"I'm Finished": A Misnomer
Jan. 7th, 2018 02:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liminal_spaceTechnically, I could call my work done for the day. I have clothes for tomorrow, know where my mascara is, and have plans and work created for the kids. But we're never really done, are we? There are always a thousand somethings we could be doing, no matter how much we accomplish during a day. So "I'm Finished" -- which to me sounds like the motto of heaven -- is really a state of mind, a choice.
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We went down to the barn to give Smitty his medicine, grain him, and give him loves. Trainer was down there and I still wanted to punch him, but not as much; he's a wealth of information and knowledge, and punching him would do no one any good. Besides, the bony old queen would break my hand. =P I really do like him, so I should let all of this go. Maybe part of the problem is I like him more than he likes me. I hate that! It's not my usual.
That sounds really conceited, but it's not. I just usually make choices where I'm either on equal footing or in a slightly elevated position. When I have to try too hard with people to "win" them, it's not worth it to me. In addition to my "Takes No Shit" t-shirt, I need one that says "Meh" because that about sums my attitude up on many things. In other words, I'm lazy.
Kid can attest to this. Today there was MAJOR bad breakfast today -- we had biscuits and gravy w/sides of bacon from the local grill. I was finished except for a piece of bacon, and was nibbling it. I had already closed the container for my food and decided to dip my bacon in the kid's gravy. She asked, "don't you have any gravy left?" and I nodded. She opened up my container and looked puzzled at the vast expanse of leftover biscuits and gravy. "Did you go after my bacon because you just didn't want to open the lid???" I nodded. She proceeded to spend five minutes telling her father how I was lazier than she was, lazier than her horse was, blah blah blah.
Whatever. Meh.
=D
While at the barn, there was a rescue operation going on. Three ladies were saving a gopher that the barn cat had caught and lost. They looked at me like I was a horrible human when I suggested we get the cat to finish the job. Then I felt horrible for suggesting it, because I generally am a total ANIMALS FIRST, ALWAYS type person, but I just hate gopher holes. I used to not hate them, but horses and gopher holes are not great together.
And the day moves toward mid-afternoon and we are getting to the place where it's time to say goodbye to another winter break. Only three months left until spring break, right? That is so horribly forever long. I will probably die.
No! There will be no deaths! For the next 100 days, I am a machine of positivity and motion, a force to be feared and reckoned with! I will defeat my own worst enemy (me!) and come out the other side stronger, wiser, and more connected to good. *nod* End of 100 day me rocks; I hope before we get started me doesn't fuck things up.
Mister asked me what he could do to help me prepare for the coming week. I told him he could make 2x as much as he does now so I could quit work. He laughed and said he'd work on it. We actually will have to work at it, since some jerk won my Powerball. :( I had plans for all that money! Bah.
I believe I want this for my classroom:
It's an ETSY downloadable watercolor print thing -- and Mister has a good printer at work. I do not mind prints, in the least...especially for the classroom.
OK. I am going to lounge about, read a little, and maybe give myself a manicure. Ever since horse business has started, I've been neglecting my hands, because horses and nail polish do not go together AT ALL. Before anything, I need to start the ginger chicken nonsense. Fingers crossed it tastes good!
*
We went down to the barn to give Smitty his medicine, grain him, and give him loves. Trainer was down there and I still wanted to punch him, but not as much; he's a wealth of information and knowledge, and punching him would do no one any good. Besides, the bony old queen would break my hand. =P I really do like him, so I should let all of this go. Maybe part of the problem is I like him more than he likes me. I hate that! It's not my usual.
That sounds really conceited, but it's not. I just usually make choices where I'm either on equal footing or in a slightly elevated position. When I have to try too hard with people to "win" them, it's not worth it to me. In addition to my "Takes No Shit" t-shirt, I need one that says "Meh" because that about sums my attitude up on many things. In other words, I'm lazy.
Kid can attest to this. Today there was MAJOR bad breakfast today -- we had biscuits and gravy w/sides of bacon from the local grill. I was finished except for a piece of bacon, and was nibbling it. I had already closed the container for my food and decided to dip my bacon in the kid's gravy. She asked, "don't you have any gravy left?" and I nodded. She opened up my container and looked puzzled at the vast expanse of leftover biscuits and gravy. "Did you go after my bacon because you just didn't want to open the lid???" I nodded. She proceeded to spend five minutes telling her father how I was lazier than she was, lazier than her horse was, blah blah blah.
Whatever. Meh.
=D
While at the barn, there was a rescue operation going on. Three ladies were saving a gopher that the barn cat had caught and lost. They looked at me like I was a horrible human when I suggested we get the cat to finish the job. Then I felt horrible for suggesting it, because I generally am a total ANIMALS FIRST, ALWAYS type person, but I just hate gopher holes. I used to not hate them, but horses and gopher holes are not great together.
And the day moves toward mid-afternoon and we are getting to the place where it's time to say goodbye to another winter break. Only three months left until spring break, right? That is so horribly forever long. I will probably die.
No! There will be no deaths! For the next 100 days, I am a machine of positivity and motion, a force to be feared and reckoned with! I will defeat my own worst enemy (me!) and come out the other side stronger, wiser, and more connected to good. *nod* End of 100 day me rocks; I hope before we get started me doesn't fuck things up.
Mister asked me what he could do to help me prepare for the coming week. I told him he could make 2x as much as he does now so I could quit work. He laughed and said he'd work on it. We actually will have to work at it, since some jerk won my Powerball. :( I had plans for all that money! Bah.
I believe I want this for my classroom:
It's an ETSY downloadable watercolor print thing -- and Mister has a good printer at work. I do not mind prints, in the least...especially for the classroom.
OK. I am going to lounge about, read a little, and maybe give myself a manicure. Ever since horse business has started, I've been neglecting my hands, because horses and nail polish do not go together AT ALL. Before anything, I need to start the ginger chicken nonsense. Fingers crossed it tastes good!
