yesterday's activities


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@pygmalion, again--Goal setting is an interesting thing. I've got a question for you about how it works in your corporate world, as compared to in academia. In academia, if you are setting goals for sabbatical, it is important to put down a goal that you are pretty sure you can accomplish. You don't want to make it such a wimpy goal that it seems like you could accomplish it in 1 day, but you don't want it to be so lofty that there is a decent chance you will fail, e.g., "I will write an entire book from scratch and get it published by either Oxford University Press or Routledge" = probably not a great idea. Similarly, just from a psychological viewpoint, I try to set realistic goals--ones I will have to strive to meet, but that are not impossible. Now, I definitely do have a few colleagues who set overly wimpy goals at work...but I think there's a happy middle ground between setting a goal of "I will scale Mt. Everest!" and "I will climb on that desk and consider it a day."
I wonder if your manager tends to be a super conservative/wimpy goal setter for fear of failure and looking bad in the eyes of higher ups, and you tend to be more ambitious, while still realistic? Just a thought.
I was going back through, re-reading stuff in this thread, just now, when I remembered something that good old Zig Ziglar said in his goal-setting seminar (I listened to it on tape a billion times. Was never blessed enough to see him in person, may he rest in peace.)

There are two types of goals : give up goals and go up goals. Give up goals (e.g. I'm going to quit smoking) should be shared with everyone. Go up goals (e.g. Two years from now, I'm going to have your job lol) should only be shared with people who can and will help you reach those goals.

This was also the seminar in which Zig shared the legendary advice, "Don't get cooked in a squat." Gotta love colloquialisms. Don't get cooked in a squat = don't spend so much time planning for and preparing for success that you forget to do the work and succeed.

I loved, loved, loved Zig Ziglar.


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Home; z before the wind starts; please tell me this is not the hurricane back, 'cos it sure sounds the same; odd, how much the hurricane affected me, it's months later, but I'm still fearful when I hear that wind
Yeah. Hurricanes can be absolutely terrifying. I've lived through more than a few; it's not something I'd voluntarily do again.

My take? It's a "Their Eyes Were Watching God" kind of experience. In the moment, it's just you, your loved ones and an act of God. Live or die. Who gives a %#@& about all the things that seemed monumentally important yesterday? It's a very humbling (and could be enlightening) experience.


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Yup. I grew up in PA, where PennDOT (IIRC)b was well-prepared for weather emergencies. They were out salting roads as soon as snow started flying. A storm has to be pretty major to cause problems there. Here in Texas, quite the opposite. Even the most minor weather event can become major, because the road crews just don't have the equipment and supplies to handle it.

You're still a wimp, though. :D *ducks and runs*

And yeah, I've heard 1/2 inch of snow can cripple Georgia or north Florida...because it's just not supposed to happen there. Road crews aren't prepared, drivers aren't prepared, etc. Maryland isn't like that--and believe me, since my red car is now covered with white salt residue, they do get that salt down--but we're not Minnesota either.

One of the big problems I've found is that major roads are cleared quickly and frequently, but once you get off those major roads, it can be messy. Even the state roads aren't great. And I live in a rural-suburban county, so there are a lot of backroads. Don't get me wrong: there are some real pluses to living in a rural-ish area. Winter weather, however, can be challenging.

Chores (laundry, grocery store, liquor store, cat box)
Watched part of Puppy Bowl and most of Super Bowl. I'm not a big football fan at all, but Baltimore was in it, so had to see the game.


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this is one of the reasons I am hating the more mild winters here in the used to be that, as long as the snow was below your waist and you could open your front door, no one ever batted an eyelash....let alone took time off...and this winter the first snow of any consequence was a few weeks ago and the streets depts were caught totally with their pants down....granted, they have since rallied and looked more like their old selves, but still.....


