Saturday, June 27, 2009

Farrah Fawcett


You know, with all this insane media attention to the death of Michael Jackson and his weird and bizarre life, one quiet and very strong woman has been pushed aside . . . Farrah. She lost her battle with cancer the same day that the weird one died. And very little attention has been given to her, in comparison with MJ.

If you get a chance, watch the documentary she made about her battle with cancer.

It made me admire her and marvel at her strength. A few parts broke my heart and some made me angry. But overall, she showed grace, strength and beauty in the face of something difficult.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Summer School





OK, have to catch up whoever reads this. My family came in to celebrate my birthday and to celebrate my nephew's graduation from UT Law School. It was wonderful to have mom and dad here in my house. I liked taking care of them and having them around.

The 50th birthday celebration on Friday night at my department chair's house was great. It humbles me that she did that for me, she allowed me to bring my family to the party. Already, just us, that's seven people. Wow. People she did not know but wanted me to have a great time. Nice.

On Saturday we went to the Sunflower Ceremony at UT and then to a party at a friend of Christopher's house. This friend, italian guy, cool guy, just gave up the house while he was gone somewhere else.

And then, Sunday, after church, we went to the County Line for some steak and good times. I love my family and I love our times together. Its so pleasant and fun.

Wish AnamarĂ­a had come. She was at a wedding. In other news, she has MS. She has been ill and it took a couple of doctors to come up with the reasons she was sick, but she does. She has moved to another's family house. She may be the nanny or just wants to get away. All I can do is let her be and pray for her.

Am teaching Summer School at Crockett High School. I really enjoy it. It is easier, funner, a little more relaxed. So far, the Principal seems to be very happy with me. Its weird. I have always been uncomfortable with people praising me like I am some sort of amazing person. I'm just me, OK? Just me. This is what I do and what I like to do.

Granted, now that my former principal left I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders and I can just be myself.

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