What Class Are You?

You Are Upper Class

Class isn't always about money, and you've at least got the brains, manners, and interests of an upper class person. You don't have a trashy bone in your body, and you don't pretend to be someone you're not. You're comfortable with your station in life, and class issues don't really bother you. The finest things in life are within your reach, and you're comfortable enjoying them. You may end up: A business leader, corporate lawyer, or philanthropist Other people who share your class: Bill Gates, Oprah, former world leaders like Bill Clinton, and those reclusive billionaires no one ever talks about.

What Class Are You?

Blogthings: Discover the Parts of Your Personality that Have Been Hiding

The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;



Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that, the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,



And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.



I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

--Robert Frost

Recent news

Sometimes my life totally reflects the title of my blog.

I've been working a lot lately. Not really much to tell on that front, but I'm glad I'm working. I love teaching, though I seem to only get in trouble at one school. I held the kids too long one day and apparently am not allowed to give them candy either. But other than that, teaching is great.

Two weeks ago, I started school again. After school, I flew to CA, went straight to my class, then went to a friend's house to sleep. I got up early in the morning to fly back. Everything was great until I got to where my flight connected and the flight was delayed. I pretty much missed my first class. Fortunately, someone could cover for me. Then last weekend I drove down to CA for my other classes. I stayed with one of the ladies in my program Friday night and then we drove to class. That night I drove to my aunt's in Vegas and stayed the night. I watched the morning session of conference and then drove home. I caught part of the afternoon session on the radio. I will be very happy when I am done with my courses.

And the last bit of news is that there is a boy in my life. The bad news is that this boy has been in my life for a long time and nothing has ever happened between us. But I'm feeling that there will be a change. I just keep hoping it will be sooner rather than later.
Here are some of the influencing details:
We've danced together and have developed a relationship of trust
We both like to go to the Symphony
He slugged me when I didn't take him the Shakespeare festival two years ago, but then went without me this year
We go hot tubbing or swimming almost every week. And sometimes go twice to make up for the times we miss.
He goes with me to all the movie musicals. And sometimes he's the one who suggests them
He takes me to dinner occasionally
He likes kids
He comes up with the ideas, but then I have to plan them
Pretty much, I spend at least one night a week with him, generally two or more.
He is my best friend. I trust him completely and I'm comfortable around him.
The more I learn about him, the better a person I find that he is. Unlike Highlander, he doesn't say he is one way and then I find out he's not that. Former Dance Partner, or FDP, just doesn't say. He just is.

However, we're really still just friends. He's never held my hand or put his arm around me. But hope springs eternal, right? I'm trying to have a little faith, because the realist in me says I should give it up. The optimist in me says the realist is just impatient (as is my mother). We'll see who wins out.

My super cute nephew!

My nephew was born on Monday. My mom had come out Sunday just in case and to help me babysit on Monday and my sister went into the hospital that afternoon. He was born early Monday morning.

Here are some pictures from my sister's first day back home. My nephew The Goldfish is about a day and a half old.

Me and the baby.

Here's his little face! I only just saw him with his eyes open yesterday, so I only have pictures of him sleeping.

My sister is doing well, still recovering, but adjusting. She is in love with her little boy. And my mom is hanging out with her, so all it good.

I can't wait until I can spend more time with him! Kids are so much fun!

Awful, dreaded wife

The other morning I was talking to the 10 year old, and he asked me "Why do they say awful, dreaded wife?"

I was at a complete loss as to what he was talking about, so I asked for some clarification. "Where did you hear that?"

"On the marriage thing. They always say, do you take this woman to be your awful, dreaded wife?"

So I explained to him the words lawful and wedded. And then spent the next five minutes laughing my head off.

Princesses

One of the fads lately has been 'princesses'. Everything is princesses. In pink. With lots of fluff. And every little girl should be a princess, she deserves it.

I've never really liked this movement. At all. And I finally figured out why.

The princesses I grew up with actually DID SOMETHING. They were responsible and fought for the rights of their people. I figured this out when I found She-Ra on Hulu and started watching it. Adora was She-Ra, the Princess of Power. She chose to not go back to her family so that she could fight the forces of evil that she helped establish. She felt a sense of responsibility and followed through.
Let's take another example. Princess Leia. To quote a list I once found, she's an ambassador, a freedom fighter and Jedi material. And she can fight. She opposed the evil Empire and braved Jabba the Hutt. I mean, come on!!

These are the princesses I grew up with. They fought evil. They took responsibility. And they didn't wear pink. This is why I feel the princesses of today do such a disservice to the girls of today. The idea perpetuated is that if you're a princess, you get what you want. My princesses fought for what is right. Girls of today need better role models to look up to. Role models who take responsibility.

I think I like my princesses better.

Car problems

I took my car into the shop today. Whenever I try to pump gas, the fuel tank won't accept it. The pump always shuts off and then spits gas back at me. I have to hold the pump so that there is barely any gas coming out and hold if for like ten minutes to fill my tank.

Apparently the problem is that the rollover valve is stuck. That's the valve that keeps the gas from going out in case of a rollover. Sadly, you can't replace just the valve, you have to replace the ENTIRE fuel tank. Let me tell you, that's not cheap.

So fun stuff. Not replacing the fuel tank yet. Can't afford it. And its not really that important. Its not something that is going to affect the way the car runs.