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this is one of the reasons I am hating the more mild winters here in the used to be that, as long as the snow was below your waist and you could open your front door, no one ever batted an eyelash....let alone took time off...and this winter the first snow of any consequence was a few weeks ago and the streets depts were caught totally with their pants down....granted, they have since rallied and looked more like their old selves, but still.....
You say this like it's a good thing. ;) Just FTR I love snow days. The nice thing about Texas is that a lot of people get them, not just school kids. :)

No idea how things are where you are, but IMO it sometimes has to do with budgets as much as anything. The last winter I lived Up North (aka The Frozen Tundra, aka the Lehigh Valley in PA aka Can You Guess Where I'll Never Live Again? lol) the weather was so consistently bad that cities ran out of street cleaning money. Of course, it took a while. There was an ice and/or snow storm every Wednesday from January until April and the temperatures were unbelievably frigid, so we didn't get the usual melting/help from mother nature. In January, the major roads were clean and passable in time for the morning commute and the side roads were clean in time for dinner. By about March, nobody expected anything other than one clean lane in each direction on major roads only. God help you if you lived in the boonies, which a lot of people did. We're talking the Lehigh Valley, twenty years ago. Boonie central.


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Last couple of days but mostly yesterday.

Sunday: Pick DS up from the designated child exchange spot. (Conveniently located in the Target parking lot. Not that I love Target or anything ... ) I ask DS if he had fun with his Dad. DS makes noncommittal grunting noises that mean yes, he had fun, but he doesn't want to talk about it. Works for me. If he wants to talk about it, he can. If not, not. I'm just glad he had fun.

Witness a heart-breaking hug between ex and DS. It looked like the ex was drowning and DS was his life preserver. Seriously sobering. If I were in the ex's shoes (mostly estranged from the only child I'll ever have,) I don't know what I'd do.

Into Target to buy artichokes and mayo. Real mayo. Not that reduced fat crap. Not flavored. Not (with all due respect, f) Miracle Whip. Not "no fat sandwich spread" Not "hummus because it's better for you." Mayo. I don't eat it often, but when I do, it's got to be real. (Yes. I danced to that song in the 70s. What can I say? You had to be there.) While at Target, I flirt with the girl from DS's biology class on DS's behalf.

Also random drudgery. The story of my life.

Yesterday: A mixed bag.

GF, the one who's the last of my posse, announces her last day at work. This. Friday. And she'll be out at a doctor appointment on Friday, so her going away party has to be Thursday. Are you freaking kidding me? I promised GF, months ago, that I'd give her a going away party to be proud of. I don't plan to renege. But did it ever occur to her that these parties require a massive amount of planning? The theme we picked, months ago, was "The Great American Picnic." I need more than two days to get it together, sister, but get it together I shall. Where in the heck am I going to get a brisket by Thursday? *sigh*

Speaking of which, I need the recipe for slow cooker pulled chicken, ccm. :D

Lady I have been mentoring for four? five? months has been fired, something I largely attribute to a b^#%@ who undermined her at every step. TDNWMH. At. All. Yes. This lady had issues, but I am appalled that her managers took the word of a known backbiter rather than investigate for themselves. It also doesn't WMH because I know how hard this woman struggled to find any job at all. I definitely lost some respect for a couple people today. *sigh*

Chip and dip potluck goes off swimmingly, largely due to Artichoke Napalm and truly exceptional teamwork. The original plan was to have jarred dip and bagged chips. I was not a fan of this plan. So I decided to make some homemade dishes. But I wasn't the only one. We also got crudite, homemade guacamole and a homemade lovely dip made of cream cheese, sour cream, pineapple and pecans. OMG! Delish! And, to make it even better, the young guy I got so mad at months ago for dropping the queso ball came through like a champ. Not only did he make the queso on time, he washed the dishes and all the crockpots afterward and put them away for me. This means SO MUCH to me. I cannot say how much I appreciate his making the effort. This DOES warm my heart.

Home. Stupid TV. A little reading. Zzz early.


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MONDAY...or shall I just call them MARATHON MONDAYS this semester?
8:20ish--Drop off Child. Go to work.

9:10--ENG 1101. Two in-class debates, one on whether Westboro Baptist Church has the legal right to protest at military funerals, and one on whether Kony 2012 and other social media campaigns are a good way to get young people involved in social activism.

