My Dad Was Right

You know what I love? Getting good and mad about something. I am really good at it. If engaging in verbal combat were an olympic sport I am sure I would have at least made the natioinal team - probably medalled.

You know what I used to hate? When Zeus used to "buddha" me. This is a family term and referred to Dad's tendency to derail my tantrums by saying something like, "You have no control over that so why be angry?" or "No one can make you feel that; you have control over how you react."

Seriously?

Well, last week I encountered a grave injustice. My department has found unique and creative ways to screw with me every year since I started my program. This year they rogered me good. As a result of bureaucracy and teaching assignments, I was forced to move from my cozy single occupancy office to an new cubicle with a roommate.

I was A.N.G.R.Y. During my tantrum I heard Zeus echoing in my head, "You have no control over that so why be angry?" and "No one can make you feel that; you have control over who you react." I was forced to try to be a grown up. And guess what? The woman I am cubing with is super nice. She is a first year and we have been enjoying each other's company.

Dad was right.... what else do you think he has been right about?

Counting Down

School starts in a couple of days - hooray! I should be spending this week resting and getting ready.... but no. I am spending it at work, moving my desk, chasing Little Mr. Eris to and from soccer tournaments, sending Littlest Ms. Eris back to school, attending multiple back-to-school nights, and trying to clean my house. It's been crazy.

But guess what? I have Sunday off. No church or anything. Double hooray!

Not To Show You Up Or Anything, But....

Remember this from the Duchess? Well, I am afraid I can beat it:
Yesterday I graded a paper with a used Hello Kitty bandaid on the last page. It left a juicy mark on the page when I moved it.