Five For Friday - Quick, Tired and Not Very Positive Edition

1.  I have so many great posts in my head. Funny ones.  Philosophical ones.  Emotional ones.  Well, at least they are great in my head and I want so much to remember them.   But....NO TIME!  And, if I do have time, I'm kinda tired.  Waa.  If only I had some kind of transcription equipment where I could just talk out loud and have the words make it to my blog.  If only I was that important.  I do realize, in case you were wondering, that I'm not:)

2.  Jay had to ref a fourth grade basketball game tonight.  Holy cow.  Stressful!  It all started well and good (it wasn't an official game but since a lot of the players are leaving for Spring Break this weekend, there wouldn't be enough people to play on Saturday) but, then, Jay didn't call a few ticky tack fouls and, instead, let them play.  Of course, the parents on the opposing team (there was a conflict of interest as Jay coaches Seth's team, but no one else showed up with a whistle) started getting miffed when he didn't blow the whistle when their kids were fouled.  Never mind that he didn't blow the whistle when their kids fouled our kids, that seemed to be beside the point.  There I was, watching the man I love and admire, sincerely try to do his best to ref while simultaneously watching parents on the sideline roll their eyes at him and make snarky comments.  At one point, he smiled, handed the opposing team's coach the whistle and asked him if he would prefer reffing, but he refused it.  It was much easier blaming Jay for everything his team was doing wrong.  Minutes later, he told his kids that if fouls weren't being called, then they should foul.  You should have seen the whoops and hollers his boys gave.  Then they all started air punching each other and laughing about fouling.  My heart was racing the entire time.  I abhor conflict, especially if I'm in any way involved.  It still makes me upset thinking about it.  Jay kept his cool, but I hope he never has to ref again.  People are mean.  And near-sighted.

3.  I'm leaving in the morning for another long road trip.  The school district changed Spring Break to coincide with the local college's Spring Break, so we get a week off during the balmy second week of March.  Jay, being low man on the totem pole at work, has to work every single day as two of the six radiologists are gone for the entire week and no more than two guys can be off on any given day.  Stinky.  As he's hitting his peak mileage for marathon training and helping his dad out on the farm this week because both his dad and older brother are out of town for most of the week, I decided to nip feeling like a martyr in the bud and take off for our own fun.  I considered going to the much warmer Arizona, but it didn't feel right.  Then, I decided to really celebrate the misery of March and go to Montana, but my mom wasn't even going to be home.  Thankfully, sister Jen is ready to welcome our brood for a few days.  It's not close, but her home is such a great place to be.  The boys and I can't wait.  Sadly, we'll have to.   It takes two days to drive there.

4.  I went blond again.  I liked having dark locks for about 3 days but  then felt blah and mousy.  Really, I was irritated that something like hair color even mattered to me.  It grows back, right?  C'est la vie!  Not so much.  Once I accepted my shallowness, I decided that it's o.k. to prefer lighter hair.   So what if I'm destined to be that woman who has seriously outdated hair because I'm unwilling to try something new?  Did the Farrah ever really go out of style?  It did?  At least the Mullet is timeless.  What?  No one likes the party in the back anymore?  Well, at least the Rachel is here to stay.  That too?  Hmmmmm.  Still, I think blond foils with a long (not so long anymore.  Someone got a little scissor happy) inverted bob are sure to stay.  This hairstyle is like leg warmers:  never really out of style.  And if people claim it to be so, they just aren't cool enough to get it. 

5.  I have been reading The Brothers Karamazov for a month and I'm still not done.  I know it's not uncommon to take a month to read something,  but my slow statistics are embarrassing to me.  I even like the book.  It's just...not at all easy to read.  So, just like blogging, many nights I'm simply too tired to give the required amount of thinking necessary to make it worth it.  Or, I do and read like ten pages.  Ten!  When there are almost 800 to check off, ten doesn't really make too big a dent.  Anyways, for the first two weeks, I felt frustrated because if I told someone what I was reading, I couldn't really pronounce it.  I didn't know if it was kara-ma-zov with the accent on "kara" or karma-zoff or what.  Lucky for me, I have a Russian friend and asked her how to say it.  She pronounced it in a way I will never be able to reproduce, but when I repeated ka-rah-ma-zov, with the accent on the "rah" she smiled and said, "Good enough."   So, now I can confidently tell people what I'm reading.  Still.  A month later.

Happy Spring Break!  No?  Well...Happy End of Winter for the rest of you who live within the boundaries of school districts who have any sense.