10:20--GREAT WORKS II. Descartes' Meditations. Define terms like epistemology, rationalism vs. empiricism, hyperbolic doubt.

Lunch and prep.

12:40--SENIOR SEMINAR. Students present psychoanalytic articles.

2:15--Office hours/prep time.

3:30--Head home.
Husband had been to a Body Pump class and just did it with almost no weight, and skipped any cardio parts. He felt like he needed to try to get some exercise...and I think he missed his workout community.
4:15--7 miles on treadmill in 68.38, jogging between 6.1-6.2 mph the whole time. Feel good about this. Shower.

7:30-10--GRAD: MODERN WORLD. "King Lear."

Home. Husband--who often stays up late--is already asleep. Fool around on computer until bed.


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Planned to skate. Not only slept late, we had another snow emergency (another three inches of lake effect, yippee ki yay), so driving to Notre Dame seemed like a bad plan. Gave dogs a long long walk instead. Nothing wears out foster dog. Caved like a bad souffle about crating him at night (he is from a puppy mill, so I think that might be why he gets so upset being crated) and let him sleep in my room with Old Dog instead. Wondering what will wear him out today so he'll go to sleep in his crate while I go to the rink. 2.5 mile walk and endless indoor fetch didn't seem to work yesterday.


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oh in indy...that makes me wonder what I will be driving home to...

monday; teach step, lunch, pack, feed pets, drive to indy, snack on the way to lessons, practice, back to hotel skipping dinner....


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Hm. I've got to fly into/out of Indy in a few weeks. Here's hoping that there is no interesting weather going on that far south, especially since there's about an hour of driving after landing (to get to Cincy).


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Yesterday, woke up sore all over. I swore to myself that my trainer is having far too much fun with the freeweight workouts and giving me 50 reps each. Really? brain to physical self, lifting an orange is difficult.
DH laughs, well, actually he snickers as he reads the paper.
Potential social dance partner, continually texts throughout morning, arrrggghhhhh.
I'm not a person who has the cell phone attached to my hip...and i don't check it either. lol.
Go outside for a strong 2.5 mile walk. Legs are screaming at me....really? no rest? really?
Decide while walking, this is the day to clean the decks in my clothes closet...really clean, not just the
maybe I'll fit this later clean.
DH stears clear of me, then comes in at the end....askes to see inside of closet....which, for the most part
is nearly empty. He is truly stunned....and speechless.
I collect my Kohl's discount card, and the peel off as their sale is also offering a 10 buck Kohl's cash for every 50 spent.
A new purse in on the horizon!
Drag out ski clothes,,,go through every piece. Repack ski gear bag, wax my K2 one luvs....DH offers to lift skiis back on rack and I giggle, he must have thought they were lightweighted, pretty heavy sticks eh?
Start getting DH and DS ready for NASCAR Hall of Fame Weekend trip. I hope they have alot of fun and bonding time.
Charlotte here they come!
Go work out again with trainer in the afternoon, this is new time,,,,I don't like it so much,,,he's had time to think!
Plenty sore afterwards, Cancel Group Class at studio with pro....I can hardly move.
DH offers waffles for dinner,,,,,I'm all in....and I'm not budging.
Although,,,the 1,000 piece jigsaw puzzles are lookin pretty good and right up my ally.


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Fasc, shouldn't be too bad for you--it was actually sunny at ND and the snow didn't start up here until I got to Niles and it's SUPPOSED to end this evening. They said 1", and they're usually right about that for Indiana (for where I am in Michigan add 3-4" to everything.)

I suspect tomorrow's "yesterday's activities" will be "went skating. Probably regretting it!" (I am going to hurt. On the other hand, I started to get things back by the end of the session. And I got a reminder--looking at the floor in dance is bad because it compromises your posture and frame. Looking at the ice in skating is bad because it's a great way to bite it. I didn't, but I had a few close calls.)


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A totally lost day


Group class
Interpersonal interactions with interesting consequences, some good, some disastrous; will be interesting to see how this plays out, in the "old Chinese curse" sense of interesting


Buy a new TV; am finally joining flatscreen nation, splitting the cost with father
Cook cook cook
To winebar to hang out with Blond German Friend
Home, z


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Left one thing out of my Monday report. My cousin and his wife just found out the sex of their babies: twin boys! They seem happy and excited.

