Four Things Survey (and a little Update)

four things that scare me
1. Drowning
2. Spiders
3. Rejection/ Failure
4. One day feeling the desire to end my own life

four things i don’t understand
1. Calculus
2. Deconstructionism
3. Lack of imagination
4. Anarchists (real ones, not teenaged idiots)

four things i’d like to learn
1. French
2. How to make clothes
3. Equine massage
4. How to stop being so dissatisfied

four things i am wearing right now
1. Glasses
2. Pink socks with rainbow polka dots
3. A ratty t-shirt from the Orange Bowl
4. Red fleece robe

four things on my desk
1. Alan’s digital camera
2. A pencil cup filled with Sharpies
3. A list of what Jayden might like for his birthday
4. A list of what I’m actually getting Jayden for his birthday

four things i want to do before i die
1. Tour the great cities of Europe (London, Edinburgh, Paris, Vienna, St. Petersburg, etc.)
2. Enjoy the taste of straight scotch
3. Own horses
4. Publish a book

four ways to describe my personality
1. Practical
2. Fiery
3. Flexible
4. Thoughtful

four bad things about my personality
1. I can be insecure
2. I have a very short fuse
3. I can be intolerant (in general, not towards specific groups of people)
4. I hate to be wrong

four parts of my heritage
1. French
2. German
3. Scottish
4. Possibly Savoyard or Swiss

four things i like about my body
1. My odd colored eyes that no one ever expects to be as dark as they are
2. My nose (even though I make Cyrano de Bergerac jokes)
3. My feet and ankles
4. My figure (not my weight, my shape)

four things i don’t like about my body
1. My weight
2. My breasts
3. My overly-sensitive skin
4. My overly-sensitive stomach

four things most people don’t know about me
1. I actually like being around people
2. I have bipolar disorder (most people really don’t know that, although I don’t make it a state secret or anything)
3. I think I’m better than most people (and I know I said I was insecure, but it comes from a fear of other people not realizing how great I actually am and rejecting me rather than any sense of inferiority. It’s not that I think other people don’t count or are somehow beneath me – I’m not a snob – I’m just the most important person to myself. Yes, my world does revolve around me. Doesn’t your world revolve around you?)
4. I think I may belong to the class of people who really have no business working for other people. This could be genetic.

four things i say the most
1. Bugger
2. No worries
3. I love you
4. It’s okay (in very soothing tones to screaming children)

four places i want to go
1. Scotland
2. California
3. Alaska
4. India

four names that i go by
1. Elizabeth
2. Liz/Lizzie
3. Ms. Liz
4. Mrs. Slinsky (although I prefer Ms. Liz…. even the preschoolers have trouble with Mrs. Slinsky, but for some reason, Alisa (Mrs. Celentano) hasn’t taken the hint… or the outright statement for that matter)

Life is Liz-ville is chugging along. My paycheck was returned for insufficient funds, so that caused a nice day of panic on Thursday. After much argument Pam gave me cash, and has promised to refund me any overdraft fees, of which the not-particularly-nice customer service rep informed me there will be two. It’s complicated, but taken care of. And obviously it’s something I’ll be watching very closely. Bouncing paychecks is, after all, a Very Bad Thing. Oddly enough, it was something I had been worried about when I deposited it.

Alan has a meeting with the owner of the SoNo Station Cafe to talk about his photos on Tuesday. I also want him to call the woman from the library to see about putting some photos up there too. Michael’s is having a sale on frames right now. LOL… I know that we’re going to have to lay some money out to get the ball rolling, but there’s no point in spending more than we have to.

Karma has become an even bigger nudge. She likes to steal things and hide them. A couple nights ago she managed to steal a pushpin from the little pencil cup/organizer thing on the desk and proceeded to hide it in my slipper. The next night she found a woodchip (probably brought inside in the cuff of my pants from the playground at school) and then decided to hide it in my shoe. She’s also been stealing the dry-erase markers from their tray at the bottom of the calendar. I put them all away in a drawer so she’s moved on to stealing the post-its off the side of it instead.

I’ve been reading Duma Key by Stephen King and he’s repeated one line several times — God punishes us for what we can’t imagine. I find this worrisome. The thing of it is… I have a VERY good imagination. You know how people say "I can’t imagine life without my husband/wife/children/cat/creepy collection of newspapers?" I can. It probably says a lot about me that I can imagine most things that people think I probably shouldn’t be able to… Like the state of mind I would have to be in to commit murder. Things like that. So it makes me wonder how that line would apply to a person like me.

Anyway. I had a new little boy start this past week.  He’s cried nearly non-stop and I’m once again hoping that some of these things will even out as more kids are enrolled and more teachers come in. He’s only 14 months. He’s not feeding himself, not talking. Janelly just turned 2 and she’s very rapidly excelling at both. Janeyah will be 2 in June, so she’s not far behind.  In my world, this boy would be in the intermediate area until he was feeding himself reliably and drinking from a sippy cup. Unfortunately, we are not in MY world.

At any rate, I must be going. Karma is in cuddle-butt mode which means she’ll be walking all over the keyboard and clicking the mouse with the force of her nose shoving itself under my hand.

~Liz