Rebecca should be doing her laundry!
Aug. 3rd, 2012 09:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rebecca_in_blueSara, Tovah, and I have been watching the London Olympics every day this week. (Even though I still haven't gotten around to watching the Opening Ceremony, which I missed while at camp. And I hear JK Rowling read from Peter Pan!) We've seen swimming, diving, gymnastics, rowing, and bits of a few other things. We scratched our heads trying to figure out which country RSA was; it turned out to be the Republic of South Africa. It's kinda fun getting into the medal count and the "Go USA!" feeling. I was watching when Michael Phelps won his 20th medal. I say this because it's newsworthy, not because I'm a fan. I found him overexposed and unattractive (although, admittedly, neither is really his fault) in 2004 and he's only gotten more so. I try to crochet on my plarn whenever I watch the Olympics, and it's coming along well.
In other, worse news, Back-to-School is here again, as God-awful as ever. I promised that I wouldn't let all the stress get to me this year, and guess what? I totally am! I'm scheduled to close three nights this week, and all of them have been/will be late nights. Ugh! Going on vacation for a week of it did help, but I wish my managers would all get on the same darn page about things. On top of that, our neighbors have caused us a few stressful moments that almost made me wish I was back in Smallpartment. Yes, it was the size of a shoebox, but the neighborhood was so quiet and familiar; it almost felt like an extension of Grandma's house.
On top of that, at services tonight, Jewish Grandmother #1 asked me to come to a meeting next week to put the lesson plans for this year's religious school in order. I told myself when last year's session ended that I wouldn't volunteer to teach again, but I also wouldn't say no if asked. But Holy Moses, I do not want to go through this again. I just don't understand why she asked me back -- doesn't she know how monumentally bad at it I was? Ugh.
53 DAYS LEFT UNTIL SEASON 10 OF NCIS!
In other, worse news, Back-to-School is here again, as God-awful as ever. I promised that I wouldn't let all the stress get to me this year, and guess what? I totally am! I'm scheduled to close three nights this week, and all of them have been/will be late nights. Ugh! Going on vacation for a week of it did help, but I wish my managers would all get on the same darn page about things. On top of that, our neighbors have caused us a few stressful moments that almost made me wish I was back in Smallpartment. Yes, it was the size of a shoebox, but the neighborhood was so quiet and familiar; it almost felt like an extension of Grandma's house.
On top of that, at services tonight, Jewish Grandmother #1 asked me to come to a meeting next week to put the lesson plans for this year's religious school in order. I told myself when last year's session ended that I wouldn't volunteer to teach again, but I also wouldn't say no if asked. But Holy Moses, I do not want to go through this again. I just don't understand why she asked me back -- doesn't she know how monumentally bad at it I was? Ugh.
53 DAYS LEFT UNTIL SEASON 10 OF NCIS!