I cannot help but notice that Husband--who was asleep when I came home from work at 10:30 PM--is not getting up with Child, even though he is responsible for getting her ready for school on Tuesdays. So I get it done. Then Child manages to forget her lunchbox and I do an extra roundtrip, so that I am just on time for...

9-10:30--First meeting of the day: First Year Team.

Do some stuff related to said meeting.

11:30--Second meeting of the day: Visit Department Chairs meeting. Explain that we are currently short 6-9 first year seminars. (We currently have 24. We need 30-33.) Call out the departments from whom we have yet to hear. Yes, in public. We're near the deadline. Get 2 more commitments on the spot. A dean pulls me aside with a suggestion of where I might go for a third. Progress.

Run into some an advisee and her friend on the way back to office. Chat.
A little downtime back in office.

1--Third meeting of the day: with the Center for Experience and Opportunity. We talk about how career counseling could be worked into Orientation.

1:45--Fourth meeting of the day: with Dean of Students. Exciting news and a new proposal, but I have to keep it secret until next week. I'm pleased.

Briefly back to office, then....

3--Pick up Child.

Read a bit with Child. Get her ready for dance. It's snowing again, just for fun.

5-8:30--Child dances. I put the seat back and take a nap. I am beat! Then read some of Greenblatt's Will in the World. And of course I go in in between classes to help with shoes, etc.

Home. Put Child to bed.
Husband is downstairs watching something on tv...and I later realize it was "Downton Abbey." I call him out on this: why would you start watching a series set in Britain around WWI without your wife, whose primary specialization British literature and culture from around WWI to the end of the 20th century? Ahem! At least ask me if I'm interested.

Went to bed, where I proceeded to have a dream where I had forgotten to go teach my 9:10 and 10:20 classes and it was already 10:30 so I needed to get there...but apparently the college was at a hotel where there was also a dance competition, and some of the escalators were plummeting people down and were unsafe so I had to figure out another way to get there....


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omg...I had a dream about forgetting to teach one of mine last night...
yesterday; breakfast,bank, lessons, drive home, food, teach spin but jog the whole time b/c we have run out of bikes...that was no picnic...take a group class...home to eat and crash


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Yesterday: woken up by dogs (foster dog is MORNING DOG), walked dogs, went to skate--found my way around Notre Dame, found the rink, met lots of nice people. My boots are so stiff and my blades are definitely going to need a sharpening. Took the whole session, and I am so out of alignment (fell out of a two-foot spin almost, and what used to be an easy spiral almost became a faceplant), and the only three-turns I could get were the easiest ones for me, but next time will be easier. And even allowing for the drive, $4 a session isn't bad at all. Drove back in the snow, discovered Old Dog is not a fan of walking into the wind (he usually is the one who'd be happy to walk to Benton Harbor and back if I let him, but he turned back first this time), made dinner, managed to convince foster dog to sleep and to go back to sleep at 5:20am because I am not a morning person.


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Tuesday: Two noteworthy things.

One DS gets his "folio" with his class ranking, etc. He is devastated, even though his GPA is so close to perfect it's not funny. His BFF's ranking is higher. *sigh* I've spent the boy's entire life trying to model for him to strive for excellence but to let go of perfection. I know this is not about me. I just want DS to be happy with himself. GPA be damned. Be happy. Not complacent. Happy. *sigh again*

Two. GF says the nicest thing to me. "You're just a Mama. You want to feed the world." This is the nicest thing anyone has said to me in a long time. It is true. I know that, in many cultures, "You're just a Mom," is a put down. But my GF's "You're just a Mama," reminds me of my great-Grandmom, who raised and fed countless other women's children during the Great Depression. It also reminds me of my family in Africa, among whom the title, "Mama" is an honor to wear. The fact that someone who really knows me would call me "just a Mama" brings me joy.

Lots of less noteworthy stuff.

Zzz late and restlessly.

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