The Therapy Journals of the Fat-Headed Klingon Woman

One woman's journey to becoming Her True Self

My Kids’ Graduation and A Dream Vacation: The Ultimate One-Two Punch! May 18, 2012

Pre-School Graduation!!!

These aren’t my daughters, but this is how big they should still be! Congratulations to my beautiful girls!!

Hello all!  Again, with the two months between posts!  I’m a sad excuse for a blogger, what can I say?  Things have gotten pretty surreal, pretty fast.  My twin daughters, my baby girls, those two beings I just gave birth to, what, 5 minutes ago?  They graduate from high school tonight.  Yeah.  Graduate.  High school.  Gowns, tassels, all of that.   I’m feeling ok right now, but hopefully I won’t be too over-emotional tonight.  I’ll get back to you after 7 p.m. Central time.

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Oh, the other surreal thing is that in 9 days I will be on the biggest cruise ship in the world, Royal Carribean‘s Allure of the Seas.  Nine days, man!  That just blows the mind.  I booked this trip over a year ago, and it’s finally here.  I’ve done so much plotting and planning and daydreaming!  I’ve researched and made lists, and yes, spent a bundle on extras like ‘Formal Night’ clothes (and the undergarments needed for said clothes.)  I’ve stocked up on camera batteries and sunblock, I’ve budgeted for photos and tours and fruity drinks. 😀  Now it’s just a matter of getting there.  Thank GOD for my mother, who in all her magnanimousness is taking us to the airport, because her *cough*almost 40-yr old*cough* daughter is too big a chicken to attempt driving in Dallas-Ft.Worth!   (To be fair, my car really isn’t in any good shape for a road-trip to Dallas, so that’s part of the reason.  And yes, car repair and improvement is next on my spending list.  Right after celebrating graduation with the kids.)

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So anyway.  Busy life, happy life.  Everything changes.  The week after we get home from the trip, my baby sister is getting married.  A couple weeks after that, we have a family reunion to attend.  And somewhere in there I have to find time to gather a ton of paperwork for applications that should have been filled out long before now:  financial aid for Daughter S., Vocational Rehabilitation for Daughter J., and online public school for The Boy.  (More on that one later.)

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Look for my next post to be a full review of the cruise, complete with pictures.  It will probably show up in about 3 months!  (Not really.  I’ll get it out sooner, I promise!)  Wish me non-teary eyes tonight and then in a week it’s Sailaway time!  🙂  Wooo hoooooo!

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Until next time,

D.

 

The Time Is Now. August 5, 2011

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Hello all.  After posting my last two entries detailing the race in all its muddy glory, I am using my little bloggy world here to share another thing I am doing that is very much a leap of faith.  As all my real-world friends know, even though I work at a UPS Store, I’m actually a certified teacher.  A certified teacher who had a first year of teaching after graduation in December 2007 which was difficult in and of itself, but which culminated in a tornado, a fire, a job resignation and a marital separation, all within the space of two months.  Suffice to say, I was battle-scarred and very scared and unprepared to give teaching another try. 

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But I’m a different person now.  I’m different physically and I’m different mentally.  I have struggled financially and emotionally for the last two years with the aftermath of my first year of teaching, and I am ready to take a leap of faith.  The idea won’t get out of my head.  The desire to teach is there.  So even though I’m a little nervous and scared about this, (Ok, a LOT!) I am submitting an application and resume to Ardmore High School today.  They pushed the start of school back, in part because of the insane heat, but mostly because they are still desperately short on teachers!  One of the teachers there, with whom I did some of my observations in college, talked to my friend from work the other day, and begged and pleaded with her to tell me to apply, ASAP.  And so… before I go to work today, I am going to take my application to the admin office and drop it off.  And tell it to Go With God.  🙂

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I am trusting that whatever happens will be God’s will for me.  If that’s where He wants me to be, I’ll get it, and if it’s not, I won’t.  Obviously, I’ll put my best effort into it and everything, but I will trust in Greater Powers for the outcome.  Interviews are difficult for me- as I said on Facebook earlier today, I get all nervous and turn into a cross between Forest Gump and The Other Sister!!  So if I get an interview, pray for me to be calm, cool, and collected and to remember how to talk like a normal person!

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Thanks for your support!

Until next time,

D.

 

Like a Proverbial Burr Under a Saddle… August 30, 2010

Hello all.  For the last few days, I have wanted to write an entry entitled “In the Dictionary Under ‘Galling’...”  But up until today I haven’t taken the time.  I’ve just been really aggravated lately.  You know the feeling, right?  Where it seems like everything that happens is specifically designed to raise your blood pressure a couple of notches? 

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Like the other day.  Somebody let it slip to me that somebody else has been running their mouth about me behind my back.  Which I know they always do, but for somebody who doesn’t have a creative or talented bone in their body to criticize me for what I write in MY OWN blog?  Whatev.  Don’t like it?  Feel free to go read something else.  See what I mean?  Galling.

