, under the open window pane, and sits and smokes MENTHOL cigarettes while staring at the mini trampoline, and my mini stairmaster. This was obviously not doing it for him, so he gathers books, so now it is his smoking- reading room. After he figures out Wall Street he is going to start on his Lenten Readings.( Wonder what St. Ignatious would think about that!?)
Well, he was asmoking, and areading, and I slid the sliding glass door open to take a pic of Mt. Hood. ( His reading/smoking room has a great view of the mountain.) As I was leaving I slid the glass door close, and on a whim, I locked it. We never lock it. I just was being... I don't know...playful? Anyway, I immediately felt remorse. I had a bad feeling. I went to unlock it, and could not budge the lock! Uh Oh! He just sighed, and sat back down,and lit up.
I ran down to the car to get some WD40, it was three flights so you can see how much I love him and how remorseful I felt. I came back up and started spraying and wiping and trying to open that door. I was beginning to get scared. How would we get him out? Everyone knows I have no upperbody strength and here I was a tugging and pulling. I got out a flash light, and I saw that I had turned the night latch, which is apparently magic, or something. Anyway, with a brave effort I made a 180 degree turn, and it opened. With a disgusted look, TLOML just sat back down and continued to read. He had been a prisoner for 30 minutes already but, apparently, he wasn't eager for release. It was as if he was irritated with me. But, later at bedtime he brought me a glass of ice water for my bedside table which is his nightly ritual, and one that tells me this is the good life.

Study in Skies

I think that clouds are fascinating! I am always stopping and exclaiming over the skies. Here in Oregon the skies are always changing, as is the weather. Though we do get rain many days, we do not get them everyday, or all day. It can be sunny one minute and cloudy, then rainy , the next. It can culminate in sunshine, and a rainbow, or perhaps a fabulous sunset. If I were an artist I would take it as a challenge to paint the skies. Clouds are hard to describe, so ethereal, just wisps sometimes, and sold gray walls at other times. The vista's palette is so varied here that it is breathtaking. Bright blue, slate gray, feathery white can be seen in one sky. And there is quite often the hint of lemon yellow sun shining through to give us hope.

When they filmed the film Twilight here they had to be prepared for three contingencies: sunlight, clouds, rain often in the same day. They filmed the movie here because of the fabulous skies. Well, and the cloudy darkness was also central to the plot. I attempted to take some pictures of the sky today. It was sunny this morning, but supposed to rain. I knew that would afford some stunning skies. It still hasn't rained, but I wanted to share what I have shot so far today!