b12 - my cup runneth over

Bakers Dozen c/o KB via ej.

it's been a long, weird weekend:

1. theRush?:: NOT - I leave work late (6PM) anticipating that my son's daycare center will drop him off around 7:30. At 6:45, I've only knocked out 15 of my 30 mile commute, and traffic was progressively worsening slightly faster than my blood pressure was rising. You have to respect, even if you don't love, Atlanta's Friday Follies (the 4-6 hour Friday rush hour). I believe I told several drivers to "kiss alla my big black a$$" on the way home. If you were one of those people, I truly apologize.


2. deFacts?!!!::< Get a call while I'm still stuck in traffic. thecaller: an Atlanta Public School (APS) social worker. theReason: my son's daycare center closed early, leaving me a message at home (not on my cell), and without notifying APS. The APS bus driver calls their dispatcher, then dispatcher contacts the school - which was now closed. So, the APS driver contacts the social worker, but neither has my cell number. They call repeatedly, until finally they get my cell from the residence mgr at the apartment complex. Had I not answered, Hammy was headed for DFACS. Forms in triplicate, explanations to two different social workers, and finally my teary-eyed reunion with Hammy. More on the daycare center later...


3. gradSchool:: all this Friday night drama, and I still had to knock out a quiz, and attempt some homework. A 50 isn't so bad, is it?


4. theRunnethedOverCup - Part I:: Thanked my professor profusely for the invite to the PhD Project Conference. In talking to him, and with his gift for inspirational, thought provoking speech, and my feelings about the experience, his journey (he, being Native-American, getting his PhD in 3 years, tenure within 4)...somehow I ended up agreeing to help him get more people/companies involved in the project. BTW, if any of you reading this know and can introduce me/theProfessor to Andrew Young, or know how to get more Atlanta-based corporate sponsors, please holla at me...


5. theVolunteerism:: my mentee & I hung out, caught a movie (see below), ate at Wendys, and she patiently tolerated me, as I panhandled for Wendy's cups (oh, a sista will get at least 1 ticket out of that promo - believe that!). Our time together (1 year) is more than half gone, and I worry that my participation will leave a lasting impression.


6. ain't.nuthin.going.on.but.da.RENT:: Go See It. No, it's not the same as the play, but it's good. real good. going to see it a second time, and dragging my friends good. making a hard-nosed teenager cry - twice good. no spoilers here - just go.


7. theChill:: with a number of things looming in my radar (theHouse-needs, the Kids-needs, theSchool-needs, theLoveLife-needs) I try to chill, and watch Closer. Twice. I fall asleep about 10 minutes in, both times it airs...end up watching In Good Company instead, which wasn't great, but managed to not aggravate....


8. theMigraine:: ...and wakeup at 4AM with a biting pain, that nothing will relieve. 2 Tylenol, and 3 more Motrin only damps the pain down, but doesn't remove it. I sit quietly for about, oh - 4 hours waiting for the headache to pass.


9. theSpermDonor:: despite his attempts at reconciliation, and proclamations of redemption, FL has no empathy for my headache. Football's on, and I need to pick up Hammy. Yeah, the .0000000000000001 chance of us getting back together was just halved.


10. hangingWithTheEx:: This one's completely my fault, but my complete and utter brokeness is compounded by FL's need to hit Big Blue (walmart) so we go together, with me in hopes of getting some gas money for Bessie out of the deal. Yes, Bessie's full. And so is FL - with hope of a reconciliation. What was I thinking?!!!


11. theRunnethedOverCup - Part II:: talk to the director of my son's day care center, about why they closed. Before I can even begin to bitch/moan about Friday night's DFACS encounter, she begins crying. She needs help, the center is still facing issues, and while the closing is temporary, she needs help keeping it open. She asks me to serve as the parent representative on the center's board of directors. I'm aware of the issues they've been facing over the last few years. How can I possibly say no?


12. theHouse:: Call me superstitious, but I can't talk about it right now - for fear of jinxing it. It's too close. Keep ya fingers crossed for me.

I'd say that's it. But it's MORE than enuff - almost too much. Whew.