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Also filed under galling:  realizing that every teacher I ever had in school whose style in the classroom was anything like the style I would later have- the kids shredded.  I remember them.  Pre-Algebra teachers?  Shredded.  Spanish teacher?  Shredded.  Librarian/Yearbook teacher?  Shredded.  In fact, I don’t remember a teacher who had a personality like mine (soft-hearted, soft-spoken, and loving, if I do say so myself) in the classroom above about 3rd grade.  After that, they were all ‘Rambo with Chalk.’  Why in the name of all that is sane and holy could I not have realized this before I got the bright idea of becoming a high school teacher?  And why can I not let go of feeling like I was totally screwed as a first-year teacher?  And is there any hope for my teaching career, short of my checking into a clinic and receiving a Classroom Bitch transfusion?  Because in a high school teacher…  soft-hearted, soft-spoken and loving translates into indulgent, gullible, and doomed.

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Want more galling?  Try this on.  Hearing that the person to whom I am still legally married and who supposedly still cares about me would not have accompanied me to my class reunion even if I had asked.  Or more accurately, was hoping I would not ask because he didn’t want to have to say no.  Not that anyone would have wanted him there or that any of us would have felt the slightest bit comfortable with him there, but he should still be willing to go with me if I were dumb enough to ask.  Petty and small of me, perhaps, but still… galling!

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Galling:  Wanting to tell somebody something and not having the guts, not being able to make a decision and stick with it and not second-guess it to death until you drive yourself and everyone else around you completely berserk, not having the self-control you desperately need to develop if you’re ever going to become a Person At Her Ideal Weight, knowing that nobody is ever going to invent self-folding laundry.

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So there is plenty more, but in the interest of not driving away my few surviving readers, I’ll skip it. (You:  clapping and cheering gratefully)  Instead I will let my poetry speak for me by posting some more of it in the comments section under the Poetry and Fiction tab at the top of the page.  Check it out.  And maybe I will be in a better mood by my next post!  Thanks for sticking through it all with me!

Until next time,

D.

 

Legalities, Merchandising, and How Begging Is Good For Your Character April 29, 2010

Hello all!  I’m going to be totally zombie-like today.  I stayed up until midnight reading old posts on Hyperbole and a Half.  Then I got in bed and tossed and turned and flipped and flopped like a frog on a griddle.  The Golden Goddess would tell me it’s because I didn’t turn the computer off early enough, and that the after-effects of something called ‘blue light’ were keeping me awake.  She says they stimulate your brain.  That’s probably true.  She knows a lot of stuff.  But it was actually a lot of other stuff. 

Actually, what was stimulating my brain was my disgust with myself for still not knowing, by the age of 37, when to resist the urge to say what I’m thinking if it doesn’t need to be said.  Then again, that’s kind of counter-productive for someone who wants to become a famous blogger. (Boy, if that’s not an odd ambition!)  I was also thinking of ideas for blog posts.  Some of them were totally random, like I was going to put one up called “25 Things That Would Scare the Crap Out of Me!” and there’s another type of entry called “7 Quick Takes” that I’ve seen other places and considered stealing (with credit, of course).  I was thinking about how to maintain my own style and voice and yet find a way to be as cool as other writers seem to be!  In other words, chasing popularity.  How totally high school!

Anyway.  I’ve been thinking about the whole ‘online store’ thing.  I would so love to have coffee mugs and hoodies and t-shirts with my blog title and logo on them!  I know it’s not like I’m flooded with readers yet, but The Golden Goddess told me she would totally wear a hoodie from The Therapy Journals if I had one.  And she’d proudly drink from a coffee mug with my alien face on it and tell everyone where she got it!  The problem is that I happened to choose a registered trademark as one of the crucial words in my blog title.  I’m trying to check into how much I could get away with using that word without getting in trouble for using it without permission.  But I’ve asked around and I’m pretty sure that actually getting full use permission would involve many lawyers and many more dollars, neither of which I have at my disposal, so I guess I’m screwed.  I could just use the k-word with an original image and figure they’ll either a) never find out or b) not care enough to spend the money to do anything about that I’m selling coffee mugs and hoodies at cost to my closest friends and family and loyal fans, that just happen to include one of their words on it.  Geez, apparently people out there write books in the Klingon language!  Who dreams up this stuff?

Anyway, I’ve also asked Daughter S. to attempt to draw some artwork for said imaginary future merchandise.  She hasn’t managed to get it started yet.  I’m waiting patiently.  I also asked someone else to draw one for me, and haven’t heard from this person yet either, but my asking was kind of random and out of left field, so it may take this person a while to figure out a) who in the heck I am, and b) how I have the nerve to ask her to draw a Fat-Headed Klingon Woman for me!

So friends, let me know what you think.  Would you wear a Therapy Journals hoodie or drink your daily brew from a Therapy Journals mug if I had them?  (In my mind, what I actually just said was “Please, please, please tell me you’d drink from my mugs and wear my hoodies!?  And while we’re on the subject, could you comment more and subscribe and nominate me in some blog contests, and list me in blog directories and email all the people you know that I don’t and tell them how funny you think I am, and even when I’m not funny I’m still worth reading, please please please?!)  And yes, it’s painfully clear I’m not above begging.  Hey, begging is good for your character.  It teaches you humility. 

Think about it and get back to me.

Until next time,

D.

 

 
The Therapy Journals of the Fat-Headed Klingon Woman

One woman's journey to becoming Her True Self

Shawn L. Bird

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